I have taken some liberties with the following Stanzas "on Memory;" the author is apparently unused to composition, for his Verses run on so carelessly that I hardly know whether I ought rather to apologize to him for altering so much, or to my Readers for not altering more.

How sweet are the moments which Memory's pen

Devotes to the time that is pass'd;

As we dwell on the joys we may ne'er taste again,
And pleasures too brilliant to last.

How sweet is the tear which flows fast from the eye,
When Remembrance awakens the Mind,

To the thought of the friendships for ever gone by,
The warm, and the firm, and the kind.

Oh! suffer the tear in the eye to appear,
And forbid not the stream to flow on ;
"Tis the dew-drop of heaven that falls on the bier
Of the joy that was bright—but is gone.

'Tis the balm that affordeth a gentle relief
To the heart overburden'd with woe;

And shall I forbid it to glisten in grief,
Or deny it permission to flow?

Oh! forbid it, my God, that my folly should dare

What thy Providence wills to arraign;

But when Sorrow has blighted the hopes that were fair,

We may weep, though we may not complain,

Still, still there's a hope in the sadness of woe,
That Death cannot separate love;

That the spirits, so closely united below,

Shall unite in their raptures above!

June 25.-I am afraid Cynthia is angry; but how can she expect me to write long letters, when I have so much business on my hands? However, here is an apology in Rhyme, and I hope 1. shall receive my forgiveness by the next post.

E'en now, as thus I sit me down,
Scar'd by your thunder and your frown,
Two Fiends are hid aloof;
Two Fiends in dark Cocytus dipp'd;
A Blockhead with a Manuscript,
A Devil with a Proof!
Alas! alas! I seem to find
Some torment for my weary mind,

In every thing I see!

My Duck is old,-my Mutton tough,—
To some they may be good enough,
They smell of "Press" to me;
And when I stoop my lips to drink,
I often shudder as I think

I taste the taste of Printer's ink,
In chocolate and tea.

And what with friends, and foes, and

hits

Sent slyly out by little Wits,

A fulminating Breed;
And what with Critics, Queries, Quar-
rels,

Fame and fair faces, love and laurels,
Sermons and Sonnets, good and bad,
I'm getting-not a little mad,

But very mad indeed!

But you, who in your home of ease,
Are far from sorrows such as these,
Maid of the archly smiling brow,
What folly are you following now?
With you, amid the mazy dance,
That came to us from clever France,
Does he, that bright and brilliant star,
The future Tully of the Bar,

Its present Vestris, glide?
Or does he quibble, stride, look big,
Assume the face of Legal Prig,
And charm you with his embryo Wig,
In all its powder'd pride?
Is he the Coryphæus still,
Of winding Waltz, and gay Quadrille?
And is he talking fooleries

Of Ladies' love, and looks, and eyes,

And flirting with your Fan?
Or does he prate of wheres and whys,
Cross-questions, queries, and replies,
Cro. Car.-Cro Jac-and Cro. Eliz.
To puzzle all he can?

Is he the favourite of to-day,
Or do you smile with kinder ray
On him the grave Divine;
Whose Periods sure were form'd alike
In Pulpit to amaze and strike,

In Drawing-room to shine?
Alas! alas! Methinks I see,
Amid those walks of revelry,

A Dignitary's fall;

For lingering long in Fashion's scene,
He'll die a Dancer, not a Dean,
And find it hard to choose between
Preferment, and a Ball!

I do not bid thee weep, my Dear,
I would not see a single tear

In eyes 30 bright as those;
Nor dim the ray that Love hath lit,
Nor check the stream of mirth and wit,
That sparkles as it flows.

Be still the Fairy of the Dance,
And keep that light and merry glance,
Yet do not, in your Pride of Place,
Forget your parted Lover's face,

A poor one though it be!
Among the thousands that adore,
Believe not one can love you more;
And when retir'd from Ball or Rout,
You've nothing else to think about,
Why, waste a thought on me!

June 28.-Just read the Review of "The Etonian" in the dear "Quarterly!" How delightfully civil! All our friends are looking as pleased as Punch! and all our enemies are looking long in the face, and grumbling something about partiality; which I have not time to listen to. Partiality, forsooth!-Let the good Gentlemen be as partial as they please, and Peregrine will never be angry with them. But oh! horrible! The Critic talks about the "Unsightly and unseemly emblem" on our cover. If this is not High Treason, tell me, Mr. Attorney General, what is! His Majesty of Clubs "unsightly and unseemly!" God save the King! Who ever suspected the "Quarterly" of designs against Monarchy? I am getting in a terrible passion, so I shall shut up my Scrap-Book.

LETTERS FROM OXFORD:

Ellen (a Simple Tale)
Maimoune (a Poem):

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A Whimsey (written in

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Essay on Lions

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V. Peregrine Courtenay to
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Canto II.
PRIVATE CORRESPONDENCE:

No. V.-The Peterborough Questions
-Logic-Expedition to Nuneham-
College Library-Mr. Elmsley-Mr.
Gaisford-Bampton Lectures-Amy
Robsart's Tomb......
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Windsor:

KNIGHT AND DREDGE, CASTLE-STREET;

AND JOHN WARREN, OLD BOND-STREET, LONDON. SOLD ALSO BY MR. WILLIAMS, AND MR. INGALTON, ETON; MESSRS. DEIGHTON AND SON, CAMBRIDGE; MESSRS. MUNDAY AND SLATTER, OXFORD.

Price 3s.

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ETONIAN.

No. X.

The King of Clubs.

ABDICATION

OF HIS MAJESTY.

WE, Peregrine, by our own Choice and the Public

Fabour, King of Clubs, and Editor of The Etonian, in the Ninth Month of our Reign, being this Bay in possession of our full and unimpaired Faculties both of Mind and Body, do, by these Presents, address Ourselves to all our Loving Subjects, whether holding Place and Profit under us, or not.

Inasmuch as we are sensible, that we must shortly be removed from this state of trial, and translated to another Life, leaving behind us all the Trappings of Koyalty, all the Duties of Government, all the Concerns of this condition of Being, it does seem good to Us, before we are withdrawn from the eyes of our dearly-beloved Friends and Subjects, to Abdicate and Dibest Ourselves of all the Ensigns of Power and Authority which we have hitherto borne; and We do Hereby willingly Abdicate and Divest Ourselves of the same.

And be it, by all whom it may concern, Kemembered, That the Cares and Labours of Peregrine, sometime KING OF CLUBS, are henceforth directed to another World; And that if any One shall assume the Sceptre and the Style of PEREGRINE, the First King of Clubs, such Person is a Liar, and Usurper.

Howbeit, If it shall please Our Crusty Subjects and Counsellors to set upon our Throne a rightful and legitimate Successor, WE WILL that the Allegiance of Our People be transferred to Him; And that He be accounted Supreme over Serious and Comic, Verse and Prose; And that the Treasury of Our Kingdom, with all that it shall at such time contain, Song, and Sonnet, and Epigram, and Epic, and Bescriptions, and Non-descripts, shall be made over forthwith to his charge and keeping.

And for all Acts, and Writings, made and done during the period of our Reign, To Wit, from The Twentieth Day of October, Anno Domini Eighteen Hundred and