And where, oh where did this lady haste,
All fragrant with perfumes ?
Oh! she hied her along right speedily
To Gibburt's Castle rooms.

For there was to be a promenade,
A promenade so fine;

And one of the singers was Miss Macguire,
And t'other was Mr. Pyne,

And he of the organ was Mr. Harris,
An organist from town;

And between the songs the people they
The room paced up and down.

The lady walked into the room,
She walked upon her feet;

And when she wished to sit her down,
She sat upon a seat.

And why went she to the promenade,

And why did she

go alone?

Oh! she went there because she chose,
And would not stay at home.

And why did the lady lonely go,
Alone and lonely thither?

Oh! the lady went by herself I weep,
Because nobody would go with her.

And the lady round for her lover turned,
For her own true love she looked;

For he said he'd be down from London that
And she knew his place was booked. [night,

He was a man of fair renown,

Of fair renown was he;

And his doors in London were opened ever, grocery.

For the sale of

But still he came not, he came not there,
But she hoped he still would come;
When lo! a stranger burst into the room,
Who smelt very strong of rum.

The lady she turned up her turn-up nose,
She turned up her nose at the smell.
"O lady," quoth he, " do'nt make such a face,
For a tale I have you to tell."

Ah, stranger, what is the tale?" she said, “ Ah, tell the tale to me;

Oh where is the trunk with my true love's clothes? And my true love, where is he?"

"Oh, the coach it was overturned, lady, Ón which your lover did ride;

And his portmanteau was lost in the crash-
"Good gracious me!" she cried.

"But oh! the dear, dear man himself,
Oh! where is he?" she said.
"Alas! alas! he was killed by the fall:
So, lady, in fact, he's dead!"

"He is not dead, you cruel stranger,
He is not dead, that's poz;

He was,not killed by the fall, I know-"
Says he, "pon my honour, he was."

"Oh, then," quoth the lady, all woe begone,
O'erwhelmed with sorrow deep,

"Since I've paid my shilling, I'll hear it out, And then I'll go home and weep.'

TO MARY.

PETRIANUS.

YOU say you've seen me fondly reckon
Maiden's charms, who've passed nie by,
And sometimes to the charmers beckon,
With a meaning soft and sly.

I own your story partly true, love,
But in my excuse must say,

That those sweet girls were so like you, love,
I could not keep my eyes away.

Yet think not I would leave love's duties
Either slighted or undone;

With an eye for many beauties,
I've a heart for only one!

J. W. DALBY.

SONNET FROM THE ITALIAN OF PETRARCH.
WHEN on the verdant bank I sit me down,
And pour my sorrows to the passing gale,
The warbling birds, the clear meandering stream
The rustling leaves all seem with me to wail:
And then my fancy pictures to my sight
That angel form, sole object of my love,
Which earth conceals, yet heaven will bring to light.
Yes, 'tis my Laura in the realms above!

See, from afar she answers to my sighs,

Enquires with kindness, why the tear drops flow: Ought you to murmur, or to weep," she cries, "Since death has made my soul immortal now? And these pale orbs, which once were closed in night, Are open now to everlasting light."

WHAT IS HOPE?

WHAT is Hope?-a sweet delusion,
Blissful, yet deceitful ever :

The Fancy's glittering, gay illusion,
But, alas! substantial never!

AMANDA.

Then who the joys of Hope would cherish,
Did they know their scanty date?
Did they know how soon they perish,
And the wiles that round them wait?
The rose's blush, the rainbow's hue,
The raptured sense though they enthral,

Full quickly vanish from the view,

Yet Hope's more transient than them all!

IMPROMPTU.

S......S

AS the brave mariner prefers the gale,

Which speeds him faster to the home he loves, When fully conscious of his vessel's strength; So does the Christian, when bis faith's alive, Welcome the storm which bears him to his home. W** College.

J. Arliss, Printer, London.

WOOD.

WHITE CONDUIT HOUSE.

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Classic and Polite Literature.

THE HISTORY OF KENILWORTH CASTLE. Concluded from page 209.

HAVING given a brief history of the castle, from its foundation to the present time, nothing further re. mains but to give a description of its present state. The entrance is from the north, by the side of the great gate-house, built by Lord Leicester; the wall and ditch formerly joined it, and you entered the castle under an arched way, between the four turrets; but, on its being made an habitation, it was walled up and formed into two large rooins. One of these is fitted up with an elegant chimney-piece, and an oak wainscot, taken from Leicester buildings, and is worthy attention. The large pile of building on the right, (called Cæsar's Tower) is the strongest and most ancient part of the castle, and served as a kind of fortress to it in times of danger; three sides of the wall are nearly entire: the fourth side was by Oliver Cromwell's soldiers pulled down, in order to make use of the materials. It seemingly consisted of one vastroom Vol. 7. No. 41.

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on a floor, and a variety of closets formed in the walls, which, in some places, are sixteen feet thick. The great staircase was in the south-west angle of the building. The three kitchens were beyond it, and reached nearly from Cæsar's Tower to Leicester Buildings; they were very large; some traces of foundation on the green sward is all that now remain of them; and only serve to shew their situation. Lancaster Buildings come next; they were very strong. The three ranges of arches, one above another, are still visible. From the top of the wall, (which is easy of access,) you have a fine view of the country, with the house and church of Honily in the back ground.

The great hall is a noble room, eighty-six feet long, and forty-five wide, well adapted to the hospitable days of our forefathers. Under the hall was a room of the same dimensions, for the use of the domestics, and those numerous guests, who were not entitled to a place at the upper table.

Towards the south end of the hall, on the east side, there is a large bow window, and, opposite to it, a recess, that probably served as a kind of side-board; beyond which there is a small closet, which the common people have ridiculously named Queen Elizabeth's dressing room.

We now come to the range of apartments that formed the south side of the inner court, consisting of the White Hall, the Presence Chamber, and the Privy Chamber, of which there is now nothing remaining but the fragments of walls and staircases, and part of two large bow windows, of which the inner one is, like those of the hall, hung with ivy in a very picturesque way. Leicester Buildings, though the last erected, seem likely to be the first part that will totally fall to decay. Time has already made great havoc with this noble pile, and some part or other annually moulders away under his ruthless hand.

Proceeding round Leicester Buildings, to the right, we reach the west front, which is more uniform than any of the castle. The light arch in front leads through what was formerly called the Plaisance, to the garden, which is modernized into an orchard. Nothing now remains but the tilt yard, situated to the

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