CONTENTS OF VOL. I. . . On an Infant Smiling as it awoke Man, versified from an Apologue Address to the Mummy at Belzoni's Exhibition . . . . . Address to the Alabaster Sarcophagus lately deposited To a Log of Wood upon the Fire Peter Pindarics.- The Milkmaid and the Banker The Farmer's Wife and the Gascon 251 The Lawyer and the Chimney Sweeper Peter Pindarics.—The Surgeon and the House Painters 263 Letters from Paris, No. I.-Miss Mary Ball to Miss Peter Pindarics.—The Auctioneer and the Lawyer 287 The Gouty Merchant and the Stranger 290 Peter Pindaries.--The Fat Actor and the Rustic The Bank Clerk and the Stable Keepers 302 Peter Pindarics.Piron and the Judge of the Police 313 a GAIETIES AND GRAVITI E s. WINTER. TAE mill-wheel's frozen in the stream, The church is deck'd with holly, To fright away melancholy: Younkers skate on the pool below, And hark, how the cold winds blow! Here runs Dick to fetch a log ; In the frosty morning fog. Old and young cough as they go, And hark, how the cold winds blow! In short, winter is come at last- a mighty evil to the shivering hypochondriacs, who are glad to catch at any excuse to be miserable; but a visitation which, by B VOL. I. those who are in no actual danger of dining with Duke Humphrey, or of being driven, from lack of raiment, to join in the exclamation of poor Tom, may very appropriately be hailed in the language of Satan, “Evil, be thou my good !” The Spaniards have a proverb, that God sends the cold according to the clothes ; and though the callousness and hardihood acquired by the ragged be the effect of exposure, and not an exemption from the general susceptibility, the adage is not the less true, and illustrates that beneficent provision of Nature, which, operating in various ways, compensates the poor for their apparent privations, converts the abused luxuries of the rich into severe correctives, and thus pretty nearly equalizes, through the various classes of mortals, the individual portions of suffering and enjoyment. In the distribution of the seasons, care seems to have been taken that mankind should have the full benefit of this system of equivalents. To an admirer of Nature, it is certainly melancholy to be no longer able to see the lusty green boughs wrestling with the wind, or dancing in the air to the sound of their own music; to lose the song of the lark, the nightingale, the blackbird, and the thrush ; the sight of the waving corn, the green and flowery fields, the rich landscape, the blue and sunny skies. It appears a woeful contrast, when the glorious sun and the azure face of heaven are perpetually hidden from us by a thick veil of fog ;. , when the poached and swampy fields are silent and desolate, and seem, with a scowl, to warn us off their premises; when the leafless trees stand like gaunt skeletons, |
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