The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1833-04-30 00:00:00

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FARE WEL L.

WitEN eyes are bnyaing
What never tongue might tell,
When tears are streaming
Prom their crystal cell ;
When hands are link'd that dread to part,
And heart is prest by throbbing heart,
Oh ! bitter, bitter is the smart
Of them that bid farewell!

When hope is chidden
That fain of bless would tell,
And love forbidden
In the breast to-dwell ;
When, fettered bya ♦iewless chain,
We turn, and gaze, and turn again,
Oh! death were mercy to the pain
Of them that bid farewell.

There shines an all-pervading grace.
A charm diffused through every part
Of perfect woman's form and face.
That steals like light into man's heart

Her look is to his eyes a beam
Of loveliness that never gets :
Her voice is to his ear a dream
Of melody it ne'er forgets :
Alike in motion or repose,
Awake or slumbering, sure to win.,
Her form, a vase transparent, shews
The spirit's light enshrined within:

Nor charming only when she talks,
Her very silence speaks and shines ;
Love gilds her pathway when she walks,
And light her couch when :licit-clines.

Let her, in short, do what she will,
'Tis something for which man must woo hor ;
So powerful is that magnet still
Which draws all souls and senses to her.

linsza.

( The Heliotrope; ar, Pilgrim in pursuit of Health,)

'Tis Nature's jubilee—the voice of Spring
New robes creation : through the foreSt flushing
Flowers shed their perfume—birds on joyful wing
Gladden the grove :—while streams, hke music gushing,
Their crystal currents o'er the valley fling.—
Flocks bleat around ;—to verdant pastures rushing,
Herds quit the stall—the hind his winter hearth—
And Hope's exulting spirit walks the earth I

Forth fares the wild bee—wakes the mingled sound
Of busy life abroad : each budding bough
Drops melody : golden ringlets crowned

Sweet waves the acacias—Lover's whispered vow
And jest and jocund lay are breathed around.—

O'er the blue sea, and on the mountain's brow,
skims the light bark—and bounds the trooping deer—
And stately floats the wild swan on the 'neer

The violet, hyacinth, and primrose pale
Garland each hedgerow ;—crimson on the hill
Glows the rich almond blossom : o'er the vale
The skies drop fatness—buds their sweets distil :
And hark 1 at eve, the fresh-tuned nightingale
Prolongs her wakeful note=—till, on the rill
And ruddy lake bright imaged—the warm morn
has scared the plaintive minstrel from her thorn.

But Spripg—while thus it clothes the field's with bloom—
And crowns the trees with clustered buds—bestows
Nor life, nor genial warmth, where hand of doom
Sits heavy on the heart, which—like the rose
Untimely blanched of all its sweet perfume—

- No vernal voice of inspiration knows !
And snub was he—the stricken of his race—
Whose pilgrim steps the muse would here retrace,

VATE

MADAME LETITIA BONAPARTE.—When the title of Madame-
Mere was conferred upon this lady, she was about fifty-two of
fifty-three years Of age. She had been very beautiful in her
youth, and all her daughters, with the exception of Madame
3acciochi, were much like what she once was. Her height
was about five feet one inch ; but as she advanced in years, her
shoulders becaMe round, which made her appear shorter,
though her gait was always firm and dignified. Her feet and
hands were still Models of beauty; the former, in particular,
were the smallest and most beautiful I ever beheld. They were
sound and narrow, though not fleshless, and the instep very
high, perfectly corresponding. with Ariosto's word ritondetto.
There was a defect, in her right hand, the more remarkable
because
,the hand itself was so pretty—she could not bend the
forefinger. An operation had been performed by an unskilful
surgeon, who cut the tendon, and the joint ever after remained
stiff, which produced a singular effect when she was playing at
cards. She had, at this period, all her teeth; and, like all the
Bonapartes, her sinile was delightful, and her look piercing and
intellectual. Her eyes were rather small, and very black, but
on no occasion had they a severe expression; • which is not the
case with some of her children. Madame-Mere was very care-
ful about her person, and her dress always corresponded with
her age and condition. She wore the most beautiful things
adapted to the season, 'and they were made up. so as to defy
criticism. She did the honours of her station with dignity and
propriety ; she was not like many princes and princeSses r have
seen, who required to 'fait forward their title of Royal High-
ness not to be mistaken for vulgar plebeians. The only detect
in Madame-Mere, and that I confess was a great one, was her
timidity, joined to her difficulty of expressing-herself in French.
When I say timidity, I literally mean it. She was particularly
timid whenever persons Wire presented to her whose satire she
dreaded. She had great acuteness Of judgment and of tact.
The moment a person was introduced, a single glance enabled
her to appreciate him ; and she would know almost his thoughts
before he left the room.—Memoirs of the Duchess D'Abrantes.
A RUSSIAN RANQUET.—The guests now returned to the
dining-room, in which stood a table covered with a coloured
cloth, and groaning under the weight of different eatables. All
the dishes, plates, and cups, were of pewter ; .but near to the
table, in an open cupboard, were seen fine silver ladles, decan-
ters, goblets, wine-glasses, and mugs. Before each cover stood
three silver cruets, containing oil, salt, and pepper, and a fourth
of glass, with vinegar. The best and most esteemed dish was a
roasted peacock, with which the dinner commenced; lapsha
was next served up with fowls : the table was then crowded
with tchi, various soups, a large lamb pie garnished with eegs„
different roasted meats, cheese, &e. The magnificence of
feast was estimated by the number of dishes, for our ancestors
were more addicted to quantity than to the quality of the. re-'
Fast. They ate to suffocation, and drank until deprived of the
little sense it had pleased God to bless them with. The dinner
ended with a dessert, consisting of ginger and treacle, dried
figs, sugar-candy, gingerbread, and biscuits;—as is the custom
to this day amongst some of the poorest of the nobility. When
the guests had demolished the more substantial food, exhilira-
ling beverages were quickly circulated. • Youry, who sat next,
to Pan Tishkewich, apprehensive of the consequences of drun-
kenness; followed the wise example of his neighbour, and stea-
dily refused to drink out of the :great goblet, although the
master of the house repeated from time to time his urgent re-
quest to comply with this.usual demonstration of friendship and
cordiality. It was in vain ; both refused ; and the frown of
anger began to darkcu the countenance of the host. In the
course of the evening, the Boyard ordered one, , grey-headed
Jilett, who omitted to drain the contents of his goblet,, to pour
the remaining mead upon his own head. A Boyard's son, re-
Tusing to drink a certain quantity of nalivka, the Boyard or-
dereoi a glass of wormwood cordial to be poured by force
,clown
his throat; and burst into a loud and hearty laugh, when the
nnforturiate and nearly suffocated guest fell senseless on the
floor ! By degrees, Pan Tishkewitch, notwithstanding his tem-
perance, began to talk more freely.. "Boyard," said he, "if
thy spouse were here, she certainly would not have refused to
bring each a glass. of wine and.would have permitted us to
gaze upon her bright eyes—but can we not have the pleasure of
enjoying the compariy of thy keel:, daughter ? Perhaps it is
not the custom here to introduce a betrothed lady to the guests,
but the Boyard is almost a brother Pole; permit us, my lord,
to admire the bride of Pan GOncewsky,?"
_" And to drink
from her shoe;'_. added the whiskered Rotsuistre, 'to the health
of the distinguished bridegroom, and the happy conclusion of
the wedding!" "My daugLer is indisposed,.' ainsweredKrout-
china. "But we are all anxious fusee her, if ate only for 'a
moment," criedthe Poles.—The lioiang Muscovite.