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Since in this crowded dome thy skill divine
What countless forms, with frantic mien,
But who is he that treads th' uncertain gloom,
AIR AND QUARTETT.
Vain now each mighty name,
Each banner's storied fame,
From height to height the Alpine Eagle flown,
With sullen march recede
And the far Indian sees th' approaching shade :
Where now the fortune of the Austrian Star ?
The high-born Maid, in bridal garlands shown,
The shout is heard on high
Britannia! hark-they fly-they fly
Hark-fallen is the foe, and thine the victory.— On Alexandria's plains glad sounds arise;
Vimeira loud replies ;
The Conquerors of the World are conquer'd now-
Britannia, rise!t is thine't is thine
Pour o'er the opposing ranks, and sweep them from the view.
RECITATIVE AND AIR.
On Talavera's height,
High beat each English heart with triumph warm ;
Rose proud, and show'd her Edward's laurell'd form,
O Gloster! pleas'd to thee while Granta bends,”
Oh think, while round the baleful storm extends,
'Mid States in flames and ruins hurl'd,
From hardy sports, from manly schools,
The People's will, the Monarch's power;
O Gloster! hence the sage's aim,
The peaceful Arts, the Classic Muse;
AIR AND CHORUS..
No common cause, no vulgar sway
Now, Gloster, claim thy gen'rous zeal-
Thee have the marshall'd hosts of France
Thine was the soldier's fearless glow,
And thine the skill that watch'd around;
The laurel gave, though Fortune frown'd ;
The modest Virtues on thy steps attend→→
Pursue thy course!-an honest fame is thine-
Say, why should Dutchesses engross our tongues
ON Tuesday last, the Dowager Lungs, the most eminent Ballad Singer within the bills of mortality, gave her annual rout, at her wooden villa, in Tothill Fields, to all the fashion, beauty, and genius of the vicinity.
When the chimes of Westminster were announcing the death of day, the company began to arrive in taxed carts, buggies, and caravans. On alighting from their carriages, the parties were severally served with an antediluvian offering of gin and gingerbread, which the hostess delivered herself, with her accustomed dignity and grace. The saloon of her cottage ornée was aptly decorated (like the interior of the Luxembourg Palace) with the progress of individual heroism on the naval side were the graven adventures of Kyd the Pirate; and on the land side were those of the dauntless, and, we trust, inimitable Jerry Abershaw. The niches of the apartment were filled with bottles of rum, aniseed, and Deady's proof gin; and, "not to speak it profanely," many a pair of ruby lips smacked with ecstacy, as they condescended (a niodish phrase) to taste their contents, in rapid succession, and quick time!
In the potatoe-garden, au derriere, a beautiful awning was erected: this was iluminated at each corner with parish lamps, and covered with two pair of dow las sheets, to shield the votaries of pleasure from the chilling dews of the evening. When the company were seated, Dr. Bosky, a local Pedagogue (who officiated as the arbiter pro tempore, as he was the only visitor who had gone through the vulgar drudgery of learning
learning to read), proposed to recite an Ode to his Tom Cat, which he had written in Sapphic measure, for the particular amusement of the Ladies. As the proposition passed nem. con. the rusty Author hemmed, stroked his cravat with symptoms of l'amour propre, and thus pompously began:
Who drives the mice away from Cheshire cheeses ?
Who, like a Lord, in Pleasure's rosy bower,
Who creeps, by night, along the Bridewell walls,
Who claims sweet modesty's unsullied meed?
We lost the remaining stanzas of this matchless and delectable ode, because the covesse (hostess) threw a killing frown towards the ardent Bard, as significant that her delicacy had been invaded by the figurative, tenour of the last verse; on which he prudently aban doned the recitation, and slunk, blushing, into the ranks of the beau monde !
Joe the Sandman now entertained the ladies with a comic imitation of the courtship of two cats in a gutter, in the manner of the celebrated Mr. Lath, the Comedian; after which Mr. O'Blarney vociferated the famous old Irish ballad of
"As my true-love and I went huffing together."