By pangs that can't reach you-and blisses that can— And, oh! by your ultimate hope of a man,

Affectionate, tender, and constant-and true;

Give me all your grave councils-say, what should

I DO?

Tho' 'tis settled already :-oh, pardon my folly,
And believe me 'till death, your affectionate

DOLLY.

LETTER X.

FROM ACERBUS SKETCH, ESQ. TO

Boarding House, Cheltenham, 1820.

NOT for the richest, rarest gem
Of Stamboul's gorgeous diadem,
Not for the brightest leaf that glows
Around the critic's laurell'd brows,
Would I, with heart of frozen snow,
Or soul unwarmed by pity's glow,
Disturb, in sorrow's sacred gloom
The mother mourning o'er the tomb!
Beneath whose earthly shade reposes
A spirit pure as life discloses,

And gentle form as e'er was laid
By death within the narrow bed,”
No, A-LL-N, let no sound assail
Thy timid ear-but some sweet gale,
Mild as the soothing voice of Eve,
Poured in soft sighs o'er those that grieve.
Dread not that censure's withering breath
Shall blight your mournful cypress wreath,
Whilst gushing from your feeling heart
The bitter drops of anguish start,-
Shed for that loved and gentle one,

To her last peaceful slumber gone

No-lady! No-weep on, weep on,

Like the lone flower, grief's vigil keeping,

That sinks in tears, as sinks the sun,

And with him rises weeping!—

But lo! where comes with gentle mien

The charm and grace of every scene,

The good, kind Lady F

Delights that solace to impart

whose heart

Which friendship's zeal alone can pour
Into those wounds that baffle cure ;"-
Blest with most unassumed urbanity,
And free from all of earthly vanity,
See her in fashion's orb appear,
As in her own peculiar sphere:
Whilst every gesture, every feature,
Reflects her inmost soul's good-nature—

A heart to feel for others' woe-
A voice sweet solace to bestow,
A mind with more than learning stored,
Peace and good-will in every word,
The favoured, fond and faithful wife,
The blessing and the grace of life!
Oh, F-LK-R! gladly would my song
Your spirit's well won praise prolong,
Did I not fear even praise would pain
A soul so pure, so free from stain!

And see to chase away the beam Of rapture waked by such a theme,

The gallant chieftain of the North

Comes with most wayward impulse* forth

Ingenious, humourous and proud,†

The "whim-inspired," the good M▬▬d—
Famous amongst the author-tribe,+

An indefatigable scribe

But far more famous, far more known,
To all his brethren of the Ton,

Great with the great-but condescending,
Like his loved Prince-to all men lending
His best and warmest services:

Himself and his own rights alone,

*Ceux qui le connoissent savent qu'il est impossible d'etre plus etranger à toute espèce du calcul; ses actions sont toujours l'effet d'un mouvement spontane: il comprend les choses et les hommes par une inspiration soudaine, et l'eclair plus encore que le jour, semble lui servir de guide." DE STAEL.

"An ingenious person, but proud and humourous.”

WOOD's character of Henry Vaughan.

"This gentleman was famous as any in his age for indifferent metre; but his acquaintance with the nobility was more than with the muses."- LANGBAINE's character of R. Fleckno.