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"We'll name it John, and know with pleasure You'll stand"-Five guineas more, confound it!— I wish they'd call'd it Nebuchadnezzar,

Or thrown it in the Thames, and drown'd it.

What have we next? A civil Dun,

"John Brown would take it as a favour”Another, and a surlier one,

"I can't put up with sich behaviour."

"Bill so long standing,"-" quite tired out,"-
"Must sit down to insist on payment"-
"Call'd ten times !"-here's a fuss about
A few coats, waistcoats, and small raiment!

For once I'll send an answer, and in-
-form Mr Snip he needn't" call" so,
But, when his bill's as " tired of standing"
As he is, beg 'twill" sit down" also.

This from my rich old uncle, Ned,
Thanking me for my annual present,
And saying he last Tuesday wed

His cook-maid Nelly-vastly pleasant!

An ill-spelt note from Tom at School,
Begging I'll let him learn the fiddle-
Another from that precious fool

Miss Pyefinch, with a stupid riddle.

"If you was in the puddle," how

I should rejoice that sight to see!"And you were out on't, tell me now

What that same puddle then would be ?"

"D'ye give it up?" Indeed I do!
Confound these antiquated minxes,
I won't play " Billy Black," to a " Blue,"
Or Edipus to such old Sphinxes.

A note sent up from Kent, to show me,
Left with my bailiff, Peter King,

"I'll burn them by stacks down, blow me!
Yours, most sincerely,

Captain Swing."

Four begging letters with petitions,
One from my sister Jane, to pray

I'll "execute a few commissions"

In Bond Street," when I go that way,"

And "buy at Pearsal's, in the city,

Twelve skeins of silk for netting purses,

Colour no matter-so it's pretty;

Two hundred pens" two hundred curses!

From Mistress Jones: "My little Billy

Goes up his schooling to begin,

Will you just step to Piccadilly,

And meet him when the coach comes in ?

"And then, perhaps, you will as well see
The poor dear fellow safe to school,
At Dr Smith's, in Little Chelsea ?"
Heaven send he flog the little fool!

From Lady Snooks: "Dear sir, you know,
You promised me last week a Rebus,
Or something smart and apropos

For my new Album ?" Aid me, Phoebus!

"My hint is followed by my second;
Yet should my first my second see,
A dire mishap it would be reckon'd,
And sadly shock'd my first would be!

"Were I but what my Whole implies,
And pass'd by chance across your portal,
Can I believe my eyes?

I never saw so queer a mortal!'

"For then my head would not be on,

My arms their shoulders must abandon, My very body would be gone,

I should not have a leg to stand on!"

Come, that's dispatch'd-what follows ?-stay-
"Reform demanded by the nation!
Vote for Tagrag and Bobtail !"-aye,
By Jove, a blessed Reformation!!

Jack, clap the saddle upon Rose,

Or no-the filly-she's the fleeter; The devil take the rain-Here goesI'm off-a plumper for Sir Peter!




SING me a song about Pan,
Cloven-foot Capricorn, son

And darling of Hermes; who frisking it ran

O'er woody cragg'd Pisa, in fun,

And frolic, and laughter, with skipping nymphs after Him shouting out-Pan-Pan.

Pan, merry musical Pan,

Piping o'er mountainous top,

Rough-headed, shaggy, and rusty like tan,

Dancing where'er the goats crop,

The precipice round, as his hoofs strike the ground, With their musical clōp-clop.

Pan is the lord of the hills,

With their summits all cover'd with snow;

Pan is lord of the brooks, of the rivers, and rills,
That murmur in thickets below;

There he saunters along, and listens their song,
And bends his shagg'd ears as they flow.

Where the goats seem to hang in the air,
And the cliffs touch the clouds with their jags,
Sometimes he hurries and leaps here and there,
Skipping o'er white-shining crags,

And quick to descry, with his keen searching eye,
Bounds after the swift-footed stags.

Pan drives before him the flocks,-
To shades of cool caverns he takes,

And gathers them round him; and under deep rocks
Of the reeds his new instrument makes ;

And with out-piping lips he blows into their tips,
And the spirit of melody wakes.

Pan mighty wonders achieves
With his capriciosos, preferr'd

To the honey-tongued nightingale, hid in the leaves
When her out-pouring 'plaining is heard.

For Pan, sweet musician, with grace and precision,
Pipes far sweeter notes than the bird.

As the swift-footed nymphs round the fountains
Encircle the dark-welling spring,

And mock-loving echo bears off to the mountains
And throws back the music they sing-

Sly Pan he comes peeping, and daintly creeping
Adroitly bounds into the ring.

O'er his back is the skin of the lynx,
And he leads with a pleasant constraint

The nymphs to a soft meadow perfumed with pinks
That the crocus and hyacinth paint;

And there he rejoices in all their sweet voices,
Rehearsing their chronicles quaint.

They sang of Olympus the blest,
And the gods in that heavenly hall,

And of Hermes Inventor, much more than the rest,
Who was chosen the herald of all.

How seeking Cyllene, his own fair demesne, he
Drove goats as a goatherd to stall.

Upon Arcady's stream-gushing rocks
Descended, he chanced to behold

As he went into service, and tended the flocks,
Fair Dryope's tresses of gold;

And the passion excited was duly requited,
For she too was not very cold.

She bore him a wonderful son,
Goat-footed, capricorn rough,

With a strange visage curl'd into laughter and fun,
And indeed it was frightful enough:

For the nurse, in dismay, ran shrieking away,
When she saw the babe bearded and bluff.

But Hermes he dandled the boy,

And thought him the merriest imp,

He feather'd his ankles with infinite joy,

For he was not the godhead to limp;

Then he wrapp'd him up snug in a hare-skin rug,
And away he went up to Olymp.



Jupiter sat not alone,

But his time with his deities whil'd,

When Hermes arrived and sat down at his throne,
Look'd round to their worships and smiled,
Then his bundle untied, and pleasantly cried,
"Look ye all at my beautiful child !"

Raptures affected the gods,

(On earth we should say to a man,)

And Bacchus the most: winks, gestures, and nods
Put in motion the whole divan.

'Twas a * panto-mime to the gods sublime

So they gave him the name of Pan.

Pan, Pan, merry Pan―

Pan, the dispenser of mirth,

With thy horn, and thy hoof, and complexion of tan,
Still deign to visit this earth..

And thy praise shall be long, though short is the song,
That has told of thy wond'rous birth.

* Because he pleased war, saith the original.-All being no play on the word Pan, I have chosen a word that has, and perhaps somewhat expresses the same idea.



SIR,-Last autumn you received an article from me containing a review of Clapperton's last, Lander's first, and De Caille's late travels in Africa, together with such farther information as I had obtained relative to the termination of the great river Niger in the Atlantic Ocean. This article was in types, and was to have appeared in your September Number, along with a corrected map of the course and termination of the Niger. The length of the article, and the way in which your columns have been occupied with important political discussions, have hitherto prevented the appearance of my communication in your widely circulated publication. I am now, however, better pleased that it should stand over till the publication of Lander's new work, as the whole subject of African geography can then be more satisfactorily brought forward in one view, that enterprising traveller having just arrived in England, with the confirmation, from personal research and ocular demonstration,

of the important geographical fact, which, from long and patient enquiry, and from good authority, (authority which has not been, because it could not be, contradicted,) I had so often, and so many years ago, laid before the public.

Justice to myself and justice to the important subject, however, require of me at this moment to draw, and as shortly as possible, the attention of the public to the facts concerning this case.

Sixteen years ago, I pointed out in a small treatise, published in this city, that the Niger terminated in the Atlantic Ocean in the Bight of Benin and Biafra, and it is exactly eleven years since I laid before his Majesty's government, in the several public departments, a memorial, accompanied by a map, upon a very large scale, pointing out the important fact, and shewing the course of the Niger and its principal tributary streams through the interior of Northern Africa, downwards to the Atlantic Ocean. This memorial also went

into the commercial advantages which this country might obtain by planting a settlement on the island of Fernando Po, a healthy and commanding position as a commercial de pot, to carry on trade with the interior of Africa, by means of the navigable stream of the Niger, and it offered to bring forward a commercial company ready to undertake the work. The pernicious influence, however, exercised by Sierra Leone, baffled the commercial object then had in view. In the following year, 1821, I published a small volume, accompanied by a map upon a reduced scale, shewing the course and termination of the Niger, with my authorities for the same, and also at considerable length pointed out the trade and commerce which was carried on by the nations of the interior with the Moors and Arabs across the Great Desert, the trade with the Europeans on the south-western shores of Africa, and also the trade and commerce carried on by the nations of the interior amongst themselves. This volume was published by Mr Black wood, Edinburgh. In June, 1826, and subsequent to the appearance of Denham and Clapperton's Travels, I inserted in your Magazine an article correcting the geography of the courses of the rivers in Eastern Sudan, about which I had felt some doubt and difficulty in the volume alluded to, while the travels of our countrymen just mentioned, enabled me more clearly to demonstrate the passage of the Niger southward to the Atlantic, with only this difference, that the bed of the stream in its southern course, was, as I suspected in my first publication, about a degree and a half more to the westward, than it had there been laid down. I had, as I have already mentioned, prepared last autumn another article, accompanied by a corrected map, on a reduced scale, with the addition of some rivers and places which Clapperton's last, and Lander's first journey enabled me then to lay down, and the map is now given with this letter. This map will give the reader a correct idea of the course and termination of the river Niger, and several of its tributary streams through Northern Central Africa, and, consequently, render any lengthened nar

rative on these points, by me, at this moment unnecessary. I think it right, however, to state, that I had, many years ago, received from different individuals, who had traded up the rivers in the Delta of Benin, to a considerable distance, positive information, that these rivers communicated with each other by numerous branches, and that the whole were only branches of one great river, which descended from the northward; and down which stream, these informants told me, large canoes, carrying a great quantity of merchandise, and a great number of people, descended from interior countries, distant one, two, and even three months' journey, and with which natives they were in the constant habit of carrying on a considerable trade, by bartering European goods for African productions, while the foreign slave-traders received almost all the slaves they exported from Africa, at the trading stations on the mouths of the different rivers in the Delta, to which stations these slaves had been brought down from distant countries in the interior, and chiefly by a water conveyance.

It is with considerable satisfaction, therefore, that I find all the labours and researches, and they were neither few nor light, which I undertook to demonstrate the truth, and establish the fact, that the long-sought and great River Niger terminated in the Atlantic Ocean, has been within these few days confirmed beyond the possibility of cavil or dispute; and also, that it runs through that portion of Africa where I had delineated its course to be; and no one can hail with greater satisfaction than I do, the arrival of the two brothers, Landers, with this pleasing intelligence, nor be more ready to render them the praise that is due to their enterprise and exertions.

It is painful to reflect upon the number of valuable lives which have been lost by clinging to erroneous theories, in endeavouring to solve this great geographical problem, which any one, who turned his eye to the Delta of Benin, and to the numerous rivers which enter the sea in that quarter, must have solved in a moment. It is humiliating and distressing in the extreme to a great

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