Part 4

But on the face he look'd not Which once his star had been: To every form his glance was turn'd, Save of the breathless queen; Though something, won from the grare's embrace, Of her beauty still was there, Its hues were all of that shadowy place, 'Twas not for _him_ to bear.

Alas! the crown, the sceptre, The treasures of the earth, And the priceless love that pour'd those gifts, Alike of wasted worth! The rites are closed--bear back the Dead Unto the chamber deep, Lay down again the royal head, Dust with the dust to sleep.

There is music on the midnight-- A requiem sad and slow. As the mourners through the sounding aisle In dark procession go, And the ring of state, and the starry crown, And all the rich array, Are borne to the house of silence down, With her, that queen of clay.

And tearlessly and firmly, King Pedro led the train-- But his face was wrapt in his folding robe, When they lower'd the dust again. --'Tis hush'd at last, the tomb above, Hymns die, and steps depart: Who call'd thee strong as Death, O Love? _Mightier_ thou wert and art!

_New Monthly Magazine._

[7] Don Pedro of Portugal, after his accession to the kingdom, had the body of the murdered Inez taken from the grave, solemnly enthroned and crowned.

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ART THOU THE MAID?

Art thou the maid from whose blue eye Mine drank such deep delight? Was thine that voice of melody Which charm'd the silent night?

I fain would think thou art not she Who hung upon mine arm, When love was yet a mystery, A sweet, resistless charm.

It seemed to me as though the spell On both alike were cast; I prayed but in thy sight to dwell, For thee, to breathe my last.

Mine inmost secret soul was thine, Thou wert enthroned therein, Like sculptured saint in holy shrine, All free from guile and sin.

And, heaven forgive! I did adore With more than pilgrim's zeal; And then thy smile----But oh! no more! No more may I reveal.

Enough--we're parted----Both must own The accursed power of gold. I wander through the world _alone_; _Thou_ hast been bought and sold.

_Blackwood's Magazine._

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It would be a very pleasant thing, if literary productions could be submitted to something like chemical analysis,--if we could separate the merit of a book, as we can the magnesia of Epsom salts, by a simple practical application of the doctrine of affinities.

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THE GATHERER

A snapper up of unconsidered trifles.

SHAKSPEARE.

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A GOOD FELLOW.

The secretary of a literary society being requested to draw up "_a definition of a good fellow_," applied to the members of the club, individually, for such hints as they could furnish, when, he received the following:--

Mr. _Golightly_.--A good fellow is one who rides blood horses, drives four-in-hand, speaks when he's spoken to, sings when he's asked, always turns his back on a dun, and never on a friend.

Mr. _Le Blanc_.--A good fellow is one who studies deep, reads trigonometry, and burns love songs; has a most cordial aversion for dancing and D'Egville, and would rather encounter a cannon than a fancy ball.

Hon. _G. Montgomery_.--A good fellow is one who abhors moralists and mathematics, and adores the classics and Caroline Mowbray.

Sir _T. Wentworth_.--A good fellow is one who attends the Fox-dinners, who goes to the Indies to purchase independence, and would rather encounter a buffalo than a boroughmonger.

Mr. _M. Sterling_.--A good fellow is a good neighbour, a good citizen, a good relation; in short, a good man.

Mr. _M. Farlane_.--A good fellow is a bonnie braw John Hielandman.

Mr. _O'Connor_.--A good fellow is one who talks loud and swears louder; cares little about learning, and less about his neckcloth; loves whiskey, patronizes bargemen, and wears nails in his shoes.

Mr. _Musgrave_.--A good fellow is prime--flash--and bang-up.

Mr. _Burton_.--A good fellow is one who knows "what's what," keeps accounts, and studies Cocker.

Mr. _Rowley_.--A good fellow likes turtle and cold punch, drinks Port when he can't get Champagne, and dines on mutton with Sir Robert, when he can't get venison at my lord's.

Mr. _Lozell_.--A good fellow is something compounded of the preceding.

Mr. _Oakley_.--A good fellow is something perfectly different from the preceding,--or Mr. Oakley is an ass.

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MERCHANT TAILORS' SCHOOL.

At Merchant Tailors' School, what time Old Bishop held the rod, The boys rehearsed the old man's rhyme Whilst he would smile and nod.

Apart I view'd a little child Who join'd not in the game: His face was what mammas call mild And fathers dull and tame.

Pitying the boy, I thus address'd The pedagogue of verse-- "Why doth he not, Sir, like the rest, Your epigrams rehearse?"

"Sir!" answered thus the aged man, "He's not in Nature's debt; His ears so tight are seal'd, he can- Not learn his alphabet."

"Why not?" I cried:--whereat to me He spoke in minor clef-- "He cannot learn his A, B, C, Because he's D, E, F."

_New Monthly Magazine._

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ROYAL LEARNING.

The king of Persia made many inquiries of Sir Harford Jones respecting America, saying, "What sort of a place is it? How do you get at it? Is it underground, or how?"

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COMPLIMENT MAL-APROPOS.

Napoleon was once present at the performance of one of Pasiello's operas, in which was introduced an air by Cimarosa. Pasiello was in the box with the emperor, and received many compliments during the evening. At length, when the air by Cimarosa was played, the emperor turned round, and taking Pasiello by the hand, exclaimed, "By my faith, my friend, the man who has composed that air, may proclaim himself the greatest composer in Europe." "It is Cimarosa's," feebly articulated Pasiello. "I am sorry for it; but I cannot recall what I have said."

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A gentleman taking an apartment, said to the landlady, "I assure you, madam, I never left a lodging but my landlady shed tears." She answered, "I hope it was not, Sir, because you went away without paying."

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LOMBIRD'S EDITION OF THE _Following Novels are already Published:_

_s_ _d_ Mackenzie's Man of Feeling . . . . . . 0 6 Paul and Virginia. . . . . . . . . . . 0 6 The Castle of Otranto. . . . . . . . . 0 6 Almoran and Hamet. . . . . . . . . . . 0 6 Elizabeth, or the Exiles of Siberia. . 0 6 The Castles of Athlin and Dunbayne . . 0 6 Rasselas . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 0 8 The Old English Baron. . . . . . . . . 0 8 Nature and Art . . . . . . . . . . . . 0 8 Goldsmith's Vicar of Wakefield . . . . 0 10 Sicilian Romance . . . . . . . . . . . 1 0 The Man of the World . . . . . . . . . 1 0 A Simple Story . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 4 Joseph Andrews . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 6 Humphry Clinker. . . . . . . . . . . . 1 8 The Romance of the Forest. . . . . . . 1 8 The Italian. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 0 Zeluce, by Dr. Moore . . . . . . . . . 2 6 Edward, by Dr. Moore . . . . . . . . . 2 0 Roderick Random. . . . . . . . . . . . 2 6 The Mysteries of Udo'pho . . . . . . . 3 6