I need not ask thee if thy hand, when armed, Ere Romulus and Remus had been suckled: Long after thy primeval race was run. Thou couldst develop, if that withered tongue Might tell us what those sightless orbs have seen, Still silent, incommunicative elf! Art sworn to secrecy? then keep thy vows; But prithee tell us something of thyself; Reveal the secrets of thy prison-house. Since in the world of spirits thou hast slumbered, What hast thou seen what strange adventures numbered? Since first thy form was in this box extended, We have, above-ground, seen some strange mutations: The Roman Empire has begun and ended; New worlds have risen, we have lost old nations, Didst thou not hear the pother o'er thy head, And shook the pyramids with fear and wonder If the tomb's secrets may not be confessed, A heart has throbbed beneath that leathern breast; Statue of flesh ! immortal of the dead! Why should this worthless 'tegument endure, In living virtue, that when both must sever, THE THEATRE. BY G. C. (From "Rejected Addresses.") HORACE SMITH. "T IS sweet to view, from half-past five to six, At first, while vacant seats give choice and ease, Hark! the check-taker moody silence breaks, Swift rides the rosin o'er the horse's hair! Murmurs the hautboy, growls the hoarse bassoon; Tang goes the harpsichord, too-too the flute, Winds the French horn, and twangs the tingling harp; Attunes to order the chaotic din. Now all seems hushed- but, no, one fiddle will What various swains our motley walls contain!— With pence twice five-they want but twopence more; And sends them jumping up the gallery stairs. Yet here, as elsewhere, Chance can joy bestow, In Holy-well Street, St. Pancras, he was bred Silence, ye gods! to keep your tongues in awe, Pat Jennings in the upper gallery sat, Two shillings for what cost, when new, but four? Or till half-price, to save his shilling, wait, John Mullens whispers, "Take my handkerchief." "Thank you," cries Pat; "but one won't make line." "Take mine," cried Wilson; and, cried Stokes, "Take mine." A motley cable soon Pat Jennings ties, Where Spitalfields with real India vies. Like Iris' bow, down darts the painted clew, Stained, striped, and spotted, yellow, red, and blue. Old calico, torn silk, and muslin new. George Green below, with palpitating hand, JAMES SMITH. VOL. XVII. — -82 JOHN SMITH. SMITH, (Captain) JOHN, famous English adventurer and colo nist; born at Willoughby, Lincolnshire, January, 1579; died at London, June 21, 1631. He was one of the founders of Virginia, who in 1607 settled in Jamestown. He was an energetic, restless spirit who had the welfare of Virginia sincerely at heart, but was better fitted for roaming in search of adventure than for the sober business of colonization. The famous story of the saving of his life by Pocahontas, here given from "The Generall Historie," does not occur in the earlier "True Relation," and for that reason has been questioned by some historians. It is, however, accepted in the main by Mr. John Fiske in his "Virginia and her Neighbors" as also by some other historical critics. His writings include “A True Relation of such Occurrences and Accidents of Note as hath Passed in Virginia" (1608); "A Map of Virginia" (1612); "Description of New England" (1616); "New England's Trials" (1620); "The Generall Historie of Virginia" (1624); "An Accidence, or Pathway to Experience" (1826), reprinted in 1627 as "The Seaman's Grammar;" "The True Travels of Captain John Smith" (1630). ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN JOHN SMITH IN VIRGINIA. Ar last they brought him to Weronocomoco, where was Powhatan their Emperor. Here more than two hundred of those grim Courtiers stood wondering at him, as he had beene a monster; till Powhatan and his trayne had put themselves in their greatest braveries. Before a fire upon a seat like a bedsted, he sat covered with a great robe, made of Rarowcun skinnes, and all the tayles hanging by. On either hand did sit a young wench of 18 or 19 yeares, and along on each side the house, two rowes of men, and behind them as many women, with all their heads and shoulders painted red; many of their heads bedecked with the white downe of Birds; but every one with something: and a great chayne of white beads about their necks. At his entrance before the King, all the people gave a great shout. |