140 ODE TO A STEAM-BOAT. THOMAS DOUBLEDAY. ON such an eve, perchance as this, The languid ocean scarce at all Amongst the sparkling pebbles hissingThe lucid wavelets as they fall, The sunny beach in whispers kissing, Full many a broad, but delicate tint One tiny star-beam, faintly trembling, Its parent in the shadowing east ; Hushed is the loud tongue of the deep; We watch, but only know it glide Oh! such an eve is sorrow's balm, Or cast a cloud o'er such a scene? Wast thou a grampus-nay, a whale, Still would'st thou not so outrage gusto! But when did gusto ever dream Of seeing ships propelled by steam? Now blazing like a dozen comets, And rushing as if nought could bind thee, The while thy strange internal vomits A sooty train of smoke behind thee; Tearing along the azure vast, With a great chimney for a mast. Satan, when scheming to betray us, Was there no quirk—one can't tell how— That might have undermined thy patent Or kept it in the inventor's desk— Fell bane of all that's picturesque? Should Neptune, in his turn, invade thee, But I shall bring a garland votive, He must be long-tongued, with a witness, To make yon clear, pellucid ocean, Philosophers may talk of science, It may be orthodox and wise, And catholic and sentimental, THE SIEGE OF BELGRADE. A LITERAL, ALLITERATIVE, AND ALPHABETICAL ACCOUNT. [These lines are supposed to have been written by the Rev. B. Poulter, Prebendary of Winchester, about the year 1828.] AN Austrian army, awfully arrayed, Every effort engineers essay, For fame, for fortunes fighting; furious fray :— Generals 'gainst generals grapple-gracious God! How honours heaven heroic hardihood! Infuriate, indiscriminate in ill, Kinsmen kill kindred, kindred kinsmen kill. Labour low levels loftiest, longest lines; Men march 'mid moles, 'mid mounds, 'mid murderous mines. Now noisy, noxious numbers notice nought Yield, yield ye youths, ye yeomen, yield your yell. MOSES AT THE FAIR. OLIVER GOLDSMITH. As we were now to hold up our heads a little higher in the world, my wife proposed that it was proper to sell our colt, which was grown old, at a neighbouring fair, and buy us a horse that would carry single or double upon an occasion, and make a pretty appearance at church, or upon a visit. This at first I opposed stoutly, but it was as stoutly defended. However, as I weakened, my antagonists gained strength, till at length it was resolved to part with him. As the fair happened on the following day, I had intentions of going myself; but my wife persuaded me that I had got a cold, and nothing could prevail upon her to permit me from home. "No, my dear," said she; our son Moses is a discreet boy, and can buy and sell to very good advantage; you know all our great bargains are of his purchasing. He always stands out and higgles, and actually tires them till he gets a bargain." ; As I had some opinion of my son's prudence, I was willing enough to entrust him with this commission and the next morning I perceived his sisters mighty busy in fitting out Moses for the fair; trimming his hair, brushing his buckles, and cocking his hat with pins. The business of the toilet being over, we had, at last, the satisfaction of seeing him mounted upon the colt, with a deal-box before him to bring home groceries in. He had on a coat made of that cloth called thunder and lightning, which, though grown too short, was much too good to be thrown away. His waistcoat was of goslin green, and his sisters had tied his hair with a broad black ribbon. We all followed him several paces from the door, bawling after him, "Good luck! good luck!" till we could see him no longer. He was scarce gone, when Mr. Thornhill's butler came to congratulate us upon our good fortune, saying that he overheard his young master mention our names with great commendation. Good fortune seemed resolved not to come alone. Another footman from the same family followed, with a card for my daughters, importing, that the two ladies had received such pleasing accounts from Mr. Thornhill of us all, that, after a few previous inquiries, they hoped to be perfectly satisfied. "Ay," cried my wife, "I now see it is no easy matter to get into the families of the great; but when one once gets in, then, as Moses says, one may go to sleep." To this piece of humour, for she intended it for wit, my daughters assented with a loud laugh of pleasure. In short, such was her satisfaction at this message, that she actually put her hand in her pocket and gave the messenger sevenpence-halfpenny. This was to be our visiting day. The next that |