Along the homeward path then feels his way, Lifting his brow, &c.-An allusion to the singular habit observed in all blind persons of keeping the head very erect, as if searching for the light. LODGINGS FOR SINGLE GENTLEMEN. [GEORGE COLMAN, an able and successful dramatic author, was born 21st October, 1762. His best-known works are "Broad Grins," "Poor Gentleman," and "John Bull." He died 26th October, 1836.] 1. WHO has e'er been in London, that overgrown place, Has seen "Lodgings to Let" stare him full in the face; Some are good, and let dearly; while some, 'tis well known, Are so dear, and so bad, they are best let alone. 2. Will Waddle, whose temper was studious and lonely, Hired lodgings that took single gentlemen only; 3. He entered his rooms, and to bed he retreated, But all the night long he felt fevered and heated; And though heavy to weigh, as a score of fat sheep, He was not by any means heavy to sleep. 4. Next night 'twas the same; and the next, and the next; He perspired like an ox; he was nervous and vexed; Week passed after week, till, by weekly succession, His weakly condition was past all expression. 5. In six months his acquaintance began much to doubt him; For his skin, "like a lady's loose gown," hung He sent for a doctor, and cried like a ninny: there's a guinea." 6. The doctor looked wise: "A slow fever," he said: Prescribed sudorifics and going to bed. "Sudorifics in bed," exclaimed Will, "are humbugs! I've enough of them there without paying for drugs!" 7. Will kicked out the doctor; but when ill indeed, E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed; So, calling his host, he said: "Sir, do you know, I'm the fat single gentleman six months ago? 8. "Look'e, landlord, I think," argued Will with a grin, "That with honest intentions you first took me in: But from the first night—and to say it I'm boldI've been so hanged hot, that I'm sure I caught cold." 9. Quoth the landlord: "Till now I had ne'er a dispute; I've let lodgings ten years; I'm a baker to boot; 10. "The oven!" says Will. Says the host: “Why this passion?" In that excellent bed died three people of fashion. in a taking, "Who wouldn't be crusty with half-a-year's baking?" 11. Will paid for his rooms; cried the host, with a sneer, "Well, I see you've been going away half a year.' "Friend, we can't well agree; yet no quarrel," Will said; "But I'd rather not perish while you make your bread." COLMAN. THE LAND O' THE LEAL. [CAROLINE OLIPHANT, BARONESS NAIRN, belonged to the family of the Oliphants of Gask, in Perthshire. She was born on the 16th of August, 1766; and died 27th October, 1845. She is authoress of several fugitive pieces, of which our extract is perhaps the best known.] 1. I'm wearin' awa', John, Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, John; To the land o' the leal. There's nae sorrow there, John; There's neither cauld nor care, John; The day's aye fair I' the land o' the leal. 2. Our bonny bairn's there, John; To the land o' the leal. But sorrow's sel' wears past, John— In the land o' the leal. 3. Sae dear's that joy was bought, John, That sinfu' man e'er brought To the land o' the leal. snow. no. cold. child. sore. Oh, dry your glistening e'e, John! To the land o' the leal. 4. Oh, haud ye leal and true, John ! To the land o' the leal. Now, fare-ye-weel, my ain John, eye. soul. hold. BETH GELERT. [THE HON. W. R. SPENCER, one of the brightest ornaments of the gay circles of the metropolis, was younger son of Lord Charles Spencer. He was author of some ballads and miscellaneous pieces, and published a translation of Bürger's "Leonora." He held the situation of Commissioner of Stamps, and died at Paris in 1834.] 1. THE spearmen heard the bugle sound, And cheerily smiled the morn ; And many a brach, and many a hound, 2. And still he blew a louder blast, 66 And gave a lustier cheer, Come, Gêlert, come, wert never last 3. "O where does faithful Gêlert roam, So true, so brave-a lamb at home, 4. In sooth, he was a peerless hound, But now no Gêlert could be found, 5. That day Llewelyn little loved And scant and small the booty proved, 6. Unpleased, Llewelyn homeward hied, 7. But, when he gained his castle-door, The hound all o'er was smeared with gore; 8. Llewelyn gazed with fierce surprise; His favourite checked his joyful guise, 9. Onward, in haste, Llewelyn passed, And still, where'er his eyes he cast, Fresh blood-gouts shocked his view. 10. O'erturned his infant's bed he found, With blood-stained covert rent: And all around the walls and ground With recent blood besprent. 11. He called his child-no voice replied- Blood, blood he found on every side, 12. "Hell-hound! my child's by thee devoured," The frantic father cried; And to the hilt his vengeful sword 13. Aroused by Gêlert's dying yell, |