For ever and anon she threw But that I lived, and was released Her due return; while she was gone "She came with mother and with sire- May see our coursers graze at ease A bed nor comfortless nor new BEPPO, A VENETIAN STORY. ROSALIND. Farewell, Monsieur Traveller: Look, you lisp, and wear strange suits; disable all the benefits of your own country; be out of love with your Nativity, and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are; or I will scarce think that you have swam in a GONDOLA. As You LIKE IT, Act. IV. Sc. I. Annotation of the Commentators. That is, been at Venice. which was much visited by the young English gentlemen of those times, and was then what Paris is now-the seat of all dissoluteness. 'Tis known, at least is should be, that | The moment night with dusky mant throughout All countries of the Catholic persuasion, Some weeks before Shrove Tuesday comes about, The people take their fill of recreation, And buy repentance, ere they grow devout, However high their rank, or low their station, With fiddling, feasting, dancing, drinking, masking, And other things which may be had for asking. Covers The skies (and the more duskily the better The time less liked by husbands than bi lovers Begins, and prudery flings aside he fetter; And gaiety on restless tiptoe hovers, Giggling with all the gallants who bese her; And there are songs, and quavers, roaring humming, Guitars, and every other sort of strumming nd there are dresses splendid, but fantast- | And therefore humbly I would recommend "The curious in fish-sauce," before they ical, asks of all times and nations, Turks and Linds of dress, except the ecclesiastical, Therefore take heed, ye Freethinkers! I charge ye. You'd better walk about begirt with briars, cross The sea, to bid their cook, or wife, or That is to say, if your religion's Roman, And you at Rome would do as Romans do, According to the proverb, – although no man If foreign, is obliged to fast; and you, Phlegethon with every mother's son, bubble The boil'd your bones, unless you paid them double. why they usher Lent with so much | glee in, more than I can tell, although I guess In the stage-coach Of all the places where the Carnival They've pretty faces yet, those same Grecians, Whose tints are truth and beauty at their best; And when you to Manfrini's palace go, That picture (howsoever fine the rest) Is loveliest to my mind of all the show: d thus they bid farewell to carnal dishes, And that's the cause I rhyme upon it so, It may perhaps be also to your zest, Take for forty days on ill-dress'd fishes, And self; but such a woman! love in life! had lid meats, and highly spiced ragouts, "Tis but a portrait of his son, and wife, Base they have-no sauces to their stews, "pishes," Love in full life and length, not love ideal, And several oaths (which would not suit No, nor ideal beauty, that fine name, the Muse) From travellers accustom'd from a boy But something better still, so very real, same; She was a married woman; 'tis convenient, | And could not sleep with ease alone at Because in Christian countries 'tis a rule night; To view their little slips with eyes more She deem'd the window-frames and shutters lenient; Whereas if single ladies play the fool, (Unless, within the period intervenient, A well-timed wedding makes the scandal cool) I don't know how they ever can get over it, Except they manage never to discover it. Her husband sail'd upon the Adriatic, And made some voyages, too, in other seas, And when he lay in quarantine for pratique (A forty days' precaution 'gainst disease), His wife would mount, at times, her highest attic, For thence she could discern the ship with ease: He was a merchant trading to Aleppo, He was a man as dusky as a Spaniard, Wa deem'd a woman of the strictest But several years elapsed since they had met, Some people thought the ship was lost, and some That he had somehow blunder'd into debt, And did not like the thoughts of steering home; And there were several offer'd any bet, Orthat he would, or that he would not come, Fermost men (till by losing render'd sager) Hall back their own opinions with a wager. Tis said that their last parting was pathetic, And Laura waited long, and wept a little, His heart was one of those which most | But "Cavalier Servente" is the phrase Used in politest circles to express |