whether he had a mind to be a member, told them, " No, gentlemen, it is impossible; you see I have a mole on my upper lip; and I am subject to talk in my sleep." censure. Public Favor. Public favor is not less capricious than private friendship. It is a bird of passage, lost as soon as found; now in the moon, perhaps; now underground. He whom the voice of the public unites to praise, the public voice will conspire to Epitaph by a man on his wife. From the French. While Harry one day was abusing the sex, As things that in courtship but studied to vex, And in marriage but sought to enthrall 'Never mind him,' says Kate-' 't is a family whim— His father agreed so exactly with him, EPIGRAM ON SOPHOCLES. From the Greek. STILL round the tomb of Sophocles divine SELCTED POETRY. PORTUGUESE HYMN TO THE VIRGIN MARY, "the Star of the Sea." BY JOHN LEYDEN. STAR of the wide and pathless sea, We hang, within thy holy, shrine; We called no other name but thine, Ave Maris Stella! Star of the vast and howling main, When dark and lone is all the sky, And mountain-waves o'er ocean's plain, Erect their stormy heads on high: When virgins for their true loves sigh, They raise their weeping eyes to thee; The star of ocean heeds their cry, And saves the foundering bark at sea. Ave Maris Stella! Star of the dark and stormy sea, When wrecking tempests round us rave, Thy gentle virgin form we see Bright rising o'er the hoary wave. The howling storms that seem to crave Their victims, sink in music sweet; The surging seas recede to pave The path beneath thy glistening feet. Ave Maris Stella! Star of the desart waters wild, On that chaste bosom loves to lie; While soft the chorus of the sky Their hymns of tender mercy sing, And angel voices name on high, The mother of the heavenly King. Ave Maris Stella! Star of the deep! at that blest name That made the deep's foundation reel ; Ave Maris Stella! Star of the mild and placid seas, Whom rainbow rays of mercy crown, O'er all that to the depths go down, Ave Maris Stella ! Star of the deep! when angel's lyres To mingle in the mighty lay! Mother of God! one living ray Of hope our grateful bosoms fires, When storms and tempests pass away, To join the bright immortal quires. Ave Maris Stella! The blythest bird quits fairest bowers, And blooming spring time's boniest flowers, EPIGRAM, (From the Greek) attributed to the emperor Trajan, and said to be made upon one of his courtiers. WITH your mouth on a gape, if you'd but place your nose Oppos'd to the sun for a trial, As on your huge grinders its shadow it throws, EPIGRAM. Anecdote of Bonnel Thornton versified. M. W. And winds it up thus, with more home application : "O you'll shorten your days by these sinful delights." "True," Bonnel replied, "but I'll lengthen my nights." M. W. MR. EDITOR, Enclosed are versifications of four articles from the "Budget of Wit," which, with three or four others in reserve, are very much at your service. Yours, INDOLENCE. Friends of the Union. AMONGST the men, what dire divisions rise! Miss Flint. "THERE goes the beautiful Miss Flint, Pray, who is he?"" It is, no doubt, EPIGRAMS. Thelwall's Repartee. WHEN Thelwall was tried for high breach of the laws, "If you do, you'll be hanged," muttered Erskine, "that's true." Quick Thelwall replied, "I'll be hanged if I do." The Chaplain's Toast. LORD Clive had invited a party to dine; The cloth was removed, and round went the wine : Mirth and wit ruled the hours, when the good humored host From the chaplain, in turn, requested a toast. The parson, embarrassed, exclaiming to Clive, "Alas! and alack-a-day! what shall I give ?" Clive, filling his glass, cried, "A fine toast I think it ; 'A LASS, and a LACK* a-day !—who would not drink it ?” * A lack of rupees is £100,000 sterling. |