Found lying, with a livid scorch, "Well done!" a laughing goblin said, REMONSTRANCE. After a conversation with L-d J—— R- WHAT! thou, with thy genius, thy youth, and thy name- Whose nobility comes to thee, stamp'd with a seal, Far, far more ennobling than monarch e'er set; With the blood of thy race offer'd up for the weal Of a nation that swears by that martyrdom yet! Shalt thou be faint-hearted and turn from the strife, From the mighty arena where all that is grand, And devoted, and pure, and adorning in life, Is for high-thoughted spirits, like thine, to command? Oh no, never dream it—while good men despair Between tyrants and traitors, and timid men bow, Never think, for an instant, thy country can spare Such a light from her dark'ning horizon as thou! With a spirit as meek as the gentlest of those Who in life's sunny valley lie shelter'd and warm, Yet bold and heroic as ever yet rose To the top cliffs of Fortune, and breasted her storm; With an ardour for liberty, fresh as, in youth, It first kindles the bard and gives life to his lyre ; Yet mellow'd, even now, by that mildness of truth Which tempers, but chills not, the patriot fire; With an eloquence-not like those rills from a height, Which sparkle, and foam, and in vapour are o'er; But a current that works out its way into light Through the filtering recesses of thought and of lore. Thus gifted, thou never canst sleep in the shade; And the charms of thy cause have not power to persuade, Yet think how to freedom thou'rt pledged by thy name. Like the boughs of that laurel, by Delphi's decree, apart for the fane and its service divine, Set All the branches that spring from the old Russell tree, Are by Liberty claim'd for the use of her shrine. EPITAPH ON A LAWYER. HERE lies a lawyer-one whose mind As if, in short, a man would quite Throw time away, who tried to let in a Decent portion of God's light On lawyer's mind or pussy's retina. Hence, when he took to politics, As a refreshing change of evil, Unfit with grand affairs to mix His little Nisi-Prius tricks, Like imps at bo-peep, play'd the devil; And proved that when a small law wit Of statesmanship attempts the trial, 'Tis like a player on the kit Put all at once to a bass viol. Nay, even when honest (which he could A client thief at the Old Bailey. But-do him justice-short and rare His wish through honest paths to roam; Born with a taste for the unfair, Where falsehood call'd, he still was there, And when least honest most at home. Thus, shuffling, bullying, lying, creeping, MY BIRTH-DAY. "My birth-day!"-What a different sound When first our scanty years are told, That time around him binds so fast, Vain was the man, and false as vain, *FONTENELLE." Si je recommençais ma carrière, je ferais tout ce que j'ai fait." |