olden impression of that story was made some time ago in Drury or Covent Garden (I forget which) but the clumsy motions of the Glums and Gauries-those I think are the names were no more like the graceful, airy glidings of our boy-hood's Peter Wilkins than I to Hercules; and but for the inimitable drollery of that first-rate comedian Keely, the piece, notwithstanding the great expense at which it was brought out, would have been decidedly a failure! Get up a confession of boyish faith-I mean such a one as in my time would not have had a single dissenter— and I am satisfied you will not procure an affirmative to any one article. The creed has lost its worshippers; beautiful and romantic as it was its era has passed away, its shrines are mouldering into ruins, its altars are overthrown, its memories are almost departed; yet it is sweet, though sad, to dwell amongst its dilapidated and decaying monuments, and conjure up the tender and touching associations that still fondly linger around them. 306100 ELEGIAC STANZAS. To When I have reached that resting place I journeyed o'er life's stormy wave— Wil't cheer my latest longest night, And shed thy influence o'er my grave. Let those I neither shunn'd or sought SONG. AIR-" There's nae luck about the house." When friends are met, and goblets pour'd, And gladness rules the soul, If woman were not near. Then, fill the highest, brightest cup Oh! twine us flowers, of rosy wreath, Rich as the sighs young maidens breathe, And pure as virgins' vows: Bring sweets, of dews and sunbeams wove Ere evening's shadows fall, Then, bring, oh! bring us woman's love- And fill the highest, brightest cup, &c. I've seen ambition's bubbles burst, But love-fond, faithful, woman's love Will linger to the last. Then, fill the highest, brightest cup, &c. Send, send the hallowed goblet round, To woman's love the cup is crowned, Then, fill the highest, brightest cup Nulli se dicit mulier mea nubere malle, Quam mihi; non si se Jupiter ipse petat. CATULLUS CARMEN, LXX. My Lesbia vows no other love Than I should ever taste her charms, Though Jove should leave his heaven above She says it but a woman's oath, |