LINES ON MRS. GRAHAM IN THE COURT OF ALDERMEN. Inclosed in a Letter to Lady Blessington. "She fell on a slope land, Said Alderman Copeland. That duke is a man sly,* Said Alderman Ven The Duke of Brunswick, the companion of the æronaut. Aldermanic Latin, from the English word air. I saw it the hills on, You're talking too harsh all, Said Alderman Marshall. Your tone will alarm her, Said Alderman Harmer. Then hush, don't affront her, JAMES SMITH. "8th Sept., 1836." "18 Austin Friars, Thursday morning. "It will give me great pleasure to join your party at the Adelphi Theatre this evening, provided I can shake off a stiff neck, which I obtained by riding yesterday in a Paddington omnibus. The 'air' proceeded from a quarter uncongenial to singers, namely, from the back of the head in lieu of the inside of the throat. I, as a melodist, ought to have known that Horace long ago warned the sons of song from venturing in such vehicles-'Omnibus hoc vitium est Cantoribus.' JAMES SMITH." "27 Craven Street, Monday, September 13th, 1836. "Mrs. Torre Holme (whom we last night likened to Minerva) has a daughter Emily, now at Ramsgate, but soon to return to Shere. This premised, read the following: "EMILY: A MYTHOLOGICAL SONNET. "Round Thanet's cliff disputing naiads twine; Invokes for thee her death-averting sire, But hark! maternal love from inland shire, A goddess calls thee; hearken and obey. Severe Minerva bids thee halt not here, And woos thee homeward to the shades of Shere. "I have sent a copy of this to the goddess, apprising her of her installation. "Your faithful and devoted JAMES SMITH." "I send you a report. "REX. V. WARD. "Saturday (P.M., 1836). "This was an indictment for projecting a pier into the River Medina, at Cowes.'-Morning Herald. "Debrett the wondrous fact allows, You'll find it printed in his book: The pier that stemm'd the tide at Cowes, JAMES SMITH." "27 Craven Street, Monday, 26th September, 1836. "I have accidentally alighted upon the foundation of Madame de Staël's 'Corinne'-Dodsley's Annual Register, 1776, Chronicle, p. 176, 31st August. They have a custom at Rome of solemnly crowning extraordinary poetical genius in the Capitol: nor is the honor confined to men. Porfetti and Petrarch were the last Italian poets who obtained it. This day it was conferred on a young lady of the name of Morelli Fernandez, called Corilla Olympia by the Academy of the Arcades, who had long gained the admiration of Italy by her extempore verse on any subject proposed. She was conducted to the Capitol by the Contessas Cardelli, Dandini, and Ginessi. The Chevalier Jean Paul de Cinque placed the laurel upon her head,' &c. "I wish Madame de Staël had retained the original name. Corinne is debased (at least to English ears) by Swift's Corinna, Pride of Dunbar, not to mention Curll's Corinna. JAMES SMITH." "September 27th, 1837. EPIGRAM TO COMTE D'ORSAY. J. S." LETTER FROM HORACE SMITH TO LADY BLESSINGTON. "Tunbridge Wells, June 27th, 1843. "DEAR MADAM,-Your ladyship's last letter has been forwarded to me at this place, and I deeply regret to learn that you have been such a sufferer lately, both from ill health and the more trying privation of relations so dear to you. Most sincerely do I hope that your early convalescence, and the healing influence of time, will completely restore your usual spirits. "Never having had the honor of seeing Lady Arthur Lennox, I fear that I could hardly do her justice in attempting to illustrate her portrait; and it would be a bad compliment to trust to my imagination for lines that can not be other than encomiastic. "Not having my papers with me here, I have nothing to offer as a substitute, so I have scribbled a few lines of the prescribed shortness, which, if you think them worthy insertion in your Annual, are very much at your ladyship's service. I have the honor to remain yours very faithfully, "HORATIO SMITH. Though mingled with alloy, We throw not gold away; That's blended with decay! ΜΟΝΙΜΙΑ. BY ONE OF THE AUTHORS OF "REJECTED ADDRESSES." TO LADY BLESSINGTON. "A sorrow has shadow'd thy heart, A thorn in that bosom is set; To speak is, in time, to forget. How freely a man of my years May talk with a woman of yours! I see that I truly have scann'd The cause of thy sad discontent; All speak of a feeling distress'd, Alas! that Adversity's storms Thy happy horizon should cloud! That finest of faces enshroud. To hear thee thy sorrow relate, My long-dormant feelings hath wrung; I heed not the rich and the great, But I feel for the lovely and young. All tokens of memory shun; 309 H. S." [No date.] |