Beats to the earth, or wafts to middle sky.
Such, and so varied, the precarious play
Of fate with man, frail tenant of a day!

Anonymous

CHAP. XXVI.

Necessity-thou best of peacemakers,
As well as surest prompter of invention—
Help us to composition !

Апопутоия.

CHAP. XXVII.

This is some creature of the elements,

Most like your sea-gull. He can wheel and whistle

His screaming song, e'en when the storm is loudest―

Take for his sheeted couch the restless foam

Of the wild wave-crest—slumber in the calm.

And dally with the storm.

An arrant gull, with all this.

Yet 'tis a gull,

The Chieftain.

CHAP. XXXI.

I fear the devil worst when gown and cassock,
Or, in the lack of them, old Calvin's cloak,
Conceals his cloven hoof.

Anonymous.

CHAP. XXXIII.

'Tis the black ban-dog of our jail-Pray look on him,

But at a wary distance-rouse him not—

He bays not till he worries.

The Black Dog of Newgate.

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CHAP. XXXVIII.

Speak not of niceness, when there's chance of wreck,"

The captain said, as ladies writhed their neck To see the dying dolphin flap the deck; "If we go down, on us these gentry sup; We dine upon them, if we haul them up. Wise men applaud us when we eat the eaters, As the devil laughs when keen folks cheat the cheaters."

CHAP. XL.

The Sea Voyage.

-Contentions fierce,

Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.

Albion.

CHAP. XLIII.

He came amongst them like a new-raised spirit To speak of dreadful judgments that impend, And of the wrath to come.

The Reformer

CHAP. XLIV.

And some for safety took the dreadful leap;
Some for the voice of Heaven seem'd calling on

them ;

Some for advancement, or for lucre's sake

I leap'd in frolic.

The Dream.

CHAP. XLV.

High feasting was there there-the gilded roofs Rung to the wassail-health-the dancer's step Sprung to the chord responsive-the gay gamester To fate's disposal flung his heap of gold,

And laugh'd alike when it increased or lessen'd: Such virtue hath court-air to teach us patience Which schoolmen preach in vain.

Why come ye not to Court?

CHAP. XLVI.

Here stand I tight and trim,

Quick of eye, though little of limb;

He who denieth the word I have spoken,
Betwixt him and me shall lances be broken.

Lay of the Little John de Saintre.

FROM QUENTIN DURWARD.

(1.) SONG-COUNTY GUY.

AH! County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,

The orange-flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.

The lark, his lay who thrill'd all day,

Sits hush'd his partner nigh;

Breeze, bird, and flower, confess the hour, But where is County Guy?

The village maid steals through the shade,
Her shepherd's suit to hear;

To beauty shy, by lattice high,
Sings high-born Cavalier.

The star of Love, all stars above,

Now reigns o'er earth and sky;

And high and low the influence know-
But where is County Guy?

Chap. iv.

(2.).

SOME better bard shall sing in feudal state
How Bracquemont's Castle oped its Gothic gate,
When on the wandering Scot its lovely heir
Bestowed her beauty and an earldom fair.

Chap. xxxvii.

(3.) MOTTOES.

CHAP. III.

FULL in the midst a mighty pile arose,
Where iron-grated gates their strength oppose
To each invading step-and, strong and steep,
The battled walls arose, the fosse sunk deep.
Slow round the fortress roll'd the sluggish stream,
And high in middle air the warder's turrets gleam.
Anonymous.

CHAP. VII.

Justice of the Peace.-Here, hand me down the statute-read the articles

Swear, kiss the book-subscribe, and be a hero,
Drawing a portion from the public stock,
For deeds of valor to be done hereafter-
Sixpence per day, subsistence and arrears.

CHAP. XI.

The Recruiting Officer.

Painters show Cupid blind-Hath Hymen eyes? Or is his sight warp'd by those spectacles