With thorough bass, too, on the plan of Logier.
In drawing in pencil, in chalks, and the tinting
That's called Oriental, she must not be stint in;
She must paint upon paper, and satin, and velvet;
And if she knows gilding, she'll not need to shelve it.
Dancing, of course, with the newest gambades,
The Polish mazurka, and best gallopades;
Arithmetic, history, joined with chronology,
Heraldry, botany, writing, conchology,
Grammar, and satin-stitch, netting, geography,
Astronomy, use of the globes, cosmography,
"Twas also as well she could be calisthenical,
That her charges' young limbs may be pliant to any call.
Their health, play, and studies, and moral condition,
Must be superintended without intermission :
At home, she must all habits check that disparage,
And when they go out must attend to their carriage.
Her faith must be orthodox-temper most pliable-
Health good-and reference quite undeniable.
These are the principal matters. Au reste,
Address, Bury Street, Mrs. General Peste.
As the salary's moderate, none need apply
Who more on that point than on comfort rely.
CHLOE, a maid at fifty-five,
Was at her toilette dressing:
Her waiting maid, with iron hot,
Each paper-curl was pressing.
The looking-glass her eyes engross,
While Betty hummed a ditty;
She gazed so much upon her face,
She really thought it pretty.
Her painted cheeks and pencilled brows
She could not but approve;
Her thoughts on various subjects turned,
At length they fixed on love.
Forbid it, Love!" She scarce had spoke,
When Cupid laid a trap;
For at the chamber-door was heard
A soft and gentle rap.
Cried Betty," Who is at the door?”
"Ay tell," quoth Chloe, "true"
When straight a tender voice replied,
"Dear ma'am, I dye for you."
"What's that!" she said, “O Betty, say!
A man! and die for me!
And can I see the youth expire-
Oh, no!-it must not be.
"Haste, Betty-open quick the door;"
"Tis done; and, lo! to view,
A little man with bundle stood,
In sleeves and apron blue.
"Ye powers!" cried Chloe, "what is this?
What vision do I see?
Is this the man, O mighty Love-
The man that dies for me ?"
"Yes ma'am ; your ladyship is right,”
The figure straight replied;
"And hard for me it would have been
If I had never dyed.
"La! ma'am, you must have heard of me, Although I'm no highflyer;
I live just by at No. 1,
""Twas I, ma'am, Betty there employed
To dye your lustring gown;
And I not only dye for you,
But dye for all the town."
DR. JOHNSON'S GHOST TO MRS. PIOZZI.
"The following poem appeared immediately after the publication of Mrs. Piozzi's book of Johnsonian Gossip. Being merely an ephemeral piece, it seems to have been thrown aside, as soon as the personal interest of the subject expired. But it is too good to be lost; and we considered ourselves fortunate in being enabled to recover a copy of it. The original was embellished with a curious print, representing Dr. Johnson's ghost addressing Mrs. Piozzi very solemnly, with a purse dangling in its hand."-BELL.
MADAM, my debt to Nature paid,
I thought the grave with hallowed shade,
Would now protect my name;
Yet there in vain I seek repose,
My friends each little fault disclose,
And murder Johnson's fame.
First Boswell, with officious care,
Showed me as men would show a bear,
And called himself my friend!
Sir John with nonsense strewed my hearse,
And Courtney pestered me with verse;
You torture without end.
When Streatham spread its plenteous board,
I opened learning's valued hoard,
And as I feasted prosed;
Good things I said, good things I eat,
I gave you knowledge for your meat,
And thought the account was closed.
If obligations still I owed,
You sold each item to the crowd,-
I suffered by the tale;
I pray you, madam, let me rest,
Nor longer vex your quondam guest,
I'll pay you for your ale.
DEEP! I own I start at shadows,
Listen, I will tell you why
(Life itself is but a taper,
Casting shadows till we die).
Once in Italy, at Florence,
I a radiant girl adored;
When she came, she saw, she conquered,
And by Cupid I was floored.
Round my heart her glossy ringlets
Were mysteriously entwined-
And her soft, sweet, loving glances
All my inmost thoughts divined.
"Mia cara Mandolina!
Are we not, indeed!" I cried,
"All the world to one another ?"
Mandolina smiled and sighed.
Earth was Eden, she an angel,
I a Jupiter enshrined—
Till one night I saw an odious
Double shadow on her blind!
"Fire and fury! double shadows
On their bedroom windows ne'er,
To my knowledge have been cast by
Ladies virtuous and fair.
"False, abandoned Mandolina!
Fare thee well for evermore!
Vengeance," shrieked I, " vengeance, vengeance!"
And I thundered through the door.
THE dust flies fast through the murky air,
The sun shines fierce with a lurid glare;
Where shall we fly to avoid the heat-
Where, oh where! drag our weary feet?
Where shall we lay the suffering head,
To shield ourselves from the rays so red?
This dust, this dust, this horrid dust,
"Twill choke us some day-it will and must.
When care or sorrow oppress the heart,
And its tendrils keen with anguish start,
Away-far away-let us swiftly flee
From the town in its depths of infamy-
Hiding ourselves in some shadowy nook,
With pencil to sketch, or pleasant book-
A "wee-tappit hen" from which to quaff
In foaming tankards shandy-gaff.
In some sylvan glade, by the Yarra's side,
Let us stretch our limbs in the fierce noontide,
Musing on days that are long gone by,
Ere we left our homes with purpose high-
Ere yet unravelled was Life's dark skein,
With its hope and sorrow, its joy and pain-
Mournful, we think of the friends afar,
And treat ourselves to a mild cigar.
There's one sweet face, with a laughing eye,
For ever pushes those fancies by;
There's a sunlit smile remembered well
As first on our vision its gladness fell-
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