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quarters of a mile out of the rules. The dinner is handsome and wellserved, and a sprig of London pride is laid upon each member's plate. The sub-ways to which I have alluded, conduct such gentlemen as have nothing to do, to their clubs in Pall Mall East and its environs. Mock mustachios and evanescent chin tufts are provided at the bar, enveloped in which, by way of concealment, they may boldly read the papers at the Union, call for coffee at the United Service, peep at a poet at the Athenæum, or applaud Tarrare the Tartar chief from a lat. ticed box at the Lyceum. Such gentlemen as are engaged in commerce may, by the same subterraneous means, issue forth from the cellars under the Royal Exchange, emerge at Batson's, sneak over to the Baltic, bid for Molasses, Scammony, Gum Mastic, and dry Memel calf-skins in Mincing-lane, and afterwards, replunging into Cimmerian darkness, join their old associates in Whitefriars.

“ As under seas Alpheus' secret sluice

Bears Pisa's offerings to his Arethuse." There is a large room in the upper part of the edifice entirely appropriated to models in cork of all the principal watering places. Upon these a Scottish gentleman in black lectures every morning at 12, giving the spectator a correct notion of Jacob's ladder, the lighthouse pier, and Sir William Curtis's house at Ramsgate ; the two libraries and arched excavation of cliff at Broadstairs; the number of steps that lead up to the church at Whitby ; the battery walk at castings, with the library at one end of it, where a young lady favours the company with a bravura song ; the chain-pier at Brighton, shewing how the company may either ascend through the cliff, or get out further on, if they wish to go to the York Hotel; not to mention the well walk and church-yard at Cheltenhain, and the Sussex Arms and pantiles (I beg their pardon, the esplanade) at Tunbridge Wells. An attendance at a single course of these lectures will enable any lady or gentleman, with ordinary attention, on emerging from their month's quarantine, so to swear, that they have been at all, any, or either of the above-mentioned places, that I defy Charles Phillips himself to cross-examine them out of the allegation. This is a saving of time, trouble, and expense, which is at once worth more than all the money.

Into this asylum, as into a nunnery, will, I have no doubt, temporarily retire many a Devonshire-street dowager, who now shuts her front windows and steals out for exercise backward, amid the hostile hoofs of the curry-combed animals in Devonshire Mews. Here she will neither be broiled by the sun upon Brighton Downs, nor cut in twain by the East wind at the corner of Albion-place, Ramsgate ; but she may, and doubtless will, on quitting her seclusion, complain of having endured both. Into this retreat, as into a monastery, will gladly wander many a junior barrister from Fig-tree Court adjacent, whose half-guinea motions, “ few and far between,” debar him from the Brighton race-course ; whose relations in Cumberland are not over anxious for another view of his visage ; and who, surveying Vincent Wing with a mournful eye, wonders what the long vacation means by yawning from the 22d of June to the 7th of November. Hitherto, too, will drop in many a dweller in the regions of Finsbury, who would “rather meet the devil bimself” than a wagon drawn by a team of oxen. Several rare exotics are hung up in the pantry of the Institution, for the edification of gentlemen of the last-mentioned fraternity, consisting of a stuffed bird, called a pheasant, in the mouth of a stuffed animal called a pointer. Another stuffed bird, called a Partridge, with a broken wing and seven leaden shots in its belly, and an embowelled quadruped called by Linnæus a hare. A few lectures upon these animals, and the method of slaughtering them, delivered by the same gentleman in black, will authorise and enable an inhabitant of Austin or Crutched Friars to boast of bagging his three brace and a half as boldly as Nimrod himself. Great events often spring from trivial

The magnificent scheme of the Joint-stock Anti-out-of-Town Company sprang from a record of the following well-known anecdote of Richard Brinsley Sheridan. “Father,” said the son of the poet, « when I was last at Newcastle, I went down into a coal-pit.”—“The more fool you, Tom !"-"Nay, Sir, surely it is gratifying to be able to say that one has been down into a coal-pit.”—“Oh! I have no objec. tion to your saying it.” It only remains to add, that the physician of the Anti-out-of-Town Company is Doctor Street, the solicitor is Mr. Lane, and the standing counsel is Mr. Alley.



They had seen Cynaxa's field,

Where they fought so vainly well-
For though back in rout the foemen reel'd,

Yet the princely Cyrus fell!
Could it aught avail to them

That the golden eaglet fled ?
He, who fought for Susa's diadem,

Was among Cynaxa's dead-
Their pæap had drowo'd the parting groan
Of him who struck for a grave or throne !
They had heard Euphrates rush

In the might of his own deep wave,
They had seen the infant Tigris gush

From his far Armenian cave :
They had seen the Ephesian pile,

The hut of the mountaineer,
And fought through many a red defile

With the sling, the shaft, and spear :-
Of their brave ranks some of the bravest lay
In a nameless grave of foreign clay.
Underneath the snow-born pines

Of the wild Carduchian hills,
They had thought of their country's wines

By the foeman's icy rills :
At the eagle's scream they had thought

On the nightingales of home :-
"Could such,” they had ask'd, “ be the lure that wrought

Upon Greeks from Greece to roam?"
As they thought of the hour, when they blindly sold
Ten thousand swords for a stranger's gold.

* So called by Xenophon and Arrian, in addition to its local name of Theche.

+ The royal standard of Persia. It was seen upon a neighbouring eminence after the battle.

The temple of the Ephesians of Diana, to whom Xenophon had vowed as offering, which, upon his return to Greece, he paid.

-They are scaling Tbeche's side

Their van is on Theche's brow-
What means the pause of the martial tide,

And the earthquake-cry below ?-
To the sword the tired arm glanced,

And tbe languid foot trod proud ;
Over each worn cheek the stern blood danced,

Like the fire-flash over the cloud;
The hero woke in each weary man-
For they deem'd the foe* was upon their van!

On they rush'd as to the fight,

But it was no battle-word;
For “the Sea ! the Sea !" from the mountain's height

lo a thousand shouts was beard !-
"The Sea ! the Sea!"—that cry

Seem'd the end of toils and fears;
And, of all that host, not a freeman's eye

But was dim with rapturous tears,
As he saw from the sacred Mount again,
Like a line of blue cloud, the distant main !

At the shout, the eagle swung

From his eiry far away,
And the Colchiant pheasant sprung

From his dark wood to the day!
All bright fell the westering sun

On the warriors' moving arms :
By file upon file the height was won,

Till an Army's glad alarms
Arose-as if life and liberty
Were in one far glimpse of a stranger sea!

It was long ere the echoes were still

That around and afar replied-
Long, ere on the Sacred Hill

The shouts of a myriad died.
Then rose the full tones of a lyre,

And a young voice swell’d the sound
Every eye through its tears shot fire,

As the warriors throng'd around :
They lean'd on their spears in a tranced ring,
Mute as the Nine round the Delphic king.

'Twas a pale Greek girl, whose hand

There stray'd the deep chords among,
And who pour'd in the stranger's land

The soul of her country's song.
Light was wan to the dark of her eye,

As it flash'd on the distant sea;
She swept the strings, though her breast throbb’d high,

With a hand all firm and free;
And rich was the voice, and proud the strain,
She gave to the winds of the Euxine main.

So great was the tumult, that Xenophon thought it necessary to bring up the rearward cavalry, under the impression that the van had been attacked.

It may not be generally known, that the pheasant derives its name from the Phasis, á river of Colchia. The Argonauts are said to have introduced it into Europe.-Colchia lay between the army and the sea.

# It is no inconsistency to introduce a Grecian female at such a time and place : several are known to have accompanied the ten thousand through all the difficulties and dangers of their celebrated retreat.

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I saw the sweet Cayster wind,

I pass'd the broad Euphrates' flood,
I heard swift Tigris chafe behind,

On wild Araxes' banks I stood ;-
But all their waters rollid in vain-
My heart was on the free blue main ;
Our vows are heard, our task is done

Victors ! the sea before you lies !
The amaranthine wreath is won,

That with the dying never dies ! -
Yours will be memories to inspire
The patriot's heart, the poet's lyre !
Your arms have lit a + Phasis' banks,

New to the sound of Jason's name;
And, warriors ! yet your victor ranks

Will dim the light of Argo's fame,
When yonder deep shall idly foam
Behind the barks it wafted home.

Farewell the fear of foreign graves !

'Tis not for you, in hostile earth,
To mingle with the dust of slaves,

Far from the bright land of your birth ; -
No ! share, where your free fathers died,
Their slumber's peace, their memory's pride.

Chios, said to be the birth-place of Homer. + The Phasis, which the Greek army had left behind them, was distinct from the Colchian Phasis, renowned for one of the most daring undertakings of early navigation, the expedition of the Argonautic heroes under Jason.

1 The Euxine sea, upon which they looked, was that which had been traversed by Jason in the Argo.

Pile high the trophy*-let it stand

In future years the tale to tell,
How, through the proud barbarian's land,

Ye fought your way so redly well!
Where is the orient's sword or chain ?
Thet myriad see the main again!


Conversation of Swift and Pope.

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I PROCEED to give my cousin Apsley's account of his second dinner at Twickenham, where he had the happiness of meeting Swift:

July 15, 1727. At length the dies optanda came. Shall I confess my weakness ? I could do nothing all the morning but walk about, now reading something of the Dean's or Mr. Pope's, and now trying to think of some smart things to say at dimmer! I did not say one of them. Yes, I made an observation on Sannazarius, which was well received. I must not forget the boatman who took me across the water from Sutton. “ Young gentleman,” says he, “if I may make so bold, I will tell you a piece of my mind.”—“Well, pray do.”—“Why I am thinking you're going to see your sweatheart, or else the great poet yonder, Mr. Pope.” —“ Why so?” said I, laughing.”—“Why," said he, “ your eyes are all in a sparkle, and you seem in a woundy hurry.” I told him he had guessed it. He is in the habit of taking visitors over; great lords, he said, and grand ladies from court ; and very merry, too, for all that.” He mentioned Dr. Swift, Mr. Gay, and others. Upon asking if Dr. Swift was not one of the great writers, " Ay, ay,” said he, “ let him alone, I warrant him : he's a strange gentleman.' The boatman told me, that one day the Dean, “ as they called him," quarrelled with him about a halfpenny. His reverence made him tack about for some whimsey or other, and then would not pay him his due, because he did not tell him what the fare was the moment he asked. 66 So his Deanship left a cloak in the boat, and I took it up to him to Mr. Pope's house, and he came out, and said Well, sirrah, there's some use in frightening you speaking rascals, for you bring us back our goods.? So I thought it very strange; and says I, “ Your Reverence thinks I was frightened, eh?'--Yes,' says he, as sharp as a needle, haven't you done an honest action ?' So I was thrown all of a heap to hear him talk in such a way; and as I did'nt well know what he meant, I grew redder and redder like, for want of the gift of the gab. So, says I at last, 'Well, if your Reverence, or Deanship, or what you please to be called, thinks as how I was frightened, all that I says is this : dme, (saving your Reverence's presence) if Tom Harden is a man to be frightened about a halspenny, like some folks that shall be nameless.'

- Oh, ho!' says Mr. Dean, looking, scared like an owl in an ivy-bush, “Ton Harden is a mighty pretty fellow, and must not be


Xenophon says, that a triumphal monument was constructed upon the hill-at whose instigation he does not seem to have known.

fi. e. the Ten Thousand.

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