And the pale smile of Beauties in the grave,
The charms of other days, in starlight
gleams

Of amatory egotism the Tuism,
Which further to explain would be a truism. Glimmer on high; their buried locks still

She look'd, and saw him pale, and turn'd
as pale
Herself; then hastily look'd down, and

mutter'd Something, but what's not stated in my tale. Lord Henry said, his muffin was ill butter'd; The Duchess of Fitz-Fulke play'd with her veil,

And look'd at Juan hard, but nothing utter'd All there was as he left it: still his taper Aurora Raby, with her large dark eyes, Burnt, and not blue, as modest tapers nse, Survey'd him with a kind of calm surprise. Receiving sprites with sympathetic vapour ; He rubb'd his eyes, and they did not refuse Their office; he took up an old newspaper; The paper was right easy to peruse; He read an article the King attacking, And a long eulogy of "Patent Blacking."

But seeing him all cold and silent still, And every body wondering more or less, Fair Adeline inquired, "If he were ill?" He started, and said, "Yes no rather yes." The family-physician had great skill. And, being present, now began to express This savour'd of this world; but his hand His readiness to feel his pulse and tell The cause, but Juan said, "He was quite well."

shook

He shut his door, and after having read

“Quite well ; yes; no."These answers were "Jest!" quoth Milor, "Why, Adeline, you

With this same legend),-"if you but design And whether for good, or whether for ill,

He flits on the bridal eve;

As did the Cynic on some like occasion;

And 'tis held as faith, to their bed of death, Deeming the Sage would be much mortified,

He comes-but not to grieve.

When an heir is born, he is heard to mourn,
And when aught is to befal
That ancient line, in the pale moonshine
He walks from hall to hall.
His form you may trace, but not his face,
'Tis shadow'd by his cowl;

But his eyes may be seen from the folds
between,

And they seem of a parted soul.

Or thrown into a philosophic passion,
For a spoil'd carpet-but the "Attic Bee"
Was much consoled by his own repartee.

Thus Adeline would throw into the shade
(By doing easily whene'er she chose,
What dilettanti do with vast parade),
Their sort of half-profession : for it grows
To something like this when too oft dis-
play'd,

And that it is so, every body knows,
Who have heard Miss That or This, or
Lady T'other,

But beware! beware! of the Black Friar, Show off to please their company or mother.

He still retains his sway,

For he is yet the church's heir
Whoever may be the lay.

Amundeville is lord by day,

But the monk is lord by night.

Nor wine nor wassail could raise a vassal
To question that friar's right.

wires

Died from the touch that kindled them to

Oh! the long evenings of duets and trios!
The admirations and the speculations;
The "Mamma Mia's!" and the "Amor
Mio's!"

The "Tanti palpiti's" on such occasions:
The "Lasciami's," and quavering "Addio's!"
Amongst our own most musical of nations;
With Tu mi chamas's" from Portingale,
To soothe our ears, lest Italy should fail.

In Babylon's bravuras-as the home
Heart-ballads of Green Erin or Grey High-
lands,
That brings Lochaber back to eyes that

roam

O'er far Atlantic continents or islands,

The lady's voice ceased, and the thrilling The calentures of music which o'ercome All mountaineers with dreams that they are nigh lands. No more to be beheld but in such visions,And the pause follow'd, which, when song Was Adeline well versed, as compositions.

sound;

Not so her gracious, graceful,gracelessGrace, And much was talk'd on all sides on that The full-grown Hebe of Fitz-Fulke, whose head;

There was a modern Goth, I mean a Gothic
Bricklayer of Babel, call'd an architect,
Brought to survey these grey walls, which
though so thick,

defect;

And therefore Juan now began to rally
His spirits, and without more explanation,
To jest upon such themes in many a sally.
Her Grace too also seized the same occasion, Might have from time acquired some slight
With various similar remarks to tally,
But wish'd for a still more detail'd narration Who, after rummaging the abbey through
mystic Friar's curious doings,
About the present family's deaths and
wooings.

Of this same

thick

And thin, produced a plan, whereby to erect
New buildings of correctest conformation,
And throw down old, which he call'd res-
toration.

The cost would be a trifle-an "old song"
Set to some thousands ('tis the usual burthen
Of that same tune, when people hum it
long)-

The price would speedily repay its worth in
An edifice no less sublime than strong,