Richmond daily Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1842-1861, 1843-07-27

Lets cast the lots among now which shall fst
tomorrow
For bright well club our mite. and horses We
borrow.
'T~ere shame bards OF France should sneer and
man Diehfsrs too,
II none OF British song should dare deed Of der.rin
do"
OF Mars"
Said Hunt ~ seek the Jars of winc shun the combat
"Im DID," quoih Samuel Rogers. "Fai,h," saws Campbell
L."
"And Pm in holy orders, sirs quO,h Tom OF IngOd.by.
snow gu, upon ye craven looms" cried MOrcn. good
need
"Bide. if ye will home, and sleep while other
second Arcds motion. bpys-ei's try the chance of LOT
And monks shall sing, and bells shall ring, him that goe
10 pot"
Eight hundred Ministries SUNK away-wo hundred stayed
| dmw-
Now heaven protect the daring wight that pulls the longes
lis DONE tbs done And who hath wont Keep silence.
and I'LL
The first William Wordsworth height, the other Ned Fia
bal.'
Oh bright and hath dawn'd the day on lOrdy Spit al
fields
How flash the RAYS with ardent blaze from poshd helms and
On either side the chivary of England throng grecn
And in the middle balcony appears gracious Queen
With fists to keep the lists two valian, knights appear
The Marquis Hal of Waterord and SIR Aubrey We're
"What, no. there, herald, blow the trump. Let's who
comes to claim
The golden Xeres and the aurcates honod name1
That instan, dasd into the lists, all armed from head to
heel,
On brown, with down, warrior sheatd in
steel
Then said Queen, Was stout knight and
His name7 his racc" amt please your Grace the
brave FtzbalL"
"o in the meodrama line his proves hath been shown
And well throughout Surrey his thirst for blood
known.
Blu, see the other champion comes Then ung the
tied air.
With shouts of Wordsworth Wordsworth no! the bard
OF Rydal's here"
And 10, upon little s,ecd, unmcot for such a course
Appeared the honord but weak seemd man and
horse.
Then shook their ears the sapient peers THAT oust will
My Lord of Brougham, I'll back Fitzbal, and give you
two 10 one!
"Done :" quoth the Boughom, land done with you"
"Now MINISTRIES, you ready ~
Exclaimed the Lord OF Waterford you'd better both sit
steady.
Blow trumpets, blow the of charge and forward to
the fight"
Amen - said good Sir Aubrey We're, est. schism de-
iS'u H'' iisH'
As sweeps the blast against the mast when blows the fun
squat,
So started at the rumpet sound the terrible Fubal:
His lance he bore his breast beoreS George protect the
just,
Or wordsworths hoary head roll within the shame
fu dust!
"who threw that cal,hrop Seize the knnvo? Alas
the deed is done
Down the seed, and DER his head hcN bright Apo
los son.
Undo his helmet! cut the lace pour water on his
head
alt amt all, nv lord, COS w the covey's
dead ~
Above him stood the Rydal bard-hs face was full OF wo
"Now there thou lest, stf and stark who feared
foe.
drawer knight or more renowned in tourney and hail.
Meier brought the upper gallery down than terrible Fitz
ballm
They led Wordsworth othe Qucen-she crownd him
with the BAYS,
And wsh'd him many happy years, and many quarter
DAYS.
And if you'd have that story told by ADLER lips than mne
You've but call Ryda Mount, and the Laure-
ates wine.
We have legion OF poems still before Hunt gives
''stoui notions rhyming score"
Camp ell, with burst OF his old inspiration, sings
Macaulay, Macaulay! beware of the day,
When We meet to compete for the laureale's bay.
Knowles TaIourd and the author of Martnuzz put in
their osr but readers have had enough OF for
bout, and would wish 10 conclude with the music Of
MacHulny's baed twanging in IL a stirring pic
lure full OF lite and coor-iko ofRubens. But no.
little sonnet vet remains-the votiye offering of the chic
rophan Of nature, who Apollo miraculousy preserved
from the fatal lance OF the author Of Zazezzozu. larry
'eh "i' HrUnenI, genue reader, and muse
uie following aposirophe OF conscious greatness:
NON SINE DIS ANIMosUs
Bays, which in former years have graced the brow
OF some, who lived anu loved, and sung and died;
Leaves that were gathered on the pleasant side
OF old Parnassus, from Apollo's bough:
With palptaIing nand take We now,
Since worthieT minstrel there is beside
And, with thrill Of song half deified,
bind them proudly my locks Of snow.
There shall they bide till he who follows next
Ot whom cannot even guess the name,
Shall by court favor, some vain pretext
OF iancied merit, desecrate the same
And think Perchance, he wears them quite well
As the sole bard who sang OF Peter Bell.
We were much affected by the noble simplicity ofthese
lines that we wrote IN strong the Home Office
The immediate installation Of the bard of Ryda in the va
place the result.
Ipud1u CHAIRMAN