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“ LA VIRGEN fue Madrina en los desporios de Caterina y Christo."
“ So an Herauld rod as nigh Sir Gareth as he could, and there he saw written about
the helme in golde, — This is Sir G. of The body of Clovis, son of Chilperic, Orkney.'"-Amadis of Gaul. whom Fredegonda had murdered and thrown into the river, was known by the fisher
“ And anon he was aware of a K. armed, man who found it by the long hair.
walking his horse easily by a wood side, and MEZERAY.
his shield laced to his shoulder.”—Ibid.
“ Then the King of the burning S. stept In 1445, a young man flourished of un- forward, and lifting up his arm as if he would common talents and acquirements. Mon- strike the Cynocephal on the top of his head, strellet suspects him to be Antichrist, be- seized with his left hand on the shield, which cause one of the signs of the times when he pulled to him with so much strength, Antichrist should appear, is, that men and
that plucking it from his neck, he brought women shall change dress, alluding to the him with his nose to the ground.”— Ibid. Maid.—PASQUIER.
Quoted on those lines in “ Joan of Arc,” From REBOLLEDO. Parnaso, 9.182. N.xxvii. “Go, Charles, and hide thee in a woman's garb, With what a deafening roar yon torrent And these long locks will not disgrace thee then!" Book iii., Poems, p. 23.
rolls J. W. W. Its weight of waters from the precipice
Whose mountain mass darkens the hollow
From L. LEONARDO. I. 73. 11. vale ! Yet there it falls not, for the eternal wind Thou art determined to be beautiful, That sweeps with force compress'd the Lysis ! and, Lysis, either thou art mad winding straits,
Or hast no looking-glass. Dost thou not Scatters the midway stream, and borne afar, know The heavy mist descends, a ceaseless shower. Thy paint-beplaster'd forehead, broad and Methinks that Eolus here forms his clouds, bare, As Vulcan, amid Etna's cavern'd fires, With not a grey lock left, thy mouth so black, Shapes the red bolts of Jove. Sure if some And that invincible breath. Rightly we sage
deem Of elder times had journey'd here, his art That with a random hand blind Fortune deals With many a mystic fable shadowing truth, The lots of life. To thee she gave a boon, Had sanctified this spot, where Man might That crowds so anxiously and vainly wish, learn
Old age, and left in thee no trace of youth, Wisdom from Nature, marking how the Save all its folly and its ignorance. stream
Jan. 2, 98. That seeks the valley's depth, borne up
ward joins The clouds of heaven, but from its height From L. LEONARDO. V. 1, 18. III. abased
Content with what I am, the sounding When it would rise, descends to earth in rain."
Of Glory tempt not me; nor is there ought Feb. 4th, 1798. Lamb's C. Street.
In glittering Grandeur that provokes one
Beyond my peaceful state. What though From the CONDE DE REBOLLEDO.
I boast Not long this fearful conflict shall endure No trapping that the multitude adore That arms the air with lightning, that o'er- | In common with the great, enough for me, spreads
That naked, like the mighty of the earth, Earth with its horrors, making the firm globe I came into the world; and that, like me, Tremble. Not long these terrors shall en- They must descend into the grave, the house dure
For all appointed. For the space between, That seem as they appall'd the fires of What more of happiness have I to seek heaven,
Than that dear woman's love whose truth For Night approaches now, preserving Night,
And whose fond heart is satisfied with me. And War will sleep in darkness. But the 1 Jun. 1798.
Chief Stretch'd forth his hand, and bade the Sun stand still
From B. LEONARDO. V. 2. 187. X. On Gibeon, and thou, Moon, over the vale Fabius, to think that God hath in the lines Of Ajilon, till vengeance be compleat. Of the right hand disclosed the things to And wherefore did the Harmonies of Heaven come, Cease at the voice of Joshua ? the Most High, And in the wrinkles of the skin pourtray'd, He who is Just, suspended Nature's laws, As in a map, the way of human life, That Kings might meet the meed they me- This is to follow with the multitude rited.
Error and Ignorance, their common guides. Jan. 30, 1798.
Yet surely I allow that God has placed
Our fate in our own hands, or evil or good, disappearance of Nuno after the battle,
26 Nov. 1814. thee
I HAVE this day made up my mind to Can break the even calmness of thy soul. take the subject. 31st Dec. 97.
23 March, 1819! 12, Lamb's Conduit Street.
Tue weight of this poem will depend upon two characters. Nuno Alvarez, who is the
ideal of chivalry, full of joy, hope, enthuFutura.
siastic patriotism, and enthusiastic devotion; January 13, 1803. and his brother, twenty years older than Who is it that so prefers cities that he himself, who had been a father to him, and will not live in the country, and loves London is, from a deep sense of duty, with the best of all, for the sake of man the philoso- Spaniards : satisfied that their cause is just; pher ?-yet even in London lives retired, utterly dissatisfied with their conduct-the delighting in shade, and quiet, and retire- perfect example of a good and wise man in ment-in solitude ? oh no! but his acts of such circumstances. Hated by the populove are so secretly bestowed that they are lace of his own country; hated by most of not felt at the time, though keenly felt and the Spaniards, but respected by Juan and long remembered afterwards—a good Me-Joam, though disliked by one, and feared thodist ? The king is afraid of him, and by the other; and loved and reverenced by has by his own authority ordered him to be Nuno, and by all who know him well. Bedestroyed. Oh, a Jacobin ; away with him fore the battle he takes leave of Juan, and to Mr. Aris !—no, not by law and a trial- while the event is doubtful, executes his not against law by confinement—not by a long meditated purpose of hiding himself court-martial, but by Mr. Tiffin.
from the world. His daughter is Lobeira's Sir W. Yeo and the Soldier. The Sol- love. dier had gone into the field to do—what ? If this character can be developed as it Are you a classic reader—have you had is conceived, I think it will be the best dethe benefit of a liberal education ?-to do lineation that I shall ever have made. what. As in præsenti had done in the entry.' Not what goeth into the mouth defileth, but this did. The soldier swore when he got
In Aragon no vassal of the crown could the bayonet; but the recording angel put
be buried without the king's leave; the perthat oath down among his good things. So,
mission implying that he had discharged his Sir, with reverence be his title spoken.
Sisters of Helicon-yours is a thankless service; he who rears the olive of Pallas
is well repaid-or the grain of Ceres-your Keswick, Saturday Evening,
votaries receive only a barren laurel to wave June 11, 1808.
graves. Portugal Delivered.
| This note of exclamation is in the original The Siege of Lisbon; the election at
MSS. and is evidently intended to point to the Coimbra; the battle of Aljubarrota.
time elapsed since the preceding entry. One of the finest incidents would be the
J. W. W.
I wish I were as young as thee, my own But these conjectures all are all false, dear Margaret
And I'll tell you the true one to end them; For some things I full fain would learn, and The Devil had torn his blue pantaloons, some full fain forget.
And he sent for a taylor to mend them.
OWEN PAI IT.? Ramiro.
A. D. 988. Vladimar sent to Constantine My old folios; why do you for ever read Porphyrogenitus, to demand baptism, and them ? a song of songs to come, and the the Emperor's sister, Helena, in marriageburden Barbara! Barbara !
else he threatened to march on from Theodosia, which he had just taken. Constan
tine sent priests and the lady. The RusThe Man in the Moon is dead, and who sian then restored his conquests, made his shall succeed him ? Some say Mr. Garne- people be baptized by thousands in the rin is set out to take possession ; others that Dnieper, and threw Peroun into the river the planets are to elect * * then thinks he with the rest of the idols. has a fair chance, being sure of Mercury Ballad from Count Stolberg's story of the and Venus; others say Lord Melville, be- foundation of Rapperschweil; a traveller cause a brass face is the best complexion ; admiring the town; and a burgher telling or Lord *, because he wants a place, and him what a chance it was whether there this would be conspicuous enough to suit should be a town there or a gibbet; making him. Mr. Addington, for he who is so ex- it the scene of the wife's adultery. The cellent a Chancellor of the Exchequer, would end that the town makes the place the make a most excellent Man in the Moon. better, and the story no whit the worse. Bonaparte ; but he is afraid of the Crescent. A good monodrama may be made of HiOr the Duke of York— because in Holland milcon, the Carthaginian general, who, after he so often shifted his quarters. I dreamt losing a victorious army in Sicily by pestithis this morning July 3, 1804.
lence, returned alone, related to the people what he had done, what suffered, accused
the Gods, and then retiring into his apartIdeas, g-c.
ment slew himself. How the Bishop of Bremen went to Hell
The Dew that falls on St. John's night by water.
is supposed to have the virtue to stop the The Dominican dipping for gold in a
plague. — Bruce. — Connect this with the volcano.
Witch and the Well of Rogoes. The sepulchre that fits every body; he Give me the May-green of hope, or the who has measured himself thereby never
healthy June appearance of the trees in their more feels fatigue.
full life-beauty; not Autumn-hectic coThe babe born in the grave.
lours that foretell the fall. Inspiration of Hafiz.
The Mistress of Don Manuel Ponce de ? This was a cripple tailor, who lived in a Leon let fall her glove into the circus where denly disappeared one fine day, and was never
cul de sac, or close court, at Bristol. He sudthere were lions ; the knight, though un- heard of more. All sorts of conjectures, of armed, leaped down and picked it up; but course, were made relative to his flight. as she stooped to receive it, he dashed the
J. W. W. glove in her face.
3 Brand, in his “Popular Antiquities,”' quotes
the following from an ancient calendar of the St. Endeus, King of Ireland.
Dew and new leaves in estimation."
The three illustranda are the doctrine of French history—its atrocious character. Plato's ciòwla- -so all things sinful are St. Bartholomew's Day. Damiens. Iron only copies of their prototypes in the mind Mask, &c. Shame after shame, and this of the 'l!ə( whose name, after the Perforeign upstart, the consummation. sian custom, I write upside down—the om
The Boiling Well. Mary, I cannot now nipotence of law, and the sin of cheating show it thee, but thou shalt see a type—a at cards. surface as calm and a spirit as troubled The Lady Cheatabell, playing at hunt within.
the Knave out of town, packed the cards, Inscriptions for Major Cartwright's Hie- and gave herself the Knave of Hearts, being ronanticon.-Alfred.
Jack. From that time forth at midnight the
it also with his nose. Sancho Garcia, son of Garci Ferrandez.
She goes to a con
jurer : he calls up the Queen of Hearts, as a He and his mother were in the town of superior spirit, but he is outwitted-everySant Estevan, he went hunting rabbits with thing yields to law. He was Jack, and takes a Moorish King, who lived in Gormaz, and in everything; wherefore he wins the Queen, jumping the king fell, e descubrio ***. At and both spirits haunt the Lady Cheatabell. night the Count's carver, in cutting up the Again the conjuror is consulted—he calls rabbit for his supper, laughed. Aba asked up the Knave and Queen of Spades, and ties why, and the story of the king's fall was them. When they see each other, both partold her.
ties stop, both become powerless and moShe agreed with this Moor to poison her tionless—and thus the Knave is hunted out son, of which he was to be apprized by a of town, or laid in the Red Sea-si placet. wisp of straw sent down the river; and then to marry him and give him the land. Her camarera's lover, Sancho, informed the
Inscriptions. Count, who made his mother drink of the WOBURNE—The Duke of Bedford. poisoned cup, sent down the straw, and
This man-in-the-moon thought might be old Chronica, and the Conde de Mora's extended into a good satire. Hist. de Toledo, both being lying books of Journey there upon a night mare, who good imagination, unless they are belied.
was begotten by Pegasus upon El Borak.
The goddess of the moon ; young and
lovely when I arrived. Her change to old Christmas Tale.
All the lost things there; but some things A Christmas tale, this Christmas time,
recovered from thence. Dear Williams Wynn, you ask of me, I will begin, Dear Williams Wynn,
Candidates for the manship, Mr. Phillips A Christmas tale for thee.
among the rest. But Bonaparte sends up
one, and he immediately declares war aYou play at cards this Christmas time gainst England. oh never cheat, dear W. W. it is a sin, &c.
Inventory of things found there. The
Decades of Livy, &c. Lord Nelson's dying See Poems, p. 441.–J. W.W.