I CHEAP COMPOSITION:-A BULL. YESTERDAY met my friend Pat in the fquare, His hands in his pockets-his eyes in the air. "What d'ye think of," fays I," as you faunter along?""I'm not thinking at all; faith, I'm writing a fong.' "Oh, then," I replied, "if 't is ufelefs to think, He that writes without thought faves paper and ink.". "Yes, the words and the tune both I catch as they come ; For the cheap way of writing," fays he, "is to hum." LOPE DE VEGA. L ORD Holland has just published an Account of the Life and Writings of Lope Felix de Vega Carpio, the celebrated Spanish poet. It is interfperfed with fpecimens of the ftyle and manner of Lope, which his Lordship has very happily tranflated. The following is a fhort paffage, taken, as is ftated, at random, from a comedy of little celebrity. LET no one fay that there is need Ah no! the love that kills indeed The fpark which but by flow degrees Is habit, friendship, what you please ; For love to be completely true, To write, to figh, and to converfe, Love, Love, all at once, fhould from the earth He is no love at all. A THE BUSINESS OF A WEEK. YOUNG wag who was on a vifit about fifty miles from town, being in want of a remittance, wrote the following whimsical letter: "DEAR FATHER, "I write to you this day, which is Monday, and mean to fend it by the meffenger who goes from hence to-morrow, Tuesday; he will be in London by Wednefday, and you'll receive my letter on Thursday.You'll pleafe to let me have fome money by Friday; if not, I fhall quit this place on Saturday, and be with you on Sunday." TO MY ARM CHAIR. [From the Oracle.] THOU lov'd companion of my lonely hours, Lull'd in thine arms, I taste a pleasing calm ; To brighter fcenes excurfive fancy flies, As peeps the pars'nage from the fhelt'ring fhade. The laugh, the jeft, the fleeting hours beguile, While heav'nly mufic's foft'ning charms combine Not AS Not with one wifh Imagination burns O'er proud Ambition's flippery paths to roam, No drowsy dulnefs o'er the powers of mind I weave the verfe, and woo the playful Mufe. Borne on her wing, 'mid fairy climes I ვი, And balmy spring's ambrofial breeze inhale. If fuch the calm, when blefs'd with thee. I share- No; o'er his head though Parian columns rife, CASIMIR. THE CONTENTED IRISHMAN. S Pat and companion were rambling together One morning, from Wexford, in bitter cold weather, His poor fhiv'ring friend oft with envy would note Every one that pafs'd by, in warm doublet or coat; "By my confcience," fays Pat, "I don't envy at all The fine clothes, that fo warm and fo comely you call; The good in our garments, so tatter'd and old, Is-they'll let in the heat, and they 'll let out the cold.” FORTUNEL FORTUNE; OR IMPRUDENCE. DEDICATED TO MANKIND IN GENERAL. BY OLD NICK. Nullum numen abeft, fi fit prudentia,-JUVEN. ON edge of-rock, by fleep opprefs'd, APPLICATION. Thus many ills we fortune name, FROM AUSONIUS. TRANSLATION. HAPPY, when I fee thine eyes, Where love in beauteous foftness lies! A Demi-god, when from thy lip LINES WRITTEN BY A GENTLEMAN WHO HAD MARRIED THREE WIVES. THOUGH marriage by moft folks be reckon❜d a curse, The firft for her perfon, the next for her purse, 14.90 THE A THE WEST. BY MR. MOORE. BEAM of tranquillity fmil'd in the Weft, The ftorms of the morning purfu'd us no more, And the wave, while it welcom❜d the moment of rest, Still heav'd, as remembering ills that were o'er! Serenely my heart took the hue of the hour, Its paffions were fleeping, were mute as the dead; I felt, how the pure intellectual fire How foon, in the lavishing cup of defire, ! And I pray'd of that Spirit who lighted the flame, I look'd to the Weft, and the beautiful sky Which morning had clouded, was clouded no more"Oh! thus," I exclaim'd, " can a heavenly eye Shed light on the foul that was darken'd before!". NEW-LAID EGGS. Α N Irishman having arrived from Dublin at the house of a refpectable merchant in the Borough, and having left Ireland three weeks before, and brought |