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He has been induced to look in at Vaux
A HAPPY MEETING. hall again, but likes it still less than he did years back, and cannot bear it in comparison And doth not a meeting like this make amends
For all the long years I've been wand'ring away, with Ranelagh. He thinks everything looks poor, faring, and jaded.
To see thus around me my youth's early friends, says he, with a sort of triumphant sigh, Though haply o'er some of your brows, as o'er mine,
As smiling and kind as in that happy day! Ranelagh was a noble place! Such taste,
The snow-fall of time may be stealing—what then ? such elegance, such beauty! There was the Like Alps in the sunset, thus lighted by wine, duchess of A. the finest woman in England, We'll wear the gay tinge of youth's roses again. sir; and Mrs. L., a mighty fine creature; and lady Susan what's her name, that had What soften'd remembrances come o'er the heart, that unfortunate affair with sir Charles. In gazing on those we've been lost to so long ! Sir, they came swimming by you like the The sorrows, the joys, of which once they were part swans.
Still round them, like visions of yesterday, throng, The Old Gentleman is very particular in As letters some hand hath invisibly traced, having his slippers ready for him at the fire,
When held to the flame will steal out on the sight,
So when he comes home. He is also extremely
many a feeling, that long seem'd effaced, choice in his snuff, and delights to get a
The warmth of a meeting like this brings to light fresh box-full at Gliddon's, in King-street, in And thus, as in memory's bark, we shall glide his
way to the theatre. His box is a curiosity To visit the scenes of our boyhood anew, from India. He calls favourite young ladies Tho' oft we may see, looking down on the tide, by their Christian names, however slightly The wreck of full many a hope shining through acquainted with them; and has a privilege Yet still, as in fancy we point to the flowers also of saluting all brides, mothers, and That once made a garden of all the gay shore, indeed every species of lady on the least Deceiv'd for a moment, we'll think them still ours, holiday occasion. If the husband for in And breath the fresh air of life's morning once more. stance has met with a piece of luck, he
So brief our existence, a glimpse, at the most, instantly moves forward, and gravely kisses
Is all we can have of the few we hold dear; the wife on the cheek. The wife then says,
And oft even joy is unheeded and lost, “My niece, sir, from the country;" and he
For want of some heart that could echo it near. kisses the niece. The niece, seeing her
Ah! well may we hope, when this short life is gone, cousin biting her lips at the joke, says, To meet in some world of more permanent bliss, “ My cousin Harriet, sir;" and he kisses For a smile, or a grasp of the hand, bast’ning on, the cousin. He never recollects such wea
Is all we enjoy of each other in this. ther, except during the great frost, or when he rode down with Jack Skrimshire to New But come—the more rare such delights to the heart, market. He grows young again in his little The more we should welcome, and bless them the grand-children, especially the one which he thinks most like himself; which is the They're ours when we meet-they're lost when we part, handsomest. · Yet he likes best perhaps the
Like birds that bring summer, and fy when 'tis o'er,
Thus circling the cup, hand in hand, ere we drink, one most resembling his wife; and will sit with him on his lap, holding his hand in
Let Sympathy pledge us, thro' pleasure thro? pain,
That fast as a feeling but touches one link, silence, for a quarter of an hour together.
Her magic shall send it direct through the chain. He plays most tricks with the former, and makes him sneeze. He asks little boys in general who was the father of Zebedee's children. If his grandsons are at school,
LINES TO HIS COUSIN he often goes to see them; and makes them blush by telling the master or the upper
ON THE NEW YEAR, scholars, that they are fine boys, and of a precocious genius. He is much struck
BY A WESTMINSTER Boy.
Time rolls away! another
Has rolled off with him; hence 'tis clear was a sad dog in his youth; "a very sad
His lordship keeps his carriage : dog, sir, mightily set upon a short life and
A single man, no doubt;—and thus a merry one.”
Enjoys himself without the fuss When he gets very old indeed, he will
And great expense of marriage, sit for whole evenings, and say little or nothing ; but informs you, that there is His wheel still rolls (and like the river Mrs. Jones (the housekeeper), — " She'll
Which Horace mentions) still for ever talk.” - Indicator.
Volvitur et volvetur.
In vain you run against him; place
When Number of
Prague. Of all he sees, he takes a tithe,
1348 55 14 With that tremendous sweeping scythe,
1365 77 161 Which he keeps always going ;
Heidelberg 1368 55 6. . While every step he takes, alas!
1403 31 66 Too plainly proves that flesh is grass,
81 138 When he sets out a mowing.
Fribourg: 1450 35 556 And though his hungry ravenous maw
Griefswald. 1456 30 227 Is crammed with food, both dress'd and raw,
Bale ... 1460 24 214 I'll wager any betting,
Tubingen 1477 44 827 His appetite has ever been
Marbourg 1527 38 304 Just like his scythe, sharp-set and keen,
1544 23 303 ! Which never wanted whetting.
1558 51 432 Giessen
39 371 Could you but see the mighty treat
1665 26 238 Prepared, when he sits down to eat
1694 64 1119 His breakfast or his dinner,-ah,
1702 49 710 Not vegetable-Aesh,--alone,
Gottengen. 1734 89 1545 But timber, houses, iron, stone,
Erlangen. 1743 34 498 He eats the very china.
48 623 When maidens pray that he will spare
1810 86 1245 Their teeth, complexion, or their hair,
1818 42 526 Alas I he'll never hear 'em; Grey locks and wrinkles hourly show,
Of this number six belong to Prussia, threr What Ovid.told us years ago, !
to Bavaria, two to the Austrian States, tw Ut Tempus edax rerum !
to the Grand Duchy of Baden, two to th
Electorate of Hesse-Cassel, and one to eac In vain, my dearest girl, you choose (Your face to wash) Olympic dews ;
of the following states-Saxony, Wurter In vain you paint or rouge it;
berg, Denmark, Hanover, the Grai He'll play such havoc with your youth,
Duchies of Mecklenbergh-Schweren and o That ten years hence you'll say with truth
Saxe-Weimar, and Switzerland. The tota Ah Edward !—Tempus fugit !
number of professors is 1055, embracing
not only the ordinary and extraordinary proThe glass he carries in his hand
fessors, but also the private lecturers, whose Has ruin in each grain of sand;
courses of reading are announced in th But what I most deplore is,
Catholic Ger He breaks the links of friendship's chain,
many, which reckons nineteen millions o. And barters yonthful love for gain :
inhabitants, has only six universities; while Oh, Tempora! oh, Mores !
Protestant Germany, for seventeen millions
of inhabitants, has seventeen. Of the stu. One sole exception you shall find,
dents there are 149 for every 250,000 in (Unius generis of its kind,)
the Protestant states, while there are only Wherever fate may steer us;
68 for the same number in the Catholic Tho' wide his universal range,
states. It must, however, be mentioned, Time has no power the heart to change
that this estimate does not take in those Of your AMICUS VERUS.
Catholic ecclesiastics who do not pursue Bath Herald. their studies in the universities, but in
private seminaries. The universities of
Paderborn and Munster, both belonging to GERMAN UNIVERSITIES.
Prussia, and which had only two faculties,
those of theology and philosophy, were Germany, which embrace a population suppressed; the first in 1818," and the of thirty-six millions of people, has twenty- second in 1819; but that of Munster has two universities. The following table con. been reestablished, with the three faculties tains their names according to the order of of theology, philosophy, and medicine. their foundation, and the number of pro.. fessors and students :
three , tw co th - еас rter -rai ed a tota. cing propose
in mly lic ed, ose sue in of to es, ere he
Last of her sire in dotage--she was used
By him, as children use a fav’rite toy ;
As quick affection of capricious joy,
Thoughtlessly rear'd, she led a thoughtless life ;
She pass'd precocious womanhood in strife ;
Or, wand'ring in disquietude for bread:
Stilling her heart, till sorrow and herself were dead.
“The Life of Mrs. CHARLOTTE CHARKE, real friend, and humble servant, CHARyoungest daughter of Colley Cibber, Esq. LOTTE CHARKE.” written by herself,” is a curious narrative In the “ Jutroduction” to the recent reof remarkable vicissitudes. She dedicates print of this singular work, it is well it to herself, and aptly concludes her dedi. observed, that “her Life will serve to show zation by saying, “ Permit me, madam, to what very strange creatures may exist, and subscribe myself, for the future, what I the endless diversity of habits, tastes, and -*t to have been some years ago, your inclinations, which may spring up spon
taneously, like weeds, in the hot-bed of comedy of Rule-a-Wife. She with a torpid corrupt civilization.” She was born when voice and hungry smile desired us to Mrs. Cibber was forty-five years old, and walk in. The first object that presented when both her father and mother had itself was a dresser, clean, it must be conceased to expect an addition to their family: fessed, and furnished with three or four the result was that Charlotte Cibber was a coarse delf plates, two brown platters, and spoiled child. She married Mr. Richard underneath an earthen pipkin and a black Charke, an eminent violin player, of disso- pitcher with a snip out of it. To the right lute habits; and, after a course of levities, we perceived and bowed to the mistress of consequent upon the early recklessness of the mansion sitting on a maimed chair her parents, she was repudiated by her under the mantle-piece, by a fire, merely father. When she wrote her life, she was sufficient to put us in mind of starving. On in great penury: it was published in eight one hob sat a monkey, which by way of numbers, at three-pence each. In the last, welcome chattered at our going in ; on the which appeared on the 19th of April, 1755, other a tabby cat, of melancholy aspect ! she feelingly deplores the failure of her and at our author's feet on the Hounce of attempts to obtain forgiveness of her father, her dingy petticoat reclined a dog, almost and says, “I cannot recollect any crime I a skeleton ! he raised his shagged head, and, have been guilty of that is unpardonable.” eagerly staring with his bleared eyes, saAfter intimating a design to open an orato- luted us with a snarl. Have done, Fidele! rical academy, for the instruction of persons these are friends. The tone of her voice going on the stage, she mentions her inten was not harsh ; it had something in it tion to publish"Mr. Dumont's history, humbled and disconsolate; a mingled effort the first number of which will shortly make of authority and pleasure.-Poor soul! few its appearance.” This was a novel she was were her visitors of that description-no then writing, which a bookseller treated wonder the creature barked !.- A magpie with her for, in company with Mr. Samuel perched on the top ring of her chair, not an Whyte of Dublin, who thus describes her uncomely ornament! and on her lap.was distressed situation :
placed a mutilated pair of bellows, the pipe “ Cibber the elder had a daughter named was gone, an advantage in their present Charlotte, who also took to the stage; her office, they served as a succedaneum for a subsequent life was one continued series writing-desk, on which lay displayed her of misfortune, afflictions, and distress, which hopes and treasure, the manuscript of her she sometimes contrived a little to alleviate novel. Her ink-stand was a broken teaby the productions of her pen. About the cup, the pen worn to a stump; she had year 1755, she had worked up a novel for but one! a rough deal board with three the press, which the writer accompanied hobbling supporters was brought for our his friend the bookseller to hear read; she convenience, on which, without farther was at this time a widow, having been ceremony, we contrived to sit down and married to one Charke a musician, long entered upon business:—the work was read, since dead. Her habitation was a wretched remarks made, alterations agreed to, and thatched hovel, situated on the way to thirty guineas demanded for the copy. The Islington in the purlieus of Clerkenwell squalið handmaiden, who had been an atBridewell, not very distant from the New tentive listener, stretched forward her tawny River Head, where at that time it was usual length of neck with an eye of anxious ex. for the scavengers to leave the cleansings pectation !—The bookseller offered five!of the streets, &c. The night preceding Our authoress did not appear hurt; disapa heavy rain had fallen, which rendered pointments had rendered her mind callous ; this extraordinary seat of the muses almost however, some altercation ensued. This inaccessible, so that in our approach we was the writer's first initiation into the got our white stockings enveloped with mud mysteries of bibliopolism and the state of up to the very calves, which furnished an authorcraft. He, seeing both sides pertiappearance much in the present fashionable nacious, at length interposed, and at his style of half-boots. We knocked at the instance the wary haberdasher of literature door, (not attempting to pull the latch doubled his first proposal, with this saving string,) which was opened by a tall, meagre, proviso, that his friend present would pay ragged figure, with a blue apron, indicating, à moiety and run one half the risk; which what else we might have doubted, the was agreed to. Thus matters were accom. feminine gender,-a perfect model for the modated, seemingly to the satisfaction of copper captain's tattered landlady; that all parties; the lady's original stipulation deplorable exhibition of the fair sex, in the of fifty copies for herself being previously
acceded to. Such is the story of the once the simplicity of the original, of which I
I am, dear sir, &c.
“ Six go true, that she kept a public-house, at Islington,
The seventh askew." and is said to have died on the 6th of
Der Freischutz Travestie. April, 1760.F Her brother Theophilus was wrecked, and perished on his way to Dublin, An outlandish knight from the north lands came, in October, 1758; her father died on the And he came a wooing to me; 12th of December, in the year preceding. He told me he'd take me unto the north lands, Her singular “ Narrative” is printed ver
And I should his fair bride be. batim in the seventh volume of “Auto
A broad, broad shield did this strange knight wield, biography," with the life of the late “ Mary
Whereon did the red-cross shine, Robinson,” who was also an actress, and
Yet never, I ween, had that strange knight been also wrote her own “ Memoirs."
In the fields of Palestine.
And out and spake this strange knight,
This knight of the north countrie,
O, maiden fair, with the raven hair,
Thou shalt at my bidding be.
Thy sire he is from home, ladye, for some years on the borders, used to
For he hath a journey gone, amuse himself by collecting old ballads, And his shaggy blood-hound is sleeping sound, printed on halfpenny sheets, and hawked
Beside the postern stone. up and down by itinerant minstrels. In his common-place book I found one, en Go, bring me soine of thy father's gold, titled “The Outlandish Knight,” evidently,
And some of thy mother's fee, from the style, of considerable antiquity,
And steeds twain of the best, in the stalls that rest, which appears to have escaped the notice
Where they stand thirty and three. of Percy, and other collectors. Since then I have met with a printed one, from the
She mounted her on her milk-white steed, popular press of Mr. Pitts, the six-yards
And he on a dapple grey, for-a-penny song-publisher, who informs
And they forward did ride, till they reach'd the sea-side, me that he has printed it “ever since he
Three hours before it was day. was a printer, and that Mr. Marshall, his predecessor, priuted it before him." The Then out and spake this strange knight, ballad has not improved by circulating This knight of the north countria, amongst Mr. Pitts's friends; for the heroine, O, maiden fair, with the raven hair, who has no name given her in my
friend's Do thou at my bidding be. copy, is in Mr. Pitts's called “ Polly;" and
Alight thee, maid, from thy milk-white steed, there are expressions contra bonos mores.
And deliver it unto me; These I have expunged ; and, to render the
Six maids have I drown'd, where the billows sound, ballad more complete, added a few stanzas, And the seventh one thou shalt be. wherein I have endeavoured to preserve
But first pull off thy kirtle fine,
And deliver it unto me; * Whyte's Collection of Poems, second edition : Dublin, 1792.
Thy kirtle of green is too rich, I ween, † Biog. Dram,
To rot in the salt, salt sea.