NAY, DO NOT TELL ME, WHEN WE MEET. I. NAY, do not tell me, when we meet, II. No words can be more sweet to me- That one, who would be all to thee, III. No words have made my soul more sad For, though our hearts were formed to twine, I feel with hopeless anguish mad, To think-thou never canst be mine. IV. It is not, that thou wouldst thyself Consent to wed for lands or gold; But parents only look to pelf, And Beauty thus is bought and sold. V. Yet why, this object of their choice, Who can not, must not, raise my voice, And dare not act, to break thy chain? VI. For mine must be the Spartan's pangs, He felt his hidden captive's fangs, VII. Ev'n so, the anguish I sustain Must in eternal silence rest Cease, cease to throb, my burning brain! Jan. 4th, 1837. THE DUCHESS OF BERRI AND THE JEW. "The Jew, Deutz, who was ennobled in Italy, and is believed at Paris to be the father of the Duchess of Berri's infant, is described as an ill-favoured wretch, with sunken and blood-shot eyes, dark hair, like horse hair, horribly bad teeth, and features deeply indented with the small-pox."-Examiner. SAID Dick to Ned the other day, This sketch of Deutz, whom Berri proved To be a man of breeding,”– "I think the Duchess, in one sense, May justly be reviled, For choosing such an ugly wretch As father for a child; But, further, we should blame her not, She may have loved the HEBREW as "Alas!" cried Ned, "I'm much afraid For all th' esprit she could have liked March 1833. STANZAS. "A hollow agony which will not heal."-BYRON. I. I LOOK around-I look around-life has no charm for me There is a pang in all I feel-a blight o'er all I see— In vain may joy around me glow, or summer o'er me shine There is no glance that fondly beams-no heart that throbs to mine. 1 The whole of the Duchess of Berri's case, in reference to the inopportune little intruder, whose semi-parentage is involved in such disedifying obscurity, is best summed up by the able editor of the Dublin Evening Post. "Her Royal Highness," says the sagacious journalist, "being great with child, has formally announced that she was married in Italy. She has been TEN months in FRANCE. Rather distressing for a heroine !" II. Amid the bustling crowd I seek to lull within breast Affection's thirsting tenderness, that cannot, will rest For oh! where'er I turn 'tis but in ceaseless gloom pine To meet no glance that fondly beams-no heart t throbs to mine. III. Again, in peaceful scenes, I try my restless soul calm I fly to friendship, wisdom's page, and music's soothi balm But friendship, wisdom, music's voice, in vain their combine They bring no glance that fondly beams-no heart th throbs to mine. IV. And yet there is one gentle form-but why th thought recall? The nectar draught that Love had filled by Fate turned to gall Those days of hope that last fond night-to Mem ry's tomb consign— The glance that beamed, the heart that throbbed, ca ne'er on earth be mine. October 3rd, 1838. PIKES versus PIKE! Suggested by a passage from the speech of a Mr. Pike, of the Metropolitan Conservative Society, in favour of the Orange Corporation of Dublin. "One good turn deserves another."-OLD PRoverb. In a late Tory clique, cried a spouter called PIKE(An odd sort of name for such gentry to like !) "Precursor's a runner before,' it is said; And if Dan, their great chief, his 'two millions' will head, We'll find them all real Precursors, I'll promise For we "Protestant boys," would soon make them run from us!" Now, to gain a "hear, hear," Mr. PIKE, this is well; Nay, ev'n to elicit a "cheer," it may tell ; But I rather suspect, if you'd risk an attack, We'd have pikes in our FRONT, and a pike in your BACK. December 23rd, 1838. |