Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1827-03-24

II is from the pen Of young sentiemnp' Na'e' ~
West Point, and will be read with interest. hne
yen of humour runs through the numbers anu oe-
speak, the happy genius Of The author.
ron THE LITERARY eADBT.
TIE cadets COMPLAINT.
There's scarce Il man but what has heard
II Poets always keep their woru.
Urgd 10y example, don't faint,
But still breathe ior:h my sad complaint.
IT'S now tie hour when bellies and bcaux
Are snoring out their morning doze.
When ale houses there are bot lew M
Aud honest folks nre up and dong
And poor Cadets parade 10 take iast
Their morning meal l. o. their breakfast.
Oh ye who aud are not able
T'enjoy the pleasures ofthe table;
To you especially 'ay
Indulge your stomach. while you may
For fortune changes, and ere long
You may be singing my sad song.
But TO the thome.-No say'ry dIsh
o. smoking viapds, fowl OF fish,
Inviting ham, delicious steaks
Omletted eggs or buckwheat cakes
Nor steam Ins rolls, nor buuer'd muihp,
(Thu. gourmsnds so delight to stuff ny
Nor sug lat which to describe 'm able,
Is found upon the the mess-hali table.
Reader, didst ever try 10 study,
But find thy brains too thick and muddy:
Why then ssimile obtains:
Our coffee being like thy brains.
Did say coffee |, What bluuder,
Coffee indeed. Well--t's no wonder
That did call il so, ought to
might have styl'd it else, rye-water.
But let that pass The less that's sad
c. morning butter, cheese and bread,
The better-ior il seems 10 me,
That such can ne'cr grace poesy.
And now, ny Pegasus, let's halt and rest,
(For cen Cadets have half an hour TO sparej
And see if my complaint will stand the test
OF such stern critics as the ladies' are
In some small matters, which they well know best
mean in eat aud drink -ables, and mes,-hali iare.
For begin to fear I has been my lot ~
Cause their dear moutI (as have nine) to water
And now, methnks hear each mothers sigh,
And see the pesrldrop FL each sisters eye.
True tokens of regret Qhat come too late)
To think how hard, of their dear boy, the fate.
But wipe the tea, drop, and repress the sigh
I've spoke of nothing that should make one cry
Kind folks! let not thy hearts with terror thrill
Al meagre breakfasts, or at mornln2 drill.
Shut out pale grief until his help sneeded,
Then hoist the Aood- gates. as (when children) we
dill.
shrill winds the buge. Rrt ye' stay,
Softly, goo quite. dou't rra away
For brightest thousht4 .hsir lus!.e lose,
Uuless propitiate is tie Muse.
Oh Muse! ST.. Now my pen,
We're ready f,r our task again.
Shr; blows the bugle, eni 1t should DO shriil.
To cal! Cadets to someth.ug worse than d1ill.
The Soyh, " 20. two years old in College,
Hath lon socn sakd his hirst for knowlsds se--
The book worm that delights TO hatten
On say'ry scraps Of Greek and Latin
The school boy who can parse and scan,
And Knows that homo means "a man;
Well understand how worst OF all
That worst of ils-the Tutors hall.
But they can never know nor feel
The terrors Of tina, high ordeal;
When half the talent o! the nation
Presiles here at examination
The bench Of termner and oyer
Is terrible to unHedged lawysr--
The holy frown to hun who's seeking
Preferment to the place OF deacon
The pit TO him Offender age,
Who (" first appears on any stag"
But far more terrible that gloomy hall,
Where frowns the black board, threat'ninS each
dh
And now, rnethnks, ! feel gentle touch
Just at my elbow, which should seem to say:
"Fr,nd, it is possible you write too maoi--
" Lay down the quill unit! another day
"Or filter season for example, such
"As when on Post, even Saturday"
take the kindly hint, and sure | cannot say,
That shall write again. may not and may.
luz EGO auf aUoHDAM &c.