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Now, with every fragrant leaf,

The wood-owl hoots from his obscure, lone ring Every odour-winged flower, Tho' its life be frail and brief,

The cattle moan and tremble in the fold; All which may be symbols fair :- The dog that crouches on the blazing Roses, in their many ranks,

hearth, Fit to wind thro’ Juno's hair;

Shivers to hear the bellowing winds' mad Violets, which, from southern banks,

mirth; Breathe into the languid air

The snows melt gradually; the rains beat Sweetness, when the morn is near;

cold, And the yellow saffron, dear

Yet soften the stiff soil for furrowing online To Hymen, and the poppy red

plough ; Let the last adorn his bed,

The faint, love-breathing voice of younge Vine And the rich nepenthe's bloom

eyed Spring
Fill his cup with strange perfume. Calls to the Dryads, who stir in their oaks
Haste thee, Beauty ! haste thee now, now,
Bind the myrtle on thy brow,

At the first woodlark's wilder warbling;
(Venus loved it, so must thou,) And February prunes all youngling trees,
And with thy adorned charms,

Whether excrescent, rude, or maim'd by
In thy white embracing arins

snow or breeze.
Clasp him as the ivy,—no,
That doth prey upon the tree;
Never like the ivy be :

Like as that lion through the green woods
Like the green and curling vine,

came, In thy purest arms entwine

With roar which startled the still solitude, Him to whom thy heart was given ; Yet, soon as he saw Una, (that white dame, And bid him (when upon thy breast, Sister to Chasteness,) straight soften'd bis Still a victor, he is prest,)

rude Welcome to his own sweet heaven. Temper to God's gentleness, and melted

This is a good specimen of the octosyllabycs. The purchasers of the

As petted lamb; so March, though his

first mood Pocket-book, and they ought not to Was boisterous as Fear, feeling that Shame be few, will find a dozen bang-up son- Would follow his fell steps, if Spring's nets on the months of the year; and,

young brood no doubt, if the year had continued of buds and blossoms withered where he two dozen of months, the ingenious trod, Sonnetteer could have had no difficulty Still’d his stern rage ; and now both vieles in clapping a label round each of their Breathe their new lives; the tawny primo throats. We have been at some pains Like squatted gypsey, on the wayside to take a census of the Sonnets now in London and the suburbs, and we find And early bees are all day on the wings them to amount to the unprecedented And work like Labour, yet like Pleasure number of 27,695,780. Last year the sing. births and the deaths were about equal. So that almost all the Sonnets now the 1st of January 1821, and we offer surviving, must have been born since May, mother of Summer, sister of sweet

Spring, a bet of a rump and dozen, that before Now votive garlands, the 1st of January 1822, of the

flowers, 27,695,780 returned by the late cen

Festoon thy halls ; and some true maiden sus, not more than five or six thousand

towers will be above ground. Of that num

Above her peers as queen where Lore is

king, ber, however, may perhaps be the six And, in the midst of lusty youths a ring, following, for they are good strong, Largess of smiles and blushful praises rough, rumbling Sonnets enough, and have a spirit of life in them that may And virgins pure and young as thy white perhaps carry them through the winter. Hours,

(To passionate fretting of fast-finger'd FEBRUARY

string, The robin now, by hungry wants made And pipy reeds that pastorally play, bold,

And on the incens'd air profusely pour Leaves the bare fields of leafless, grainless Sounds sweet as scents,) with shepherds, dearth,

on the floor For where fat Plenty doth unloose his Of primrose plots of green, dance fast girth;


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til winter-barms, and stir their stagnant Craving the crumbs he sings for from the bloods

kind; To the fresh flush and beauty of thy red The sliin deer screen them from the bitter 16. CRM rose-buds.

wind Behind broad trees, couching on fallen

leaves. iew flowers, October, coronal thy head, But, though all things seem sad without mund those are loathed by the love-kissing our doors, bee,

Within sits Christmas at the board of Eesti Tho kisses cold as forced Satiety,

cheer, Now all the honey of their mouths is shed. Heaped with large tithings of the months reci o'he Woodbine's tresses, like lured nets, are spread

And Wit now hath his word, and Laughter manto tangle the wind-god; she fain would be

Till Music breathes her voice ; and nedeni is warmly wooed as she was wont, but he Wealth's warm hearth DEL Now her green youth and wanton prime Hath its bright eyes, brave wines, brisk E' are fled,

fires, dance, song, and mirth. .nd her life's winter cometh with death's

W. fleetness)

Dec. 31, 1820. Ja Vings the wide air for the far bowers of nd the young Cassia's arms, and warmth,

On looking with a steady and specto content and sweetness :

tacled eye on these six Sonnets, now yola s'he Violet, too, like an immortal mind,

that they are transferred into the pages a cives yet not breathes ; and every nook of immortality, we suspect that in and bower

bidding them thus live for ever, we esthe sun and poets loved, withers,-grass, have been merciful rather than just. leaf, and flower.

We suddenly discern that our old NOVEMBER.

friend Cornelius Webbe is the man. Vrapt in dun fogs, which make the day We have been credibly informed, that Prs seem night,

we most irreverently laughed at this vuohe hoar November treads unseen. We gentleman some years ago,--calling hear

him Corney and Cockney, and other put this feet rustling through fallen leaves and naughty names. As some satisfaction

to his injured feelings, we have now Ve scent his yellow breath that chokes us quite ;

printed his Christian name at full Ve know he comes, that rheumy, wheez: length-Cornelius. Did he ever read ing wight,

in Pierce Egan of one Whitaker, a nd look for him with eyes grown dim pugilist, whose cognomen was the - and blear,

Jaw-breaker? Now Cornelius Webbe hat pry for distant things, yet see not is a Jaw-breaker. Let any man who near,

desires to have his ivory dislodged, or blindness stumbles less than doubtful read the above Sonnet to March. Or sight.

shall we call Cornelius, the Grinder ? lappy are they who in warm domiciles

After reading aloud these 14 lines, we rim Learning's lamp, and Comfort's called in our Odontist, and he found sparkling fire, istoning the while the hymning Muse's loosenel, and a slight fracture in the

that every tooth in our head was Love's or Friendship's talk, which jaw. “My dearest Christopher,” said lightly wiles

the Odontist, in his wonted fine clashe tedious and dull time with matters

sical spirit,

" beware the Ides of sweet,

March.” So saying, he bounced upi

o in 'hat make the leaden hours as feetless our faces, and disappeared. moments fleet.

We have a proposal to make to the Olliers. Let them earnestly, but respectfully, request us to compose

their I'is dark December now. The early eves

next little red Literary Pocket-Book. Lire starless, long, and cold ; the rain

We engage to make it out of all sight

better than it has yet been. In our jike pined spirits ; blind Night seems ne

hands it will become a merry and Day is delightless; and grey morning gladsome companion; and, a young grieves.

lady will know when she has it in her "he robin perches most on household eaves, pocket, by the same sort of feeling VOL. X.

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that tells her, " that her bosom’s lord ingenuity of mind and a warnath of sada sits lightly on his throne"-We say heart about Mr Hunt very much to boldly, in her pocket, for if she has our liking. And as he has shewn rhale

, not hitherto worn pockets, she will get cided symptoms of both, in his various evenin one made on purpose for our Pocket- contributions to the Red Book, with airth, book. It is too big to secrets like a less than their usual alloy of vulgarity love letter, within the folds that con- and impertinence, or something worse

, ceal her balmy bosom. So a pocket, we have been lavish of our praise to book she must get for our sakes, and him on the present and similar 0cc2ed then she can never be without a true sions, and hope that he will not prove friend at her side. We shall not pub- ungrateful. Whenever he behaves mudar licly notice the plan of our projected prettily, we give him a sugar-plum,- ab Pocket-book, for unless we were pre- often as he is a bad boy, we apply the IN viously to obtain a patent, no doubt rod. And we can lay our hands upon szion there would be a general piracy all our hearts, and declare in the face of 1,20 over the kingdom.

the world, that, much rather would To conclude. Mr Leigh Hunt de- we visit the shop of the confectioner

, ar bu serves considerable credit for the idea, than that of the dealer in brooms. Han which, we believe, originated with Ergo, venator benevole, euge et vale. him, of this little Affair. There is an


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served with distinguished reputation ai jet I am about to detail the circum- in Spain, and who was now forced to stances of an event which some years return home in consequence of a severe ago plunged me into unutterable hor- wound that wholly disabled bim for ror, and of which I cannot even now actual service. I had scarcely recovered think without a shudder. Unfortu- from a fever, which had some weeks nately I do not possess those mental before nearly brought me to the grave, powers that might present to others a and the effects of which were still felt clear picture of the agonies I then en- by me, not only in extreme lassitude dured ; but there is often felt to be of body, but also ir, a certain weakness in the simple truth a power of awa- and wandering of mind. The least a kening emotion beyond what belongs noise thrilled through me like the to the most skilful fiction,--and there- sound of a gong, and I would free list be fore it is that I shall attempt to de- quently burst into tears in cases of the lens scribe some of my sufferings during most trifling emotion. But I was conthat fearful and nearly fatal day, of valescent; and day by day was senukai which no portion can ever be oblitera- sible of an improvement in the health as ted from my memory. The incidents both of my bodily and mental which I shall now narrate, are well Indeed, an acquaintance, who had not known to the kind and sympathizing heard of my illness, would probably friends of my own small circle, but not have observed any thing about me have never, I believe, been made pub- more than ordinary, except a diminu. lic. Nor should I now obtrude upon tion of my usual energy, and a slight the world any narration of an event in querulousness foreign to my previous the life of an individual so perfectly habits, and, I believe I may with truth obscure as I am, unless there belonged say, foreign to the original conformato it that which rarely belongs to sto- tion of my character. ries of that kind,- a solemn and mo- The sight of two dear friends, whom mentous moral.

I had not embraced for years, operated It was on the afternoon of the 14th upon me like a charm. We discoursed of August, 1811, that two friends of a few important matters, and of ten called upon me whom I had not seen thousand trifles; and though two or for several One was a clergy- three times during dinner, and in man, alike distinguished for his ge- the course of the afternoon, I paiunius, learning, and talents, just re- fully felt a sudden confusion among turned from India, after an absence of thoughts a moment before distinct, seven years from his native country; and a total forgetfulness of incidents and the other was an officer, who had and transactions of which my friends

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& mihi spoke, as not only familiarly known tal sickness came over me.-I felt myME but interesting to me; yet, on the self becoming pale as ashes ;-the drea whole, I was well and happy, and the blood seemed ebbing back upon my und evening imperceptibly wore away in heart, each drop becoming stagnant andel mirth, friendship, and affection. there, while a deep convulsion rend

There had been some conversation ed my inmost frame asunder, and

about the Comet that so long glorified filled my being with one continued that the evening sky during that summer, pang of unabating pain. My ears did

and to decide a disputed question re- not ring,--that is a word altogether in

specting its relative position to a par- adequate to express the rushing, waWigo ticular star, I went into the little gar- vering, sighing sound that oppressed

den before my house, and then, for my brain. It vas like the fluctuating

the first time, felt an indescribable sound of trees in a storm. All the Gabr emotion of perplexity, and I might time a ghastly giddiness whirled me skip say, almost of terror. The whole hea- round and round, and then would leave

yens seemed on fire-as if the stars me sinking slowly down a shelving were hurrying back and forwards a- rock, that seemed to lead down into a thwart the sky, with long trains of fathomless abyss, or suddenly falling flashing and sparkling light, fiercely over a precipice,- from which horrid illuminating the sable background of imaginations, strong as realities, I ever a troubled firmament. The moon and anon awoke only to undergo an seemed rolling on with prodigious endless and incessant repetition of the swiftness, dashing all the stars aside, same dreadful punishment. as a vessel dashes away the waves, In this hideous condition I still and yet never disappearing,-as if a dimly knew where I was, and strove boundless space were before me,-dri- to shriek to my family and friends to ven through by an object in incessant hold me from falling over that yawnmotion. It was one undistinguishable ing abyss. But all their faces and tumult of sound, colour, and form; forms seemed involved in a ghastly while ever and anon the great Castle and glaring gloom,—and then we cliff

, and all the lofty edifices of the would, as it were, all sink together, City, seemed lifted up among the reel- in one wild shriek, down into that ing clouds, and the fiery stars, and gulph of destruction. Then there that red rushing moon, as if earth and arose in me a thought that I had exheaven were commingled. I shut my pired, and that this was the world of eyes in consternation, with a hope that spirits. There was no speech there it was but a momentary distraction of no smiles--no tears-no care for one the senses, arising from the effects of another-no power of thought, or of my late fever, and instinctively re- motion—no feeling that the soul, turned into the room where my friends though still a soul, belonged to an were sitting, but aghast and speech- ordered world, in which it was fitted less, and seemingly, as they have since to dwell; but the countenances seen informed me, struck by some sudden there but for a moment, and then and mortal blow. I heard their voices; shifting, scowled on each other like and, making a convulsive effort to miserable things sent from a vast disspeak, I at last joined my voice to tance to meet in hatred and fear,-lantheirs; but I heard its hollow and im- guage that was not words, was heard, perfect sound with a hideous convic- forced unintelligibly from blue and tion that it was the voice of death, and livid lips,- -our eyes glared upon each that I was hurrying into utter insen- other, why we knew not, except that sibility, struck, as I felt, with apo- our Evil Creator had made them so plexy.

to glare; and as we were all borne I fell down, and suddenly one hor- against our wills violently, up and rid image possessed my whole spirit,- down this silent and glimmering hell, I

that of a demon, partly human and felt that our accursed existence was all • partly bestial in its shape, that leapt bound together by some fiendish fiat,

upon me, and seemed to crush and grind against which we were still all temptme in its enormous arms. It fixed its ed to rebel, and which drove us to fangs into my heart, with miserable curse at once our own hateful selves, pain,-while a deep growl, as of thun- and our more hateful Tormentor.

der, accompanied the mangling and In all this dreadful imagery there e maceration of flesh and spirit. A mor- was a constant alternation of horrors.

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Now, the flery firmament, with its ments, and to mix itself with all that w; and blood-red moon driving along through it dreaded and abhorred. the lurid stars, was all that I beheld, And now my heart was tried with a

all that tormented me with terror ;- new agony. All that rueful spectacle then, that single image of the demon, disappeared, and I had no part in it

. with eyes and aspect like a tiger, leap- It seemed that my suffering was at as ing from a jungle ;—then the intermi- end; and that, after these clouds of nable sinking down, down into the matter had blown away, my spirit depth

of nothingness ;-—then the head. was to be released in peace. I knew long fall over a precipice upon a shore where I was, and who were near me of pointed crags ;-then the wild ro- in their affection, and their grief. But, tatory motion, as if the earth were but on opening my wearied eyelids, ghastone little spot, spinning round with in- ly, indeed, was the change that struck visiblemotion;—then that long-drawn, my affrighted soul. They whom I had uncertain, wavering forest-roar;-then loved, and who once would gladly the pale, silent, glaring countenances; have died for my sake, stood around --then the hideous fiendish gabble of me with wrathful countenance, and curses, execration, and blasphemy;- eyes flashing fire through the dark then the wild, hopeless, convulsive stains of blood. I knew the features struggling against some unconceivable of my children, in the grinning faces of doom— These and a thousand other the fiends that leered upon me with horrors alternately prevailed over me, the young cruelty of demons enjoying leaving sometimes dull and deathlike the yet novel transport of their lust of instants of consciousness, in which guilt; and the dear image of her whom I felt my own human existence, and I knew to be their mother, stood over 4 from which I was hurried away into me like Sin, beautiful, but terrible, it! new regions of preternatural agony, and pierced my heart with words of al and fear, and horror. All these his wrath, scorn, and blasphemy, while pot deous trials at last gave way to one. the mingled passion streamed like laA vast fire, crackling and glimmering va from her coal-black eyes. Curses with intensity of hell-heat, suddenly and execrations at one moment

, delic fet and burst forth, and drew my very being vered in scowls of black and sallen into its devouring entrails. I felt as malignity, and, at another, in peals if scorched into a cinder, though still of fierce and furious laughter

, like the painting in life, the fiends, unscathed by the gabble of an insane Fury, smote me flames, kept dancing around me, pour- to the heart, while, through the whole pund si ing fiercer heat upon my shrivelled of these denunciations seemed to run berat bad bones, and yelling out in mockery; - dark charges of an unintelligible crime nisere " A salamander ! -A salamander !- committed by me, of which, innocent but on Give him fresh fire ! -A salamander ! though I knew myself to be

, I yet felt -A salamander !” In a moment all the shame, and the confusion, and re- fain 'the fiends stood still and silent,-gla- morse of some loathsome and inexpi

. ring on me, as if waiting for a sig- able guilt. Before the pale glare of nal,--and then, rushing on me, all this merciless phantom, the icoages of at once I was driven out by the fiends, my friends seemed, at first, to stand and the great door of the furnace shrunken and transfixed, tili

, obeying closed. I was half restored to my some fell sign, they advanced towards senses, and knew for a moment the me, and changing into violent but faces of my wife, my children, and shrouded shapes, bore me down, as I my friends. Oh! that this long, lin- thought, unto a chill floor of ice, and gering, convulsive, stifling death were bound me to it with fetters, against but at an end ! thought I, in my which all my agonizing convulsions speechlessness, as the ghastly visions were in vain. They clutched me round of my burning brein again came for the throat with

long boney fingers ward in a fierce procession to meet

the while my eyeballs started from their familiar realities around me! I strove sockets, and my tongue forced through the to collect my soul, that the coming myjaws, now locked in the last strughorror might be repelled from it, as gle of life, was felt to cover my corpse from a rock; but a horrid sympathy with foam and blood. I had seen peon seized my dying spirit, and it longed pie in convulsions, on the wet pare at last to join that troop in their tora ment of the street, falling down as if

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