From his sun-circled throne, see Morning advances, And he mingles the blush with his smiles and his glances, O, thou soul of my soul-Evelina, arise! More charming thy smile than the morn's mildest hues More modest the beam of thy love-kindling eyes, Than the lily, when, rifled, she weeps in her dews. More serene is thy face, with beauty's blush beaming, The richness of wild-honey dwells on thy lip; Ere it melts in the dew, or dissolves in the shower. Red, red, is that lip, with playful smiles glowing, More fragrant thy breath than the apple's bright blossom, O! glossy and black, as the jetty-wing'd raven, More fair is thy neck than the moon-beam in motion, Arise, Evelina! the sun-beam descending, Lingers fondly with kisses thy beauty to meet; And the heath and the wild-furze their bloomy sweets blendHave reserv'd all their odours, my fair-one to greet. [ing, STATUE OF THE DYING GLADIATOR. 3 I will range o'er the grove, at the foot of yon mountain, O, thou fair queen of smiles, my soul's only treasure, For, ah! ev'ry hour of thy absence I measure, Chaste child of a meek-ey'd and white-bosom'd mother, And wilt thou descend to the groves of Miscother, Thou com'st like gay spring, when, encircled with glory, O! thus to the trav'ler, sad, feeble, and weary, THE STATUE OF THE DYING GLADIATOR. MR. Chinnery's excellent Prize Poem on The IMPERIAL Rome and trophied Greece no more * See vol. xiv. p. 286. B 2 All 1 All their vain hopes of boundless empire crush'd, Still lives the Roman, still the Grecian name. Yon cary'd memorial of their peerless skill, His form how strongly mark'd! each swelling vein One of the Commentators upon this Statue thought he could discover the torpor of death extending itself gradually from the extremities of the body.` Studious EPIGRAMS ON THE RIGHT HON. R. B. SHEridan. 5 Studious alone to fall with manly grace*, And hold the wonted firmness of his face +. His blood, slow trickling from his wounded side, Too proud to weep, flows with reluctant tide. Weak, faint, and spent, he seems already gone; We start to help-and grasp a form of stone! Thus when thy works attain their utmost art, Their objects seize, resistless, on the heart; Enwrapt in wonder, the deluded eye Passes unmark'd their chisel'd beauties by; And on those passions darts its gaze alone, That swell expressive in the living stone. ON THE OXFORD HONOURS, [From the British Press, July 19.] WHEN Sheridan wish'd to be double I. D, The officers stopp'd bin by crying but-" Fde ;" ACADEMICUS. ON SEEING THE RIGHT HON. R. B. SHERIDAN RANGED WITH THE DOCTORS, WITHOUT A DEGREE. AN EPIGRAM. [From the Morning Herald.] AMIDST the Doctors Sherry sits (Self-dubb'd by talents) at his ease, Whose rapid genius ne'er submits NIM. * The Gladiator is described as being particularly anxious, after having been mortally wounded, ut procumbat konestè. It is plainly seen, that, in his expiring moments, he exhibits a solicitude to maintain that firmness of aspect, which the Gladiators esteemed so honourable in a dying state. (6) EXCLUSIVE INTELLIGENCE. [From the British Press, July 26.] GRAND ARMY OF FASHION. DISPATCHES have been received at our office, EXCLUSIVELY, Containing an account of the operations of the Grand Army of Fashion, since the commencement of the present summer campaign. We have made from them the following extracts: On the 22d of June, being the day after the prorogation of Parliament, the Grand Army of Fashion began to break up from its cantonments in Westminster. The Sharp-shooters and Rifle-corps marched for the coast, and took their stations at Brighton, Bognor, Ramsgate, Margate, &c. &c. They consisted principally of the flanking corps, with some heavy artillery, of large calibre, from Leadenhall Street and its vicinity. A few light troops marched at the same time for Bath, Bristol, Cheltenham, &c. They were in general well mounted, and made a showy appearance. It would be an endless task to attempt to enumerate the various skirmishes in which they have been since engaged; the campaign having been conducted, in a great measure, upon the plan of the present war in Spain-a sort of desultory warfare, in which every hero and heroine in the ranks has been anxious to touch the Spanish. The only general action fought took place at Oxford. It is called the famous Battle of the Installation, and lasted four successive days. The enemy, on this memorable occasion, made a very grotesque appearance: they were dressed in an old-fashioned style, consisting of cumbrous scarlet gowns, velvet caps, and other emWhen drawn up in barrassing and feeble armour. battle array, they withstood the grape and cannister shot with firmness, and in many cases with obstinacy; |