-The little charmer, to my view Her pouting mouth was Cupid's bow: "I know you love me, Mister Grey;' They well distinguish fawning art And so she flirted, like a true, Oh, beauteous, interesting child! Why asked I not thy home and name? My courage failed me -more's the shame. But where abides this jewel rare? Oh, ye that own her, tell me where! TO THE UNITED STATES OF NORTH AMERICA. UNITED STATES, your banner wears Alas, the other that it bears Your standard's constellation types THE LAUNCH OF A FIRST-RATE. WRITTEN ON WITNESSING THE SPECTACLE. ENGLAND hails thee with emotion, Heaven resounds thy welcome! Ocean Giant oaks of bold expansion O'er seven hundred acres fell, All to build thy noble mansion, Where our hearts of oak shall dwell. 'Midst those trees the wild deer bounded, Ages long ere we were born, And our great-grandfathers sounded Oaks that living did inherit Grandeur from our earth and sky, Still robust, the native spirit. In your timbers shall not die. Ship to shine in martial story, Thou shalt cleave the ocean's path, Foes shall crowd their sails and fly thee, Fallant bark! thy pomp and beauty EPISTLE FROM ALGIERS. TO HORACE SMITH. DEAR HORACE! be melted to tears, For I'm melting with heat as I rhyme; Though the name of this place is All-jeers, 'Tis no joke to fall in with its clime. With a shaver from France who came o'er, To an African inn I ascend; I am cast on a barbarous shore, Where a barber alone is my friend. Do you ask me the sights and the news Alas! my hotel has its mews, But no muse of the Helicon's spring. My windows afford me the sight Here are groups for the painter to take, And the Frenchman disguised in his wine. In his breeches of petticoat size You may say as the Mussulman goes, That his garb is a fair compromise "Twixt a kilt and a pair of small clothes. ་ The Mooresses, shrouded in white, Save two holes for their eyes to give room, Seem like corpses in sport or in spite That have slyly whipped out of their tomb. On board the vessel from Marseilles to Algiers I met with a fellow. passenger, whom I supposed to be a physician, from his dress and man. ners, and the attentions which he paid me to alleviate the sufferings of my sea-sickness. He turned out to be a perruquier and barber in Algeria- but his vocation did not lower him in my estimation-for he continued his attentions till he passed my baggage through the customs, and helped me, when half dead with exhaustation, to the best hotel. ↑ A mantle worn by the natives. The old Jewish dames make me sick : Such hags should not mount a broom-stick But hipped and undined as I am, My hippogriff's course I must rein, For the pain of my thirst is no sham, Though I'm bawling aloud for champagne. Dinner's brought; but the wines have no pith; They are flat as the statutes at law; And for all that they bring me, dear Smith! O'er each French trashy dish as I bend, And the round tears, O England! descend Yes, my soul sentimentally craves British beer! Hail, Britannia, hail! Yet I own, in this hour of my drought, There are melons, too, luscious and great, Horrid pun! you'll exclaim; but be calm, I will palm no more puns upon you. |