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“ No hope can Aravine have now
Pawlitski's wife to prove; For duty has impos'd a vow Which tears ine from
love. My father saw my tears unmov'd, He seiz'd my trembling hand: With stern authority reprov'd,
And laid his dread command. « Betrothed to your deadly foe
Your Aravine now stands!
Or loose those hated bands.
I'll to my vow prove true ;
From joỳ, from love, and you."
In senseless swoon the fell:
And bade a long farewell.
Her miserable doom:
To midnight's blackel glooin,
He heard the waters roar :
And saw the distant shore.
The frantic lover said: :46 Your glossy stream thall be my bier,
Your bank shall be my bed,"
Thou didst thy charge resign?
The beauteous Aravine?
Thou fly'st too late the wretch to save,
The deadly fin is done :
His mortal race is run.
His friends are gather'd near:
Nor spare the sacred bier. “ He must not rest in holy ground,”
Each boor in fury cried,
And by his own act died.”
No honours grac'd the grave,
Wathes with purest wave.
Stones on his corpse they flung:
No requiem was sung.
To snatch his soul away;
And for his soul did pray.
(The Holy Virgin too,)
The fiends of hell withdrew.
To expiate his crime,
And grieve th' appointed time.
His ghost is often feen,
The words of Aravine;
Or frantic calls upon his love,
With wild despair possess'd;
Shall bid his spirit reft.
IMPROMPTU ON THE DISGRACEFUL EXHIBITION OF LORD NELSON'S
REMAINS IN ST. PAUL'S CATHEDRAL. 'T"
TS faid, " a living dog exceeds
A lion dead ;' hut they say no
of the cathedral raree-Show !!!
(Where gain is ne'er esteem'd a fault,) How much will add to
The City will your triumphs spread,
To make a Jhow of you when dead !!!
With terror his enemies filling;
S. D. W.
THE WEATHERCOCK.--Nó. 1.
[From the Oracle.]
Honi soit qui mal y pense. WHO
THO does not regard the Weathercock ?-It is
aftonilhing how much the world is inåuenced by the Weathercock !_Travellers, and those who stay at
home ; voyagers, and those who never saw the ocean all, all gaze at ihe Weather cock !-Now, of what does a Weather cock confift?
“ By throwing up a straw, one may easily see which way the wind fits"-says the learned Selden:
:ergo, a straw is a Weathercock.
Well! wonders will never cease! The Great Na. tion, after murdering some millions of people to esta. blith a republic, have renounced republicanism, and bend the neck and the knee to a self-elected despot. The Great Nation is a national Wealbercock! You know Mr.
?"" O yes, very well : he is a most violent patriet."-" He was, but he has veered about, and has a place : are not all patriots Wiathercocks ?"-" You mean, when they can get places.”—“ Or penfions.”—“Lord, Sir! what is a place without a pension :"-" True! I cry you mercy: a place without a pension, is a Weathercock without wind.”—Yes, patriots are political Weathercocks.
A top in the pan,” says George Alexander Stevens, “ is a very serious thing."-So is a Weathercock. I much wonder why the learned have not been more elaborate on this important subject. But the learned cannot think of every thing.
The Church!--the Ro;.! Exchange!--my Lord's fiable—and the 'Squire's summer-house-Sir, there is no end of the exhibition of the Weaticcrcock: I mean the Weathercock artificial. And then as to the exhibition of the natural Weathercock, male and female, it is without number: why, every man you eiteem, every woman you admire-a puf of ambition turns one; a puff of vanity whirls the other.-Come, now, I will adduce wonderful and striking instances.
And fift, I will begin with the Earl of ****: no, in compliment to the fex, I will begin with the Countess
No, no!--fair and softly I must first tell you who was the Inventor of the Weathercock.
And so you really do not know who was the artist that first stuck up a Weathercock? I suspected as much; for it is aftonishing how ignorant people are of the origin of cocks. I suppose you know as much of a Weather cock as of a sisuttlecock. Morally considered, they are both well worthy of investigation.
I thall not fail hereafter to give you a very profound dissertation on the shuttlecock.
Indeed, froin the most recondite inquiry and laborious research, I have discovered that an infinity of philosophical ideas are couched under every word in the English language, terminating with ck. Nay, the word philofophick itself is an instance-I mean, accord. ing to that legitimate lexicographer, Doctor Samuel Johnson; for, as to your puny whipsters, who dock so many words of the k, I cannot put their authority in competition with that of the aforesaid Doctor : indeed, they have no authority to do any such thing
“ But-ihe Inventor of Weathercocks?" Have patience, Madam. Rome was not built in a day; and I must take another day to make you as wise as myself.
THE WEATHERCOCK-No. II. “ The ear is never tired of his praise."! SHAKSPEARE. IT T is very well known, thai, even in this variable
climate, the Weathercock will continue at one point a considerable time ;--from minutes to hours, from hours to days. We are more particularly sensible of this when the wind blows from the east,
76 neither good for man nor beast.” And it is just as well known, that the fair creatures whom we all adore,