New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1844-05-22
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The Editor and Publisher have here done the
,nhl;c real service. Especially those who with
ne were bows fifteen to twenty years ago and ~
their leisure hours hung enraptured over the pages
If the British Reviews and Magazines, then ra-
dsnt with the scintilIations of Genius from the
mems Of MAcAuL,Y, JEFFREY, LAMB, Hunt,
Hoop. HAzLrrr, PRAED, MAGINN. Mrs HRMANs'
Miss L.spoS, &c. and whose memory still treas
ures the delight with which they first quaffed the
sDarkIng wit Of Lillian the Every Day Cha.
racter,' .Panodia,' Twenty Eight and Twenty
nine, &c. &c. will thank them fervently In the
way of cpigrammatc point and richness pleasant
satire, and quiet hunor, varied by Occasional
flashes Of true poetic feeling, English Literature
has scarcely superio, 10 Praed
OfPraed personally little can be added to whs'
his readers will have inferred from his POEMS
He was born in or near London, of an opulch'
and respectable family he was first educated al
Elton. with John Moultrie, H. n. Coleridge, and
other boys of future cminence, where ne was
principal editor OF The Etonian,' one of the best
College Magazines ever published From h'oh
no went to Cambridge, where he ran brilliant
career, winning many of the honors oil that re-
nowned University. On leaving Trinity College
he was connected with Macaulay and other young
men of rare talent in the conduct of knights
Quarterly Magazine After the discontlnuanc'
of that work, he wrote for the New Monthly and
the ANIMALS. and was in Parliament, and DEEM
edarisng member for some years before his death,
which occurred July 18th, 1889. His age was
about 40, and he died bachelor. No collection OF
his works has ever been made in England, owing,
we understand, to some dispute respecting the
copyright; and TO the industry and taste oil Mr.
Griswold is the public indebted for most delight
full book, Of which the materials were widely scat
tered, and only to he obtained with difficulty
Even now he informs us that there are probably
as many Poems circulating privately among his
friends as he has been able to CLEAN from all the
periodicals. in which they, from time to time, aP-
peared.
But no more of prefacc-we shall need all
the room we can spare for our extracts. Pas-
sing by Lillian, which, popular and famous as it
is, we do not prize so highly as many Of his less
elaborate cfTi,sons, we make one first dip at
rare old favorite, to wit:
SCHOOL AND sCHooL~FELLoWs.
TWELVE wears ago made mock
OF filthy trades and traitics:
wondered what they meant by stock;
| wrote delightful sapphics:
I knew the streets OF Rome and Troy,
/ supped with tates and iuries;
Twelve years ago l was a boy,
happy boy at Drury's.
Twelve years ago. how many thought
OF faded pants and pleasures
Those whispered sylables have brought
From N,emorys boarded treasures
The fields the forms, the beasts the books,
The glories and disgraces,
The voices OF dear friends, the looks
OF old familiar faces.
Where IRE my friends III am alone,
No playmate shares my beaker-
Some lie beneath the church-ynrd stone,
And seme before the Speaker
And some compose a tragedy,
And some compose rondo;
And some draw sword for Liberty,
And some draw pleas for John Dos.
Tom Mill was used TO blacken eyes,
Without the fear of sessions;
Charles Meder loathed false quantities,
As much as false professions
Now Mill keeps order IN the lund,
A magistrate pcdantlc;
And hledler's feet repose unscanned,
Beneath The wide Atlantic.
Wild Nick, whose oaths made such din.
Docs Dr. Marexts duty;
and Muilion, with that mons,rous chin,
Is married 10 beauty;
And Darrell studies, week by week,
His Mant and not his Manton;
And Ball, who was but poor at Greek,
Is very rich at Canton
And am eight-and.twenty now
The worlds cold chain has bound me-
And darker shades are on my brow
And ssdder scenes around me:
In Parliament FIJI my seat,
With MANY other noodles;
And lay nv head in Jermyn- street,
And sip my hook at Doodle's.
But often, when the cares Of life
Have my temples aching,
When visions haunt me oil wife,
When duns await my waking.
When lady Jane is in a pet
Or Hobby in hurry,
When Captain Hazard wins bet,
Or Beaulieu spoils a curry:
For hours and hourF, think and talk
OF each remembered hobby;
long TO lounge in Poets Walk
10 sh.yer in the lobby;
wish that could run away
FROM house, and court, and levee,
Where bearded men appear to-day,
Just Eton boys, grown heavy;
That could bask in ChiIdhoods sun,
And dance DER Childhood's roses;
And find huge wealth in one pound one
Vas, wit and broken noses
And play Sir Giles at Datchet Lane
And cali the milk-maids Hours;
That could he boy again
A happy boy at Drury's!
We ought now to skip a few pages bat
how can we pass by this {!
UTOPIA.
- | can dream Sir,
II eat well and sleep well,
The Mad Lops-.
IL could scare the away,
No light should ever shine;
If ] could bid the clouds obey,
Thick darkness should he mine;
Where'er my weary footsteps roam,
hate whatc'er | see;
And Funcv builds iairer home