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our complaints in the hour of our tribulation? We aiked for peace, and he gave us war-we called for reformation, and he gave us a fcourge—we demanded juftice, and he laughed us to fcorn-Away with him, Away with him.'

"The Lord our King is merciful and of loving kindness, him will we honour and obey; by the laws of our forefathers alfo will we abide, but the injuries and infults of Pittander we will not endure."

"Inafmuch as he would not give ear to the voice of our prayer, but fent fpies into our habitations, and informers to watch over us, and because he fufpended the laws which had been made for our protection, and ruled us by artifice, and cruelty, and corruption, fo fhall he be delivered over to rebuke, and justice shall overtake him."

"Those likewise who have aided his projects, and those who have spoken bitter things against us, fhall account for their misdeeds, and moreover the mutes fhall not be forgotten."

Then methought that thou, omnipotent Pittander! wert ftricken with fear, and thy cheeks were wet with the dew of trepidation; and all the minifters of thy wrath, and all the Alarmites who infefted that island, began in verity to be alarmed.

And the great Windhamite did unfay the words he had uttered in the glory of his power, but no man heeded him, and no man pitied him.

For the feafon of jargon was gone and past, the reign of reafon was begun.

After this, my protector, my joy! I faw thee no more, even the Majoritites, and thofe who had found favour in thy fight, disappeared; but there was a loud outcry, with much agitation, and a terrible trampling of the hoofs of fwine.

And lo! thy people did fet themselves against the deeds that thou hadst done, and gave laud unto Charlefox, unto Sheridanezor, unto Greyhoiachim, and the oppofites.

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The multitude alfo fhouted with one accord, faying, "Glory be to Stanthopijah the good, for he likewife is our friend.

Then the Giant that stood befide me took the olive bough that was in his left hand and planted it in the earth, and it sprang up, and became a mighty tree, the branches whereof extended to the remoteft corners of the world, and the people of all nations fought refuge under its foliage.

And there was peace, and merriment, and happiness, and fraternity amongst men.

Having beheld these wonders, the vifion paffed from before mine eyes, and I found myself awake upon my couch. But O Magnificent Pittander! be not offended with thy flave, for dreams are idle fancies, which the fool alone regardeth.

The whole earth is thine, and all the inhabitants thereof; be not caft down, for thy power is for ever and ever.

Even as thou haft fworn, fo fhall it come to pafs, the liberties of mankind shall perish.

Then haften to the Holy Wood with rejoicing, and there fhall be facrifices, and banquetings, and burnt offerings.

The young maiden from Circaffia fhall gaze on thee with dove's eyes till thy fenfes faint amidst delight; fountains of wine fhall flow round thee.

And thy paths fhall be ftrewed with rofes, and myrtles, and Caffia, and rich odours.

Nor fhall my Hymns of adoration be wanting to confole thee, for evermore will I glorify thy name. [Courier.]

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MUSTAPHA.

GILES JOLLUP THE KNAVE,
AND BROWN SALLY GREEN.

A ROMANCE, BY M. G. LEWIS.

Doctor fo grave and a virgin fo bright Hob-a-nobbed in fome right marafquin: They fwallow'd the cordial with trueft delight; Giles follup the knave was just five feet in height, And four feet the brown Sally Green.

"And as," faid Giles Jollup, " to-morrow I go To phyfic a feverish land,

At fome fix-penny hop, or perhaps the mayor's fhow, You'll tumble in love with fome smart city beau, And with him fhare your fhop in the strand.”— "Lord! how can you think fo? Brown Sally Green faid; "You must know mighty little of me,

For if you be living, or if you be dead,

I fwear 'pon my honour, that none in your ftead,
Shall hufband of Sally Green be.

"And if e'er I by love or by wealth led afide,
Am falfe to Giles Jollup the knave,

God grant, that at dinner too amply suppli'd,
Over eating may give me a pain in my fide;
May your ghoft then bring rhubarb to phyfic the bride,
And fend her well dofed to the grave."-

To Jamaica the doctor now haften'd for gold;
Sally wept, till fhe blew her nofe fore.

Yet fcarce had a twelve-month elaps'd, when behold,
A brewer quite ftylifh, his gig that way roll'd,
And stopp'd it at Sally Green's door.

His barrels, his bungs, aud his brass-headed cane,
Soon made her untrue to her vows,

The Stream of fmall beer now bewilder'd her brain;
He caught her while tipfy; denials were vain;
So he carried her home as his spouse.

And now the roaft-beef had been bleffed by the priest,
To cram now the guests had begun;

Tooth and nail, like a wolf, fell the bride on the feast, Nor yet had the clafh of her knife and fork ceas'd, When a bell, ('twas the duftman's) toll'd" one." Then firft with amazement brown Sally Green found, That a ftranger was ftuck by her fide.

His cravat and his ruffles with fnuff were embrown'd; He eat not; he drank not; but turning him round, Sent fome pudding away to be fri'd.

His wig was turn'd forwards, and wort was his height; His apron was dirty to view:

The women, (Oh! wond'rous) were hufh'd at the fight, The cats as they ey'd him drew back (well they might,) For his body was pea-green and blue.

Now as all wish'd to speak, but none knew what to say,
They look'd mighty foolish and queer;

At length fpoke the lady with trembling--" I pray,
Dear fir, that your peruke afide you would lay,
And partake of fome strong or small beer.”

The bride shuts her fly trap; the ftranger complies,
And his wig from his phiz deigns to pull.
Adzooks! what a fquall Sally gave through furprize!'
Like a pig that was stuck, how the open'd her eyes,
When the recogniz'd Jollup's bare skull!

Each mifs then exclaim'd, while fhe turn'd up her fnout, "Sir your head isn't hit to be feen !"

The pot-boys ran in, and the pot-boys ran out,
And could'nt conceive what the noife was about,
While the doctor address'd Sally Green.

"Behold me, thou jilt-flirt! behold me," he cri'd,
"I'm Jollup, whom some call "the knave!"
God grant, that to punish your falfehood and pride,
You thould feel at this moment a pain in your fide;
Quick, fwallow this rhubarb! I'll phyfic the bride,
And fend her well dos'd to the grave!

Thus faying, the phyfic her throat he forc'd down,
In fpite of whate'er fhe could fay;

Then bore to his chariot the maiden fo brown,
Nor ever again was the feen in that town,
Or the doctor, who whisk'd her away.

Not long liv'd the brewer, and none fince that time
To inhabit the brewhouse prefume;

For old women fay, that by order fublime,
There Sally Green fuffers the pain of her crime,
And bawls to get out of the room.

At mid-night four times in each year does her fpright,
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With fhrieks make the chamber refound.

"I won't take the rhubarb !" the fqualls in affright, While, a cup in his left hand, a draught in his right, Giles Jollup pursues her around.

With wigs fo well powder'd, twelve doctors fo grave,
Dancing hornpipes around them are feen;

They drink chicken broth, and this horrible ftave
Is twang'd thro' each nofe, "to Giles Jollup the knave,
And his patient, the fick Sally Green!"

SIR,

MOCK-WISDOM.

EING lately at a very excellent dinner, where I regaled moft luxurioufly on a delicious dish of mock-turtle, I happened to fe next to a gentleman, who I foon discovered to be a member of that literary body called pedants: this defcription of a fcholar is one, who by means of loud vociferation, a decifive tore of voice, a small portion of knowledge, a copia verkrum of hard words, and a few other requifites, obtains in moft companies the fafcinating power of attraction; and I obferved, that this gentleman not only arrogated to himfelf a refpectable importance on the core of his erudition, but that he impreffed his audience with the fame opinion with himself, that a reclinsnes a learned man.

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The mock-turtle and the pediat diviso our attontion, and the filent refpec pad to the latter, was, ly occafionally interrupted when a paffing yout of exq.. relifh forced a panegyrick on the former. Theie two objects, thus entering the lifts of competition, introduced to my mind ideas of fimilarity between them; the pedant I confidered as exhibiting a difh of mock-wildom, as the calf's head did a dish of mock-turtle; and as the culinary art had fo managed the deception of the one that its perfection was allowed to be nearly, if not quite equal, to real turtle, fo had the literary arts managed the deception of the other, as to make the mock-wisdom appear an excellent fubftitute for genuine fenfe and learning.

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