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FASCICULUS 
 
 " All grain wants winnowing. 
 There hangs a chaff about it, barn-door dust, 
 Cobwebs, small insects." 
 
 And some gleaners find 
 That their whole bundle proves but little else — 
 Scarce worth the winnowing. 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION ONLY, 
 
 AT THE CHISWICK PRESS. 
 
 1869. 
 

 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 
 
 i. 
 
 ESTMINSTER Abbey . 
 
 Original . 
 
 Page 
 
 
 
 5 
 
 
 
 II. Beaumont Churchyard Original 
 
 i- 
 
 «5s5*^5 
 
 III. The Tomb 
 
 Tra nslated fro m 
 the French 
 
 
 
 IO 
 
 IV. 
 
 St. John's College Chapel 
 
 Original . 
 
 1 1 
 
 v. 
 
 A Story of Venice . 
 
 Original 
 
 14 
 
 VI. 
 
 The Bust of Aristotle 
 
 From the Chan- 
 
 
 
 
 cellor de V Hospital 
 
 17 
 
 VII. 
 
 Anticipation of Evil 
 
 From Sir T. Moi\ 
 
 iS 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Prudens futuri temporis, &c 
 
 The same 
 
 19 
 
 IX. 
 
 Anticipation of Evil 
 
 The same 
 
 19 
 
 X. 
 
 The Covetous Man . . 
 
 The same 
 
 20 
 
 XI. 
 
 Familiarity with Princes 
 
 The same 
 
 21 
 
 XII. 
 
 Tlie Slippery Debtor 
 
 The same 
 
 22 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Perpusillus 
 
 The same 
 
 -4 
 
 XIV. 
 
 The Astrologer . 
 
 The same 
 
 ?4 
 
 XV. 
 
 Gallo-Mania . . 
 
 The same 
 
 25 
 
 XVI. 
 
 The Clerical Aspirant 
 
 The same 
 
 28 
 
 XVII. 
 
 The Portly Priest 
 
 The same 
 
 29 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 The Courtier and the Peasant 
 
 7'he same 
 
 3° 
 
 XIX. 
 
 The Deceptive Looking-Glas; 
 
 The same 
 
 31 
 
 X 
 
 X. 
 
 The Brunette 
 
 The same 
 
 31 
 

 CONTENTS. 
 
 
 N.i. 
 
 
 
 Page 
 
 XXI. 
 
 The Hour-Glass 
 
 From /heron. 
 
 
 
 
 Amaltheus 
 
 • 3 2 
 
 XXII. 
 
 An Evil Conscience 
 
 From the Greek 
 
 3 2 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 Gold 
 
 The same 
 
 33 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 The Slothful . 
 
 The same 
 
 33 
 
 XXV. 
 
 Weary of Life 
 
 The same 
 
 34 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 The Gout . 
 
 The same 
 
 34 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 The Dyed Hair 
 
 The same 
 
 35 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 Epitaph on a Pugilist . 
 
 The same 
 
 35 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 To and Argus . 
 
 Original 
 
 36 
 
 XXX 
 
 Posthumous Fame. 
 
 From A/artial 
 
 36 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 The Suicidal Fugitive 
 
 The same 
 
 37 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 The Young Lady " of the 
 
 
 
 Period" . 
 
 The same 
 
 37 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 The Fawning Flatterer 
 
 From y. 0~<oen 
 
 3S 
 
 XXXIV. 
 
 Gellia learning Grammar 
 
 The same. 
 
 39 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 The Lady and her Lookir 
 
 >g- 
 
 
 
 glass . 
 
 The same 
 
 . 40 
 
 XXXVI. 
 
 The Cynic 
 
 From the French 
 
 ■ 41 
 
 XXXVII. 
 
 The Barber's Wit 
 
 Original 
 
 42 
 
 XXXVIII. 
 
 The Poor-law Guardian 
 
 Original . 
 
 43 
 
 XXXIX. 
 
 The Shell and the Cen- 
 
 
 
 
 tipede 
 
 Original 
 
 44 
 
 XL. 
 
 The Railway Guard 
 
 Original 
 
 • 47 
 
 XLI. 
 
 The too-short Sermon 
 
 From Baron 
 
 
 
 
 Aldcl'SOll 
 
 4« 
 
WESTMINSTER ABBEY. 
 
 STRANGER, wandering forth one 
 
 sunny day, 
 Glad to escape the din of crowded 
 streets, 
 
 Sought those twin towers of grey, that overtop, 
 In grave and silent majesty, the roofs 
 Of Western London. 
 
 'Twas the hour of prayer ; 
 A soft and solemn chant was streaming slow 
 From the inner quire. And, save himself, but one 
 Stood there to break the spell of solitude,— 
 
6 FASCICULUS. 
 
 A man of mark, whose forehead arch'd and high, 
 And pallid features, caught the wand'ring gaze, 
 And fixed it. He it was, who in sweet verse 
 Unravell'd all the mystic links that form 
 The chain of Memory. 
 
 As he slowly moved 
 Over the dust of poets, tracing, one by one, 
 The deathless names of ages long gone by, 
 Wrapp'd in the pleasures which himself had sung, 
 Methought how justly might he whisper now, 
 Touch'd with the pride of conscious brotherhood, 
 " Forsitan et nostrum nomcn miscebitur istzs." 
 
 ^55-jreS^ 
 
 On receiving a copy of these lines Rogers sent 
 to the writer the following acknowledgment : — 
 
FASCICULUS. 7 
 
 " Sir, 
 
 " Many thanks for the honour you have 
 done me, — an honour I little deserve. 
 
 •' What remains of me here, when I am gone, will 
 most probably, and very soon, be deposited in a 
 country churchyard. ' But wherever my grave 
 may be, you will not, I am sure, if by chance 
 you come that way, pass by it with an ungenerous 
 feeling. 
 
 " Samuel Rogers." 
 
 "St. James's Place, 
 " Sept. 20, 1839. 
 
 1 When this was written Rogers was about 76. He died 
 at the age of 92, and was interred in a family vault at 
 Homsey. 
 
FASCICULUS. 
 
 II. 
 
 THE CHURCHYARD OF BEAUMONT, 
 ESSEX. 
 
 HI EEST thou this grassy mound ? Now raise 
 thine eyes, 
 Look onward to the distant sea, and trace 
 The fringing line of breakers, as they whiten 
 The entrance to our bay. 
 
 Some while ago 
 It chanced that he who raised this house of prayer, 
 Who taught God's truth within its walls, and who 
 Now sleeps beneath its shade, — it chanced that he, 
 The pastor much-beloved, 1 stood with his friend 
 On the same spot where we now stand, and gazed, 
 As we do, on the seaward spectacle. 
 
 1 The Rev. W. R. Browell, Rector of Beaumont, and 
 Rural Dean ; once Fellow and Tutor of Pembroke College, 
 
 Oxr.jrd. 
 
FASCICULUS. 9 
 
 The friend remark'd that such a scene as this 
 To minds contemplative fit theme suggests 
 For wholesome thought. Afar, the restless sea 
 Chafing itself, its murmur scarcely heard ; 
 Close by, the church, with long and deep-drawn roof, 
 Tall trees o'er-hanging. Not a sound to break 
 The sacred stillness save the murmuring sea. 
 
 The other said, " To me the thought occurs, 
 That while I see afar in those white waves 
 An emblem of the world's turmoil, that chafes 
 Continuously without, I see more close, 
 Even here before my feet, the grassy turf, 
 Where one day will be found my resting-place." 
 
 # # * * # 
 
 That resting-place he now has found. 
 
FASCICULUS. 
 III. 
 
 THE TOMB. 
 
 From the French. 
 
 HE Tomb said to the Rose, 
 
 " O flower of love, 
 Where are the tears that dewy morn on thee 
 Sheds from above?" 
 
 The Rose said to the Tomb, 
 
 " Grave, tell me this : 
 Where are the souls that daily disappear 
 
 In thine abyss?" 
 
 The Rose replied, " O sad 
 
 And dismal Tomb, 
 Out of those tears I do distil 
 
 A sweet perfume." 
 
 The Tomb replied, " O flower 
 
 Blushing and bright, 
 ( )ut of the souls that come to me, I make 
 
 Angels of light." 
 
FASCICULUS. 
 
 IV. 
 
 ON THE DISCOVERY OF CERTAIN REMAINS 
 
 OF AN ANCIENT HOSPITAL, 
 
 in preparing for the site of the new chapel 
 
 of st. John's college, Cambridge. 
 
 IX hundred years ago, 1 as legends tell, 
 Yon deep-set windows lighted up a room* 
 Where, side by side, each on his lowly bed, 
 Sick men were laid, — and listen'd as they lay, 
 To voices chanting praise, or uttering prayer 
 In the adjacent oratory. — Thus 
 The " sick, infirm, and poor'' found refuge here, 
 And bless'd the name of pious Henry Frost, 
 Six hundred years ago. 
 
 1 The Hospital of St. John the Evangelist was founded for 
 the reception of poor, sick, and infirm persons by Henry 
 Frost, a burgess of Cambridge. 
 
 2 A large, long hall, having at the eastern end an oratory, 
 shut off by a screen. 
 
12 FASCICULUS. 
 
 At length a change, 
 A sweeping change — in this the self-same room, 
 Where sick men lay, horses are stall'd and fed :' 
 Rude stamp of groom is heard along the floor, 
 Where foot of nurse and leech had gently trod ; 
 And other voices heard than voice of prayer. 
 
 And now another change— This angular spot, 
 Pierced through with labyrinthine passages 
 Tortuous and dark, was added as a suburb 
 To the great college planted by its side. 2 
 Fresh-coloured freshmen, hardy lads o' the north, 
 Cheerful as larks, within their dusky rooms 
 Wrought out distinction. Here their starting-place 
 Into the busy world. 
 
 Now, on the spot 
 Where sick men lay, where horses neigh'd, and where 
 The aspiring student trimm'd his midnight lamp, 
 Where stands yon shatter'd wall, a house of prayer 
 
 ' In 1560 the long hall, or infirmary, was converted into 
 a stable for the horses of the Master of the College. 
 
 In 15S7 the building was divided into students' rooms, 
 and the external wall faced with red brickwork. 
 
FASCICULUS. 13 
 
 Will rear its form majestic. Strains of praise 
 Will peal aloft in solemn harmony, 
 And prayer again be said, as it was said 
 On the same spot, six hundred years ago. 
 
 And may the worshippers in that fair pile, 
 Think of the gift of pious Henry Frost : 
 Think how he loved the " sick, infirm, and poor;" 
 And think of One, who said to each of us, 
 " Go, and do likewise.'' 
 
 1866. 
 
14 FASCICULUS. 
 
 V. 
 
 A TRADITIONARY STORY 
 OF VENICE. 
 
 See Marsden's " Travels of Marco Polo J' p. xvi. 
 
 HREE strangers came to Venice — men they 
 
 were, 
 Much travel-worn : and though they spake 
 
 the tongue 
 Of Venice, 'twas with accent barbarous 
 And idiom strange. Mean was the garb they wore, 
 And much unlike the garb of Italy. 
 A mansion in the street Chrysostomo, 
 Where the great Polo family once dwelt, 
 They claim to be their own. For they allege 
 That in that family they stand the chief, 
 To wit Maffeo, Nicolo, and Marco ; 
 Who, four and twenty years ago left Venice 
 For the far East, and long were deem'd as dead. 
 But that they were the very Nicolo, 
 
FASCICULUS. 15 
 
 Maffeo, Marco, was by many doubted. 
 
 None recognised their features, and they seem'd 
 
 A sorry group to grace the halls of Polo. 
 
 Howe'er that was, the strangers gave a feast, 
 
 Inviting thereto all the Polo tribe ; 
 
 And when the guests were gather'd, these three 
 
 men 
 Came forth to join them from an inner room, 
 Array'd in princely robes of crimson satin. 
 These having doff'd, a second time they came, 
 Array'd in crimson damask. Then in velvet : 
 And so sat down to meat. 
 
 When that was o'er, 
 They doff d the velvet also ; and in garb 
 Apparell'd like the rest, sat down among them. 
 Meanwhile the crimson robes, satin, and damask, 
 And velvet, taken piece from piece, were shared 
 By the retainers present. Marco, then, 
 Brought out three suits of fashion nondescript, 
 Coarse, mean, and threadbare ; being the very dress 
 In which, two months before, the travellers 
 Had come to Venice. These they cut and hack'd, 
 
J 6 FASCICULUS. 
 
 Rending the seams, off-stripping with the knife 
 Lining and patches. 
 
 Thence flow'd forth apace, 
 As from an open'd sluice, a stream continuous 
 Of rubies, sapphires, precious carbuncles, 
 Diamonds and emeralds. 
 
 In mute amaze 
 The guests look'd on. A heap of wealth untold 
 Lay piled before them. And they own'd at last, 
 That men, who by their own stout arm and prudent 
 
 head 
 Had won such wealth as this, though mean the 
 
 garb 
 In which they came to Venice, must be men 
 Of mark, and worthy of that noble house, 
 Of which they claimed to be the chief: to wit 
 Maffeo Polo, Nicolo, and Marco. 
 
FASCICULUS. 
 VI. 
 
 THE BUST OF ARISTOTLE. 
 
 From the Chancellor de V Hospital. 
 
 ' HIS face of mine, as I am told, 
 Recalls yon Stagyrite of old. 
 They tell me too, the likeness fits 
 
 In taste, pursuits, and eke in wits. 
 
 So say the poets, who with ease, 
 
 Make fibs and fictions as they please ; 
 
 But they who scan me o'er and o'er 
 
 Allow two points and nothing more. 
 
 Mine head so bald, my brows so white, 
 
 Further, they see no Stagyrite. 
 
FASCICULUS. 
 
 VII. 
 
 THE FOLLY OF ANTICIPATING 
 EVIL. 
 
 From Sir Thomas More. 
 
 OOL ! thy bosom thus to fill 
 With boding fears of future ill. 
 If it cometh not, 'tis plain 
 Thou hast suffered needless pain, 
 If it come, however sore 
 Troubles press'd on thee before, 
 Thou hast added one grief more. 
 
FASCICULUS. 19 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Prudens futuri temporis exitum 
 Caliginosa nocte premit Deus. 
 
 Horace. 
 
 From Sir Thomas More. 
 
 ITH but one month to live, thy soul 
 Would sink to earth. 
 To-morrow thou may'st die, and yet 
 Thou'rt full of mirth. 
 
 IX. 
 ANTICIPATION OF EVIL. 
 
 From Sir Thomas More. 
 
 GRIEVE not for the dead : 
 
 I grieve for some I see, 
 Living men tortured with the dread 
 
 Of evil yet to be. 
 
FASCICULUS. 
 
 X. 
 
 BEWARE OF COVETOUSNESS, 
 WHICH IS IDOLATRY." 
 
 From Sir Thomas More. 
 
 VARUS chuckling o'er his pelf 
 His days in dreaming passed. 
 Death woke him up, — he found himself 
 How poor a man, at last ! 
 
FASCICULUS. 
 
 XL 
 
 FAMILIARITY WITH PRINCES. 
 
 From Sir Thomas More. 
 
 Est quiddam in nobis pnresentiens atque divinans. 
 
 HOU boastest access free to kingly ears, 
 Jesting with royalty in sportive mood : 
 Just so men sport with the tamed lion's 
 brood, 
 Withouten harm, though not withouten fears. 
 
 From cause unknown grim fury 'gins to chafe, 
 And in thy sporting sudden death ensues. 1 
 Pleasure like thine, though great, I would refuse; 
 
 Less pleasure choosing, an' I find it safe. 
 
 1 On one occasion, when the King had been walking for 
 an hour in the garden, with his arm round Sir Thomas 
 More's neck, which was a degree of familiarity seldom shown 
 even to Cardinal Wolsey, More remarked ; — " Notwithstand- 
 ing all this, if my head would win him a castle in France, it 
 would not fail to be struck off." 
 
FASCICULUS. 
 
 XII. 
 
 THE SLIPPERY DEBTOR. 
 
 From Sir Thomas More. 
 
 TYNDAL, there was once a time, 
 
 A pleasant time of old, 
 Before thou cam'st a borrowing, 
 
 Before I lent thee gold, 
 
 When scarce a single day did close 
 But we, mine ancient friend, 
 
 Were wont, as often as I chose, 
 A social hour to spend. 
 
 But now, if e'er perchance we meet, 
 
 Anon I see thee take 
 Quick to thine heels adown the street, 
 
 Like one who sees a snake. 
 
FASCICULUS. 23 
 
 Believe me, for the dirty pelf 
 
 I never did intend 
 To ask ; and yet, spite of myself, 
 
 I must, or lose my friend. 
 
 To lose the money I consent, 
 
 So that I lose not thee ; 
 And thee to lose I am content, 
 
 If safe the money be. 
 
 With or without it, pray return, 
 
 I take thee nothing loth ; 
 But, sooth, it makes my spirit yearn 
 
 Thus to resign you both. 
 
 If thou returnest not, at least 
 
 Return the money due ; 
 And I to thee shall then return 
 
 A long and last adieu. 
 
FASCICULUS. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 PERPUSILLUS. 
 
 From Sir Thomas More. 
 
 ¥pS8?« EARY of life, the tiny elf 
 
 A cobweb found, and hung himself. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 THE ASTROLOGER. 
 
 From Sir Thomas Jl/on . 
 
 HE crowd proclaim thee wondrous wise, 
 ''If, out of all thy prophecies, 
 
 I 
 
 One only proveth true, 
 lie, Fabianus, always wrong. 
 Then will I join the gaping throng 
 And hail thee prophet too. 
 
FASCICULUS. 
 
 XV. 
 
 GALLO-MANIA. 
 
 From Sir Thomas More. 
 
 FRIEND and chum I have, called Lalus, 
 who 
 
 Was born in Britain and in Britain bred. 
 And though by seas, by manners, and by speech, 
 We islanders are sever'd from the French, 
 Lalus holds British ways and fashions cheap, 
 Doting upon the French. 
 
 He struts about 
 In cloaks of fashion French. His girdle, purse, 
 And sword are French. His hat is French. 
 His nether limbs are cased in FreneJi costume. 
 His shoes are French. In short, from top to toe 
 He stands the Frenchman. 
 
 Furthermore, he keeps 
 One only servant : This man, too, is French ; 
 
 D 
 
26 FASCICULUS. 
 
 And could not, as I think, e'en by the French, 
 Be treated more in fashion of the French. 
 Lalus ne'er pays him wages, — that is French ; 
 He clothes him meanly, — that again is French ; 
 Stints him with meagre victuals, — that is French ; 
 Works him to death, — and this again is French ; 
 Belabours him full oft, — and that is French. 
 And in the street, the market, every place 
 Where men resort, delights in sorry French 
 To chide the knave ; knowing as much of French 
 As parrots know of Latin. If he speak 
 Though but three little words in French, he swells, 
 And plumes himself on his proficiency. 
 And his French failing, then he utters words 
 Coin'd by himself, with widely-gaping mouth 
 And sound acute, thinking to make at least 
 The accent French. 
 
 With accent French he speaks the Latin tongue, 
 With accent French the tongue of Lombardy, 
 To Spanish words he gives an accent French, 
 German he speaks with the same accent French. 
 In truth, he seems to speak with accent French 
 
FASCICULUS. 
 
 27 
 
 All but the French itself. The French he speaks 
 With accent British. 
 
 In short, of all the fopperies of France 
 He is an Ape,— a very Ape. 
 
28 FASCICULUS. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 HINTS TO THE CLERICAL 
 ASPIRANT. 
 
 From Sir Thomas Afore. 
 
 O ill thou chantest, one might almost deem 
 Thee destined as the lord of some rich 
 
 see; 
 So well thou readest, one can never dream 
 
 Aught better than thou art that thou wilt be. 
 Chanting and reading well, in simple troth, 
 If thou would'st thrive i' the Church, eschew them 
 both. 
 
 m 
 
FASCICULUS. 29 
 
 XVII. 
 
 THE PORTLY PRIEST. 
 
 From Sir Thomas More. 
 
 UCH knowledge puffeth up, thou say'st, 
 And what thou say'st is true ; 
 But, looking at thy breadth of waist, 
 Scant knowledge doth it too. 
 
30 FASCICULUS. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 THE COURTIER AND THE 
 PEASANT. 
 
 From Sir Thomas More. 
 
 ISMOUNTING with a lordly air, 
 Hl^l " Hold me this horse, you fellow there," 
 A courtier cried. As if afraid 
 T'advance a step, the peasant said, 
 " Good sir, an' I be not too bold, 
 That rampant steed can one man hold?" 
 " Ay, one can do't." " If so it be, 
 Hold him thyself, no need of me !" 
 
FASCICULUS. 
 
 3i 
 
 XIX. 
 
 THE DECEPTIVE LOOKING-GLASS. 
 
 From Sir Thomas More, 
 
 ELLIA, thy looking-glass is all a snare : — 
 If it told true, 
 A second time therein thou would'st not 
 dare 
 Thyself to view. 
 
 XX. 
 
 TO THE SAME LADY. 
 
 From Sir Thomas More. 
 
 M 
 
 ELLIA, the man is wrong who calls thee 
 dark : 
 Who calls thee black, is nearer to the mark. 
 
32 FASCICULUS. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 THE HOUR-GLASS. 
 
 From Hieron. Amalthetis. 
 
 HE dust that trickles through this glass, 
 Marking the moments as they pass, 
 Was once Alcippus, who, combust 
 By Galla's lightning, shrank to dust. 
 Ill-fated dust, thus doom'd to prove. 
 No rest remains to those who love. 
 
 XXII. 
 AN EVIL CONSCIENCE. 
 
 From the Greek. 
 
 HORT is life's whole career to those 
 
 Who think and act aright. 
 But wicked men will find an age 
 E'en in one single night. 
 
FASCICULUS. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 GOLD. 
 
 From the Greek. 
 
 OLD ! thou sire of sordid flatt'ry. 
 Gold, with wasting care begot ! 
 Always fearful, he who holds thee ; 
 Fretful, he who holds thee not. 
 
 XXIV. 
 THE SLOTHFUL. 
 
 From the Greek. 
 
 N gaol the slothful Marcus lay, 
 
 With charge of crime no longer press'd, 
 Rather than rise and walk away, 
 He closed his eyelids, and confess'rl 
 
34 FASCICULUS. 
 
 XXV. 
 
 WEARY OF LIFE. 
 
 From the Greek. 
 
 &-^K3' IS here I Dionysius lie 
 
 Mil 
 
 Evil my days have been and few ; 
 I passed through life without a wife, 
 Oh that my sire had done so too ! 
 
 XXVI. 
 THE GOUT. 
 
 From the Greek. 
 
 %r^j0- ERE rests a miserable elf, 
 
 > Wj/W Who able scarce to move himself, 
 
 Lived on in gouty plight. 
 And yet, the long and weary road, 
 That leads to Pluto's drear abode, 
 He travell'd in a night. 
 
FASCICULUS. 35 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 SECRETS OF THE TOILET. 
 
 From the Greek. 
 
 ICYLLA dyes her hair : who would have 
 thought it ? 
 Not so : the hair was dyed before she 
 bought it. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 EPITAPH ON A PUGILIST. 
 
 From the Greek. 
 
 O Ajax, grateful ever 
 
 His comrades placed this stone, 
 For of them all he never 
 So much as wounded one. 
 
FASCICULUS. 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 10 WATCHED BY ARGUS. 
 
 Original. 
 
 MASTER'S eye, 'tis said in Greek, 
 Will make the ox grow fat and sleek. 
 One eye does this: I've sometimes wondered 
 What Io grew beneath the hundred. 
 
 XXX. 
 POSTHUMOUS FAME. 
 
 I-rom Martial. 
 
 (^Scc^ 
 
 f,HE Poet's meed Vacerra deigns to give 
 
 ^J|Sj| To none that live ; 
 
 And yet to please Vacerra scarce would I 
 Consent to die. 
 
FASCICULUS. 37 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 THE SUICIDAL FUGITIVE. 
 
 From Martial. 
 
 ANQUISH'D, he fled ; and slew himself 
 while flying, 
 How strange, from death to save one's 
 self by dying ! 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 THE YOUNG LADY " OF 
 THE PERIOD." 
 
 From Martial. 
 
 AULA fain would marry Priscus : 
 She is wise, I trow. 
 Priscus will not marry Paula : 
 Priscus, wise art thou. 
 
3S FASCICULUS. 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 THE FAWNING FLATTERER. 
 
 Fro?n y. Own. 
 
 <r%S< : f'ON fawning dog, to coax his master's eye, 
 His tail doth wag oft and continuously ; 
 
 While man, the sole one nature's tribes 
 among 
 Who lacks a tail, fawning doth wag his tongue. 
 
FASCICULUS. 39 
 
 XXXIV. 
 
 TO GELLIA, LEARNING 
 GRAMMAR. 
 
 From y. Owen. 
 
 F that which teacheth how to talk be 
 Grammar, 
 As wise men tell ; 
 For thee 'tis useless o'er its rules to hammer, — 
 Thou know'st it well. 
 
4° 
 
 FASCICULUS. 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 THE LADY AND THE LOOKING- 
 GLASS. 
 
 From J. Owen. 
 
 ^/'vi" ; r HEN in the glass thy face thou viewest, 
 Suffer not pride to creep within ; 
 For, bright, yet fragile, fair, yet fleeting, 
 Thou and thy glass are near akin. 
 
 Jr.. 
 
FASCICULUS, 41 
 
 XXXVI. 
 
 THE CYNIC. 
 
 From the French. 
 
 N all the world I find nought good ; — 
 So say'st thou in thy jaundiced mood. 
 Write verse, my friend. 
 For never yet was man, but could 
 In his own verse find somewhat good. 
 
42 FASCICULUS. 
 
 XXXVII. 
 
 THE BARBER'S WIT. 
 
 Original. 
 
 f?/i't£ HEN barber King shaved lordly Pretyman, 
 I !^Ufii| " Nut every one,'' the latter straight began, 
 " Like you can boast to have shaved a 
 bishop." " True," 
 The barber said, " neither, my lord, like you 
 Can every bishop boast so rare a thing 
 As to be shaved, as you are, by a king !" 
 
 The incident above recorded took place at Ay^coughfee 
 Hall, Lincolnshire. 
 
FASCICULUS. 
 
 43 
 
 XXXVIII. 
 
 THE POOR-LAW GUARDIAN. 
 
 Original. 
 
 EN EAT H this stone a man doth lie, 
 Who strove the flesh to mortify, 
 Wearing away, to skin and bone, 
 Other men's bodies, — not his own. 
 
44 FASCICULUS. 
 
 XXXIX. 
 
 THE SHELL AND THE 
 CENTIPEDE. 
 
 Original. 
 
 " Then apply 
 Its polish'd lips to your attentive ear; 
 And it remembers its august abodes, 
 And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there!" 
 
 W. S. LAN DOR. 
 
 DOUBTLESS a man of taste thou art, 
 Loving in Fancy's realm to wander. 
 Perhaps thou knowest well by heart 
 These lines of Walter Savage Landor. 
 
 And sometime, when thou see'st a shell, 
 ' A sinuous shell of lustre pearly," 
 
 Thou may'st incline to try the spell, 
 Ami prove its power auricular!}'. 
 
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 But pause awhile, and think upon 
 This true and rather thrilling story : 
 
 For danger lurks, I'll prove anon, 
 In such a shell as that before ye. 
 
 A sailor boy, the widow's son, 
 
 Dwelling hard by in cottage shady, 
 
 Just such a shell as that brought home, 
 A present to the parson's lady. 
 
 And that same evening, tete-d-tete, 
 As wise as any goose and gander, 
 
 Sposo and she began to prate 
 
 First on the shell, and then on Landor. 
 
 Of course they duly tried the spell, 
 And put to test the poet's notion ; 
 
 Of course they heard its murmurs tell 
 Of the " august abodes " of ocean. 
 
 But lo ! his reverence starts aghast ; 
 
 What horror in that look is spoken ! 
 Adown with stroke convulsive cast, 
 
 Both shell and spell at once are broken. 
 
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 For 'tween those "polish'd lips" he sees 
 A sight to set one's flesh a-creeping, 
 
 Grimly from its " august abode " 
 A huge brown centipede is peeping. 
 
 The monster, born in warmer clime, 
 By Northern air nipt-up and frozen, 
 
 Preparing for a winter's nap, 
 
 For his snug berth this shell had chosen. 
 
 And now, enliven'd by the warmth, 
 His hundred legs in motion horrid 
 
 He fain would try ; thinking himself 
 Once more beneath the zone so torrid. 
 
 Then all who take up shells like these, 
 With pearly tints and hues of coral, 
 
 One moment listen, if you please, 
 To hear this simple story's moral. 
 
 The poet's craft we all respect, 
 
 The spark divine, we don't deny it, 
 
 All that they state may be correct ; 
 But pray be cautious ere you try it ! 
 
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 XL. 
 
 THE RAILWAY GUARD. 
 
 Original. 
 
 ON smiling guard, like Watts's bee, 
 " Improves each shining hour, 
 
 Gathering sweet honey all the day,' ; 
 
 Half-crown or shilling, as he may, 
 " From every opening flower.'' 
 
 The semblance of Pope's spider too, 
 
 He doth withal combine : 
 From morn to night still on the go, 
 For ever gliding to and fro, 
 
 He " lives along the line." ' 
 
 " The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine, 
 Feels at each thread, and lives along the line." 
 
 Essay on Man, Ep. i. p. 2 1 S. 
 
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 XLI. 
 
 THE TOO-SHORT SERMON. 
 
 From a Cambridge Prize Epigram, by Baron Aldersou. 
 
 CERTAIN grave divine 1 before the court 
 A sermon preach'd of power and pith, yet 
 short. 
 
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 The Queen, admiring, told him how that she 
 In all he said one only fault could see, 
 Its shortness. " Yet, had time been at my will," 
 The preacher said, " 'twould have been shorter still. 
 
 1 Tillotson. 
 
 CHIMVICK TRESS: PRINTED T.V WHITT1NGHAM AND NTLKINS, 
 TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE. 
 
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