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Poetry.

OBSTIPUS:
An Egotistical Poem.

Part VI.
Mild Contemplation, all serene,
Lores the placid evening scene.
Among our thoughts there is no place
For her i'th' morning of our race :
Ambition, dauntless Hope, and Pride
Then wander with us side by side.
But, when 'tis o'er, like vestals boly,
Come Truth and pensive Melancholy.
“Sisters! with you I mournful turn
Tu view the past-like marble urn
Bearing engraved the name of me,
To rouse mine own dull memory.
Truth! hold thy torch, that I may trace
What worthy deeds the tablet grace!”
“ He lived!” no more the record bears
Of unimproved and Meeting years.
And yet I vowed, when life began,
And first I wrote myself a man,
That, long ere now, my name should be
Embalmed for my posterity
By something done. Alas! alas!
As figures in the burnished glass,
As sparks that fy from stricken steel,
As dust around the rapid wheel,
As smoke that drives above our head,
Or moonbeams on the waters shed,
Thick-coming fancies oft would glide,
Sparkle--and then, like dust, subside.

To-morrow and to-morrow came,
(Those footsteps to the bill of fame,)
And pass'd unbeeded, leaving nought
Of word, or deed, or e'en of thought,
To form the brilliant pageantry,
Which was to lift my name on high.

Yet cheering Hope would ever smile, And loved my fancy to beguile,

1l Pointing far off to visions dim,

Which, like a dream, appeared to swim
In the thin air, and with delight
I gazed upon the beauteous sight;
And Vanity cried in mine ear,
“ These you may realize, whene'er
You choose t’advance and make your claim."
But then Procrastination came;
She is a potent, close ally

Of our arch-foe, dame Vanity ;
|| And yet her counsel's very good,

If properly 'twere understood.
“ To-morrow's a new day,” cries she.
True, so it is, we all agree :
Yet seldom put off schemes of pleasure,
Though for our duties we've no leisure.

Yet wordy wise e'en then was I,
Could prate of duties fluently;
Nay more, I knew that I was wrong,
Could moralize and blame the throng;
Then madly join their maddest scheme,
And rush along down Pleasure's stream,

Next came strange dreams of chivalry, | Longing for one responsive sigh,

Through coral lips, on breath of balm,
To feel that thrilling, wondrous charm,
With which sweet woman knows to bind
The weakest, nightiest of mankind.
Young lovers, tilting for a prize,
See rainbow hues in beauteous eyes,
Twinkling round and sparkling bright,
Glorions in many-coloured light,
Warming the soul. The proud steeds prance,
The gay knights poise the ready lance.
(Britain's fair daughters, hear and know,
The lists are “wheresoe'er yego.")
As nod the plumed crests of the brave
O'er beauty's head, responsive wave
The feathery tints each zone can yield,
An Iris forming round the field,

Playfully mingling in the light;

|| Where is she now? Where all must beA sort of music to the sight,

Sunk in the grave's obscurity! Shedding a visual harmony

Yet never, never slumber'd there On the beholder's raptured eye.

A mind more pure-a form more fair. Oh! they were glorious birds that flew, Decked in those tints of every hue!

LINES But what are they who wear them now, Written on a blank Leaf of the “ FORGET ME With heavenly smile and placid brow?

Not" What are they? Ask the lovesick youth: Some trifling gift, some little pledge He'll tell you-angels; though in truth

Of other days from me you ask : He means pot so, and knows the shrine Had it au empire been, I'd sought He worships earthly, though divine.

To have fulfillid the mighty task. A living light to man they're given;

It is not every fair-one whose They are of earth, yet breathe of heaven, Proud soul is satisfied so soon; Flinging around celestial gleams,

Who lost the world for woman's smile, Such as fond lovers see in dreams;

Deem'd not all valueless the boon. But unlike rays of solar light,

Then, maiden, take this letier'd gem, Which, congregated, scorch the sight. Meet parting present-many a spot No, placidly our eye surveys

Boasts rarer gifts, but few so fair The galaxy of beauty's blaze;

As that which says, “ Forget me not!" But, when the one we look upon,

« Forget me not!” enchanting sound! Entranced we feel the rest are gone!

Affection's motto, Hope's last ray: The world is vacant-all is space,

This seals the parting lovers' vows, Except that magic lovely face,

That lights him as he speeds away. Which, like the moon along the sky,

The soldier in the tented field, Moves peerless in the mental eye;

The sailor on the briny wave, And we gaze on it till we feel

Forgets bis danger, as his eye Our reasou drunk, our senses reel.

Rests on the pledge affection gave.

India ber golden ore, Brasil
BEAUTY.

Her much-prized brilliants-many a spot O Beauty! heaven-born queen! thy snowy

Boasts rarer gifts, but few so fair hands

As that which says, “ Forget me not!" Hold the round earth in viewless magic La pensée, Memory's own fair flower, bands:

As meaner flowers, must fade and die; From burning climes where riper graces But, like the dying Christian, finds fame,

In death an immortality. To shores where cliffs of ice resound thy

'Mong all that grace the mead or grove, name;

Give me of that to weave my wreath; From savage times ere social life began, For though it fades, to fancy's eye To fairer days of polished, softened man; It blooms again, love's sigh beneath. To thee from age to age, from pole to pole, Sweet is cool Zephyr's summer sigh, All pay the unclaimed homage of the soul. I Flush'd Flora's lover-many a spot

W.W. Boasts rarer gifts, but few so fair

As that which says, “ Forget me not!" EPITAPH,

Then, maiden, if thy youthful heart
From the English Burying-Ground at

Has ever known what 'tis to griere
BORDEAUX

For one lov'd form far, far away,
There was a sweet and nameless grace

This little, little gift receive! That wandered o'er her lovely face,

That dimpled cheek, that laughing eye, And from her pensive eye of blue

A soul by love unsway'd would prove, Was magic in the glance wbich few.

Did not at times th' unconscious sigh

Of artless nature tell of love, Her hair, of soft and gloomy shade,

'Tis friendship's off’ring ; haply some In rich luxuriance curling stray'd ;

May offer richer-many a spot But when she spoke, or when she sung,

Boasts rarer gifts, but few so fair Enchantment on her accents hung.

As that which says, “ Forget me not!”

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ARTS, LITERATURE, FASHIONS,

Manufactures, &c.

THE THIRD SERIE S.

Vol. VI.

DECEMBER 1, 1825.

NO. XXXVI.

VOCAL..

EMBELLISHMENTS.

PAGK 1. VIEW OF Avington, NEAR WINCHESTER, THE SEAT OF THE DUKE OF

BUCKINGHAM . . . . . . . . . . . 311 2.

Worthy-House, NEAR WINCHESTER, THE SEAT OF ADMIRAL Sir CHARLES OGLE . . . . . . . . . 312 8. Ladies' Morning Dress.

• 360 4.- EVENING Dress ,

. 361 · SOFA FOR A DRAWING-Room IN THE GOTHIC STYLE . . . . 365 6. Muslin Pattern.

CONTENTS.
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PAGE
MISCELLANIES.

Lee's Adaptation of " Le petit Tambour" 355 VIEWS OF COUNTRY Seats. — Avington, Poole's the Vesper Hyunn .. .. .. ib.

near Winchester, the Seat of the Duke of BUCKINGHAM .

Bishop's Melodies of various Nations, . . . . . Worthy-House, near Winchester, the

I vol. iii.. . . . . . . . . . 356 Seat of Admiral Sir CHARLES OGLE,

RAWLINGS' " My own dear maid" :. 357 Bart. . . . . . . . . . . . 31

Il M‘Carthy's “ Fair little creature of to. On the Writings of HENRY MACKENZIE

day” . . . . .

. . . . . . ib. (concluded from p. 281) ..... 313

| Crouch's “ Your heart and lute are all Julia Mandeville (concluded from p 257) 318 the store" . . . . . . . . . ib. Village Sketches near Paris. No IX. . 322

HARP-Music. Illustrations of the Superstition of the

Bocusa's March of the Emperor Alex. Highlanders . . . . . . . . . 326

ander . . . . . . . . . .358 Domestic Recipes.- Indian Cure for the

.: First Set of Bagatelles, . . ib. Ear-ache - to remove Warts-Salu Burrowes' Selection of Chorusses.ib brious Properties of the Strawberry . 329

THEORETICAL WORKS. The Veteran's Reward . . . . . . ib.

Howell's Original Instructions for the CAMBRIAN SKETCHES. No. 11. - The

Violin . . . . . . . . . . 359 Welch Wedding . . . .

.
. .
. 334

... 360

- Musical Arithmetic. The Confessions of a Rambler. No. XXI. 340

FASHIONS. THE LITERARY COrerie. No. X. . . . 343 || Londox FASHIONS. - Ladies' Morning Subscription for Mr. Jonn Hogan . . 350

Dress . . . . . . . . . . ib. MUSICAL REVIEW

Ladies' Evening Dress ...... 361 CRAMER'S “ Amicitia," a Sonata . . . 354 | General Observations on Fashion and SchleSINGER's Six Waltzes . . . . .

Dress . . . . . . . . . . . ib. NIGHTINGALE's March for the Piano-forte French Female Fashions ...... 363 ARRANGEMENTS AND VARIATIONS.

FASHIONABLE FURNITURE. - Sofa for a Cramer's Arrangement of Fischer's Drawing-Room in the Gothic Style . 365 Rondo . . . . . . . . . ib

INTELLIGENCE, BURROWES' Select Airs from Mayerbeer's

LITERARY AND SCIENTIFIC . ib. “ Crociato in Egitto" . . . Lover's Select Pieces from Rossini's and

POETRY. other Operas. No. I. . . . . .

|| The Wish. By J. M. LACEY.... 367 VALENTINE's French Air " Le Portrait" ib. || INDEX . . . . . . . . . . 368

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