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Le triomphe dont on m' honore

Me rend digne de ton amour.

Modèle de malheur, jouet du sort perfide,

Celui dont les travaux ont charmé l' univers,
Le chantre de Renaud, d' Armide,

A vécu dans les pleurs, a langui dans les fers!
Des maux qui furent votre ouvrage,
Vous voulez expier l' outrage;
Hâtez-vous, injustes mortels!
L'oubli, l' opprobre, la misère,
Ont marqué mes pas sur la terre:
Je meurs, et j'obtins des autels.

AIR.

Qu'aux derniers accords de ma lyre
Réponde la postérité!

Pour moi, le moment où j' expire,
Commence l'immortalité!

Sans regrets du temps qui s'envole
Je vois disparojtre le cours;
Il est beau de finir ses jours
Sur les degrés du capitole;

CHŒUR.

Chantez, muses! pleurer, amours!
Le Tasse est tombé sur sa lyre
L'amant d' Eléonore expire,
Le poète vivra toujours.

THE A. B. C.

Tune-"The Chapter of Kings.”

The following Song was composed at the time of Bonaparte's exile to Elba in 1814, and was sung with great enthusiasm at convivial meetings in England. We transcribe it for its ingenuity and drollery, without any disposition to be merry on the signal fate of this scourge of Europe.

The downfall of Boney has made a great noise,
Men, women and children, together rejoice;

And little boys learning to spell a-p-ap,
The alphabet ransack in lampooning Nap-

Chorus.

So now you shall see,

How with A, B, and C,

They sing his disasters in turn.

A, stands for Alexander, the brave;

B, the great Blucher, who conquered to save;
C, for the crown, to which Louis has claim;
And D, for dethronement and death to Nap's fame.

And thus 'tis you see, &c.

E, stands for Elba, poor Boney's retreat;

F, for his farewell, and fatal defeat;

G, for the gladness proclaimed through the land;
And H, for the heroes who have gone hand-in-hand.
And thus 'tis you see, &c.

I, stands for ills Nap sustained to his cost;
K, keeps in mind his keen friend Jacky Frost;
L, stands for Leipsic, from whence Boney fled,
And M, for the Mounseers, who died with hot lead.
And thus 'tis you see, &c.

N, stands for Nap, whose nine-pounders ran short:
O! cried the French, as retreating they fought;
P, proves how pretty the bridge went to pot;
And Q, what a quiz of a Corporal they'd got.
And thus 'tis you see, &c.

R, stands for run-away—ruins last touch;
S, for the sober sound sense of the Dutch;
T, for the tyrant, who had long been their bane;
And V, for Verheuil, who resisted in vain.

And thus 'tis you see, &c.

Now W, Wellington's name must disclose;
And X, Y, and Z, his brave mens', we suppose;

Then this alphabet surely, now Boney's undone,
Will do well to teach to his darling young son.

And if he can spell,

He will see very well,

All his Daddy's disasters in turn.

ADDRESSED TO AN INFANT BOY WITH A SMALL TOY-WATCH.

By the late Mr. Alsop.

SWEETLY Smiling cherub child,
Blooming in this infant spring;

In whose breast no care resides,
Nor grief has fixed its bitter sting.

From one by tender ties affin'd,

One, who holds thy welfare dear,
This small pledge of love receive,
Present of the opening year.

Emblem of thy little day,

Scarce past one, it points the hour;

Yet a little, and will pass

Childhood's sweetly blooming flower.

To thy artless, fond caress,

Infant play, and painted toys;
Of youths the herald, will succeed
Boyhood's sports, and ruder joys.

Swift the sportive years have flown,
'Neath the feathered foot of time;

Lo! the youth, a boy no more,

Glows elate in manhood's prime.

Other objects now engage,
Loftier views the mind employ;
Ill exchanged, the happy sports
Of the once contented boy.

May this little mark of love,

Thy dark eyes with pleasure light;

And when older grown, no more
Infant plays and toys invite.

Not unsuccessful may it prove,

But impress the important truth; The golden moments not to lose,

That deck the brilliant morn of youth.

May improvement stamp each hour,

Well employed each day be found;
Each month new store of knowledge yield,
With added worth each year be crowned.

For oh! too soon, with course unmarked,
The fleeting hours away will glide,
'Till days, and months, and years have past
In time's forever ebbing tide.

A FRAGMENT.

Hush'd is the hollow wind, and night, old night,
Assumes her silent solitary sway.

The yellow moonlight sleeps upon the hill-
Plays through the quivering umbrage of the trees
With beam capricious-on the rolling wave,
And sheds a lustre o'er the tranquil scene.
Now nought is heard, save Philomela's strain.
Melodious mourner! she from yonder thorn,
Warbles such soft, such solemn-breathing sounds,
So querulously sweet, so sadly wild,

That all but treason, stratagem and spoil,
Delighted listen, for 'tis heaven to hear,
Is there not magic in the love-lorn notes,
These thrilling strains of agony supreme?
Yes there is magic-sympathy of wo:
And more than sympathy, alas! is mine-
I mourn alike the death and life of love,
I mourn a blessing lost a blessing gained.

ELIDURUS.

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MISCELLANEOUS PARAGRAPHS.

Cooper's Willich.-We were mistaken in announcing that Judge Cooper intended to revive his " Emporium;" that task having been undertaken by the Rev. Mr. Allison. Mr. Cooper is at present engaged in preparing for the press a second American edition of WILLICH's Domestic Encyclopædia. We should suppose that no person in this country is better qualified for this office than Mr. C. A correct knowledge of trades, manufactures, and domestic economy, is very difficult to be attained; because, in addition to the caprices of fashion, the innovations of experiment, and the discoveries of ingenuity, the student has to contend with various obstacles which jealousy or self-interest may throw in the way. In the natural history, chemistry, mineralogy, and mechanics, many gross errors have been remarked in this work; and the articles steam-engine, stocking-frame, mill, lock, pump, are characterised as careless performances. The extensive reading of Mr. C. and frequent opportunities of information which he has enjoyed, warrant us in the expectation of an edition which shall do credit to the American press.

Emigration.-Between the 14th May and 8th September, the einigrations to this port were as follows: From London 44; Liverpool 506; Belfast 95; Bordeaux 90; Londonderry 108; Rochelle 8; Greennock 100; Amsterdam 3267; Newcastle 18; Antwerp 15; Dublin 79; Hull 40; Leghorn 12; Cork 45; Lubec 87; Carnaervon 98; Halifax 56; Bristol 22.

An extensive mine of Arsenic has been discovered in the town of Warwick, New York. Samples have been deposited in Columbia College. A valuable bed of Plaister of Paris, has been discovered in Elsworth, Trumbull county, Ohio.

President Monroe.-The following is given as the true account of the dates at which President Monroe appears in the history of our country. Born in Virginia in 1759, he was in the army in 1776, and was wounded at the battle of Trenton, December 26, 1776. General Washington then gave him a captaincy, and he was aid to general lord Sterling, and soon after colonel of a regiment. In 1782, he was in the legislature of Virginia, and in 1783 a member of the old congress. In 1787 he was again in the legislature of Virginia, and in 1788, in the convention which ratified the constitution. In 1790 he was a senator of the United States. In 1794 he was minister of the United States in France, from which place he was recalled by general Washington. He published a "Vindication" of his conduct, and was not long afterwards elected governor of Virginia, and con. tinued as long as the constitution of the state allowed. In 1802 he was sent by Mr. Jefferson to France, on the negociation for Louisiana. In 1803 he was appointed minister at London, and in 1805 he went on a special mission to Madrid. On his return he was again in the legislature of Virginia, and in 1810 was governor. In 1811 he was secretary of state, and in 1814 secretary of war. He is now president of the United States.

The difference between Gould and Gold.—An old gentleman of the name of Gould lately married a girl scarcely nineteen years of age-After the wedding the juvenile bridegroom addressed to his friend Dr. G▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬, the following couplet to inform him of the happy event:

"So you see, my dear sir, though eighty years old,
A girl of nineteen falls in love with old Gould.”

To which the doctor replied—

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