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THE RIDE. - Miss Lamb.
LATELY an equipage I overtook,
And helped to lift it o'er a narrow brook.
O happy town-bred girl, in fine chaise going,
I learned, as, walking slowly by their side,
Brother, is this the country that I see?"
The bricks were smoking, and the ground was broke ; There were no signs of verdure when she spoke. He, as the well-informed delight in chiding The ignorant, her questions still deriding, To his good judgment modestly she yields, Till, brick-kilns past, they reached the open fields. Then, as with rapturous wonder round she gazes On the green grass, the buttercups, and daisies, "This is the country sure enough !" she cries; 'Is 't not a charming place?" The boy replies, "We'll go no further." No," she says, no need, No finer place than this can be indeed." I left them gathering flowers, the happiest pair That ever London sent to breathe the fine fresh air.
GENTLE RIVER. — Percy's Reliques.
GENTLE river, gentle river,
Lo! thy streams are stained with gore;
GENTI E RIVER.
All beside thy limpid waters,
Lords, and dukes, and noble princes,
On thy fatal banks were slain;
There the hero, brave Alonzo,
Fell a victim, by his side.
Lo! where yonder Don Saavedra
Proud Seville his worth admires.
Close behind, a renegado
Loudly shouts, with taunting cry, "Yield thee, yield thee, Don Saavedra ! Dost thou from the battle fly?
"Well I know thee, haughty Christian,
Seen thee win the prize of proof.
"Well I know thy aged parents,
Well thy blooming bride I know;
Seven years of pain and woe.
"May our prophet grant my wishes,
Haughty chief, thou shalt be mine; Thou shalt drink that cup of sorrow Which I drank when I was thine."
Like a lion turns the warrior,
Back he sends an angry glare; Whizzing came the Moorish javelin, Vainly whizzing, through the air.
Back the hero, full of fury,
Sent a deep and mortal wound ; Instant sunk the renegado,
Mute and lifeless, on the ground.
With a thousand Moors surrounded,
Brave Saavedra stands at bay; Wearied out, but never daunted,
Cold at length the warrior lay.
Near him fighting, great Alonzo
Stout resists the Paynim bands; From his slaughtered steed dismounted, Firm intrenched behind him stands.
Furious press the hostile squadron,
Furious he repels their rage; Loss of blood at length enfeebles; Who can war with thousands wage ?
Where yon rock the plain o'ershadows,
NOSE AND EYES.
NOSE AND EYES. - Cowper.
BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose ;
So the Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning; While Chief-justice Ear sat to balance the laws,
So famed for his talent in nicely discerning.
"In behalf of the Nose, it will quickly appear, And your lordship," he said, "will undoubtedly find,
That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear, Which amounts to possession time out of mind.”
Then holding the spectacles up to the court,
"Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle
As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short,
Again, would your lordship a moment suppose ("Tis a case that has happened, and may be again) That the visage or countenance had not a Nose,
Pray who would or who could wear spectacles then?
"On the whole it appears, and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.”
Then, shifting his side, as a lawyer knows how,
So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone,
TRADITIONARY BALLAD- Mary Howilt.
THE FAIRIES OF THE CÂLDON-LOW. A MIDSUMMER LEGEND
“AND where have you been, my Mary,
And where have you been from me?"
"And what did you see, my Mary,
"And what did you hear, my Mary,
“O, tell me all, my Mary,-