The National Register.
London, England, 1818-04-26 00:00:00

Oh Bola Y. these heroes—what creatures they are !
In the boudoir the same as in fields full of slang:Asir ;
As cool in the Beitnion's precipitant ear.
As when safe at To halm i's, o'er le'd currant-water I
rn He join'd us—imagine, dear creature, my rAasy-
1, irked by theorem I'd have broken ten necks to see !
Bon wisli'd to treat him with Punch a lo glace,
Btu the sweet fellow swore that my bir tie, myirea-e,
And my.je-n-r-erls.qaoi (then his whiskers he twirl'd)
Were, to him," on de top of all Punch in de vorld.'s....
e How pretty !—though oft (as. of course, it must be)
e '.'Both his French and his English are Greek, DOLL. to me.
13 •111.1 t. in short, I felt happy as ever fond heart did ;
And happier still, when 'twas fixed, ere we parted,
r That, if the next day shottitt be prst•irat weather,
? We would set oft; in French buggi's. together.
To see ifoutntorrn.-u —that_place which, you know.
r Is s:, film out du. cherries and JEAN .1 AC ItIJ CS !lOW AU.
i His card then he gave us—tlic name, rather cras'd—
But 'twas CAL ICO T —something—a Colonel at least !
i After which—sure there never was hero so civil—he
Saw us safe home to our door in Rue Revoli,
r Where his .',isr words, as, at parting, he threw
t A soft look o'er his shoulders, were—" how do you do!" (2).
Eren in this idea, poor Miss Fud was somewhat
Vae
t • mistaken, as appears front the last Epistle in the collec-
t • • tion.

Oh Dor.r.r, dear Boma', ruin'd for ever
I nc'er shall he happy again, Do ei.v , never !
To think of the wretch—what a victim was 1 !
•Tis too much to endure,—l shall die, 1 shall die-
-11(v brain's in a fever—my pulses beat quick-
-1 wall die, or, at least, be exceedingly sick!
Oh, what do you thin!, after all my romanei ag.
:My visions of glory, my sighing, my. glancing,
This Colonel—l scarce can commit it to paper—
This Colonel's no more than a vile linendraper I !
'Tis true as I live-1 hae coax'd brother Ron so,
(You'll hardly make out•vitat I'm writing, I sab so)
Inc some little gift on my birth-day—September
The thirtieth, dear, I'm eighteen, you remember—
That Bon to slop kindly order'd the coach,
(.Ih, little I thought who the shopnian would prove)
To bespeak me a few of thaw moitchai•s do p7.11e,
hich, in happier hours, I have sigh'd for my lova,—
(The nmst beautiful things—two Napoleons the price—
And one's name in the corner einbruider'd so nice !)
Well, with heart full'of Measure, 1 enter'd the shop.
But—ye Gods, what a phantom !—I thought I should drop,-
There he stood, my dear DOLLY—no room for a dotibt—
There, behind the vile counter, these eyes saw hint steal,
With apiece of French cambric, before him roll'd out,
And that horrid yard measure uprais'd in his hand !
Oh—Papa, all Oen-, knew the secret, 'tis clear—
' ['war a shynumfte meant by a Brandenburgh," dear !
The man, whom 1 fondly had fancied a King,
And, when flirt too delightful illusion was reit,
As a hero had worshipp'il—vile, treacherous thing
To turn out but a low linendraper at last !
hly head swam around-rthe wretch smiCtl, I believe.
'But his smiling, alas, could no longer deceive-x.
I fell back on lon—my whole heart seein'd to wither—
And, pale as a ghost. I was carried back hither !
I only remember that Boa, a; I caught Intl,
With cruel facetiousness said—" Curse the Kiddy I
" A staunch Revolutionist always I've thought him.
" But now I find out he's a Connter one, BIDDY!"
Only think, my dear creature, if this should be known
To that saucy. satirical thing, Miss Marox E !
What a story 'till be at Shandangan for ever !
What laughs and what quizzing she'll have with the meh !
It will spread through the counts—and never, oh, never
Can Ili nay be seen at Kilramly again !
Farewell-1 shall du something desp rate, 1 fear—
And, eh I if my fate ever Noshes your ear.
Gne tear of compassion my 001.1. will notnittudge
To her poor—broken-hearted—young frie

litnttv Ft UGE.

Nat/ bene—l'm sureyou will hear, with delight,
That we're going. all three, to see RRL NET to-night.
A laugh will revive me—and kind Mr. Cox
(Do you know him ?) has got us the Governor's

The Sexagenarian; or, Recolledions of a I,ilerary
Life.-2 vols. Bvo.

BY THE LATE REV. Ma. BELO&

The Sexagenarian seems to have found peculiar'solace
in recapitulating the anecdotes of all his acquaintance
during his past life. His college lueubrations furnished
him also with many intimates of whom he has, by a
pleasant memory, represented things most Eiveurably ;
he very lightly touches frailties, and dwells and en-
larges upon merit, urbanity, and skill. There are a
few allusions to his intimacy with some who have been
raised to higher station, but did not always remember ,
nis quondam friendship, and in these notes there ap-
pears a taint of dissatisfaction ; but, in general, the
work is an effort of a mind, happily neither clouded
by adversity, nor elated by prosperity ; the even tenor
of his way has led him to rejoice with those that rejoice,
and to weep with those that weep—ha loved society,
and has profited by all its commurications and though
he alludes sometimes to the criers ef those he deli-
neates, he twoids, in general, to " set down aught in
malice." Perhaps curiosity is not rtmre excited, than
to discover the characteristic features of men of letters,
because they are generally turned from view, either by
their native modesty and diffidence; or by the retire-
ment of their studies ; on this Account, anecdotes of
their manners and sayings secure an Universal reading,
and every reader dwells fondly upon almost every sylla-
Lle of a mariof literary eminence, as if he had himself
discovered a part of the mine with which the indivi-
dual was stored, and thus a deliberate, though fre-
quently a prejudiced judgment, is formed of men
who deserve a better flute. Pope, Swift, Johnson, and
many more, might have gone dawn to the grave in
profound silence, as regirds many of their little frail-
ties, or rather imperfections, had not the kind thirst of
Ory•teffing laid open w:-.at was ncrer needful fernlike
known—it would be painful to mark these instances.—
Our Sexagenarian has avoided this spirit as much as

Nut ununwttal miatake. with fonigners.