With folded arms Napoleon stood, Address'd the stranger : "Rash man, that wouldst yon Channel pass "I have no sweetheart," said the lad; "And so thou shalt," Napoleon said, "Ye've both my favor fairly won; A noble mother must have bred So brave a son." He gave the tar a piece of gold, And, with a flag of truce, commanded He should be shipp'd to England Old, And safely landed. Our sailor oft could scantly shift To find a dinner, plain and hearty: But never changed the coin and gift Of Bonaparté. THE JILTED NYMPH. A SONG, T THE SCOTCH TUNE OF "WOO'D AND MARRIED AND A'. I'm jilted, forsaken, outwitted; Yet think not I'll whimper or brawl The lass is alone to be pitied Who ne'er has been courted at all: Never by great or small, Woo'd or jilted at all; Oh, how unhappy's the lass Who has never been courted at all! My brother call'd out the dear faithless, In fits I was ready to fall, Till I found a policeman who, scatheless, Swore them both to the peace at Guildhall ; Seized them, seconds and all Pistols, powder and ball; I wish'd him to die my devoted, But not in a duel to sprawl. What though at my heart he has tilted, What though I have met with a fall? Better be courted and jilted, Than never be courted at all. Woo'd and jilted and all, Still I will dance at the ball; And waltz and quadrille But lately I've met with a suitor, That I'm woo'd, and married and all; What greater bliss can befall? And you all shall partake of my bridal cake, When I'm woo'd and married, and all. BENLOMOND. HADST thou a genius on thy peak, Thy long duration makes our lives Temples and towers thou'st seen begun, New creeds, new conquerors' sway; And, like their shadows in the sun, Thy steadfast summit, heaven-allied, Looks down, a Mentor on the pride THE PARROT. A DOMESTIC ANECDOTE. The following incident, so strongly illustrating the power of memory and association in the lower animals, is not a fiction. I heard it many years ago in the Island of Mull, from the family to whom the bird belonged. THE deep affections of the breast, By human hearts. A parrot, from the Spanish Main, Full young, and early caged, came o'er To spicy groves where he had won His plumage of resplendent hue, For these he changed the smoke of turf, His golden eye. But, petted, in our climate cold He lived and chatter'd many a day; At last, when blind and seeming dumb, He hail'd the bird in Spanish speech, ON GETTING HOME THE PORTRAIT OF A FEMALE CHILD, SIX YEARS OLD. PAINTED BY EUGENIO LATILLA. TYPE of the Cherubim above, Come, live with me, and be my love! |