A Prophecy. Buyck. "Friede, ihr Herren! Muss der Soldat Friede rufen? Nun da ihr von uns nichts hören wollt, nun bringt auch eure Gesund heit aus, eine bürgerliche Gesundheit. Tetter. Dazu sind wir bereit! Sicherheit und Ruhe! Soëst. Ordnung und Freiheit! Buyck. Brav! das sind auch wir zufrieden. Alle. Sicherheit und Ruhe! Ordnung und Freiheit!" GOETHE'S Egmont. "No more shall nation against nation rise, POPE's Messiah. RARE mid the Nations is the Prophet-Seer, Shall be, and babes smile when of it they hear. The Beast's-mark brands the War-God's brow, unclean As the foul murder-shrines of Mexico: Cleft is his shield, for all the heraldic gilt On Human Progress. "L'age d'or, qu'une aveugle tradition a placé jusqu'ici dans le passé, est devant nous."-ST. SIMON. "Say not thou, What is the cause that the former days were better than these; for thou dost not inquire wisely concerning the same." Eccl. vii. 10. How often hath the Poet's story told Of three great epochs of the human mind, 'Tis false. In everything the immortal mind So breaks the silvery dawn from iron night Buttery. "You shall have ale: I'll give you cheer in bowls." Scornful Lady: BEAUMONT and FLETCHER. FILL high the tankard; crown the silver bowl : Of drowning youths saved from a watery grave. [At one o'clock, all the lectures for the day concluded, and there was then a pretty general rush to the buttery, for bread and cheese, and beer. The character I have introduced into this Sonnet deserves a word. He was an old man, a servant of the Humane Society, stationed on the river, for the prevention of accidents. His punt was filled with horrid-looking implements-the drags, hooks, &c., of his calling. Many a skiffer, like myself, used to linger on our way to Iffley or Sandford, while the old man, pushing his punt alongside, related wonderful tales of "perils by flood," if not by field. He was always armed with a scrap of paper and a pencil, ready to receive a "buttery order." His boat, his appearance, and profession, obtained for him the sobriquet of "Charon," by which he was universally known. He related his stories with a professional gusto highly diverting.] Coquus: a Sketch from Memory. "He lards the lean earth as he walks along."-Henry IV. HARD by, the kitchen. Though 'tis something hot, Let's enter. There:-salute respectfully .66 Our Coquus;" him of roguish, twinkling eye. Not only from the constant fire, I wot, But from full many a well-quaffed silver pot The Ride. "Sequar quo vocas."-SENECA. "Orva che un sol volere, è il ambedue Tu duca, tu signore, e tu maestro."-DANTE. OUR steeds are ready; whither shall we ride? Or to old Cumnor, where false Lei'ster's bride, Of Bagley, there explore each sylvan glen; On the green heights of open Bullenden ? Lead where you will; I follow, friend, to-night: All ways are equal to a spirit light. |