No doubt I've been off in a technical doze, With the song of the bulbul, the scent of the rose,— * Time was, when enamoured of tropical waterscapes, the writer ignorantly penned the following lines ; Sunrise and sunset! ye are glorious things All round the world, here exquisitely so; With "magic tints,"- -to watch when darkness flings Shade after shade on glory,—you must go To sea to see it But it is not so-Science can introduce an Atlantic dawn into a back attick in Lower Fogbury, or anywhere, at the very noon of night! † And visit, for mesmeric research, the philosopher mentioned in the unpublished Life and Adventures of Jack Tar ; He knew a Pennsylvania-man, All this was involved in my plan, and some more, Common places, and things any thing but emphatic,* Or a hybrid between them-a bi-footed mule; By the same mode of transit, that others might go Or Her Majesty's Palace at Pimlico! (Not as did the Boy Jones, Who went in flesh and bones; For the personal vagabond, missing his way, There's one disadvantage, a little drawback, For-in its normal state "There's very little landscape in a garret." Peter Pindar. Aerial coaches will shortly be out, What an age do we live in for going a-head! The ancients -Nil nisi -'Tis well they are dead. |