Wheeling times and advertiser. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1839-1849, 1843-07-21
THE LAUREATE'S TOURNEY.
by TuoN 5 gAB,NoroN AAcAvLAY.


ny THoA gAB,NGroN dAcAuLAY.
Trr1E THE FIRST
What news. what news. rhnu pilgrim grey, VIII
news from Souihern landl
How hare the bold conse vaiiyrs. how is il with
Fcrand1
How does the litIlc Prince Of Wales-hnw looks
our lady Queru1
Aud tell ms. is the gentle Bro, gh once more at
Windsor suUrf"
II bring llings from the court, nor from 81 Sic
pheu's hall.
I've heard the lliund ering tramp OF horse and the
trumpeI's L0ule call,
And these old eyes have seen u fight which Eng.
land ueer hath seen.
Since fell King Richard sobbd his soul through
blood Oh BJswOrh Green.
He's lead, he's dead. The Laureaie's dead twas
thus the cry began.
And sira'shtway every garnet ronf gave up lis min
slre man.
From Grub street, ard from Huundsdiich, md fr,,D
FurTugdUn within.
The poets all towards Whitehall pourd on with
ellTch din,
Loud yelled rhcy for Sir James the Grahamc: hut
sore afraid was he.
hardy knight were he that might face such q
mIusireisle,
"Now by 81 Giles Of NeIherby. my palIon saint,
swear
I'd Inlher by thousand crowns Lord Palmerson
wire here!
What ist ye seek. We rebelknaves. what make you
there beneath"
The bays. the bays, we w mt the beysl we seek
the laureate wreath!
I'VE seek the but Of generous WINE that cheers the
Of song:
"ChOoa Then among all, SIR Knighr-we may
not larry long"
Loud laughed the good SIR James in scorn-"Rare
jest II we're, think.
But one poor bun OF Exeres, and a thousand rogues
10 drink!
An ifii flowed with wine beer. Ills easy to be
seen,
That dry within The hour would be tho well of
HIppocrene.
Tell me. if on Parnassus' heights they grew u thou.
sand sheaves,
Or has Apoo's laurel bush yet bJrne ten hundred
lelNes2
Or ifso many leaves were there. how long would
they sustain
The ravuge and the gluten bite Of such locust
IraIul
No! We back into your dens. take counsel for
The nigh,
And ch1ose me out two champions o meet IN dead.
ly fight
Tomorrow dawn shall see the lists marked ouI
in SriIafelds,
And lac who wius shall have the bays and lie shall
die Who yields"
Down went The window with a crssh-In silence
aud IN lear
Each ragged bard looked anxiously upon his neigh.
Dor near,
Then up spake young Tennyso here thai
fears DEATH
It's better one Of US should die Than England lose
tine wreath!
Let's cast the lots among us now which two shall
fight tomorrow;
For armour bri. lat well club our mite and horses
car borrow.
Twere shame that bnrds Of France should sheer
and German dicherS too,
And none Of British song would dare deed Of
derring do.
The lists of love are NINE" said Moore. "and not
The list ufMars;"
Said Hunt, II seek the jars zine, but shun the
cOmbaI's Jars"
I'm old" quoIh Samual RogeH-"FaiIh," snys
Campbell. 80 am -
An I'm IN holy orders, SIrsl" quolh TIN Of In
goldsoy.
Now OFT upon ye, craven loons!" cried Mo1on good
need
''Bido fyc will, secure at home, and sleep while
others bleed.
I second Alred's motion, boys-lel's try the chance
Of OF,
And monks shall sing. and hells shall ring for him
that goes to pot"
| Eight hundred Ministries skunk away-two hundred
staId to draw
Now heaven project the daring wight that pulls
the longest straw!
| IT'S done It's done And who hath wont Keep
silence one and n--
/ The first i William Wordsworth hight, the other
Ned Frlsball"
AYTTE THE SECOND.
Oh hright aHd gay hath dawnd the day on lordly
Spitalfeld.--
How fash the rays with ardent blaze from polished
helms and shield!
On either side the chivulry Of England lhrons The
green,
And in tbs middle balcony appears our grnciou.
Queen.
With iron fists, 10 keep the lists two valiant knights
appear
The Marquis Hall Of Waterford, and stout Sir Al.
hrey We're,
"wh'r no, there, blow the trump Let's see who
/ comes 90 ann
The butt Of golden Here's aud the Laureat,'s hon.
i ORD manner
That instant dosh'd into the lists, oil urm'd from
head 10 heel
On cOurser brown. with wiser down warrior
sheath'd IN steel,
Then said our Quoen-"Was ever seen 80 stout a
knight and taR
HIS name2 Ibis racel"-"A Ant please your grace %
Is the brave FifzbalL
"On IN The Molodfama line his proves hath been
shawn,
And we'll throughout the Surry side bis thirst &c
| blood - known.
\ Bot see. the olher champion comes Then rung
the startled air
| With s,uis Of .yvnrdrorIb yygrdsWcrth. hot the