So fraught with amusement before
Tasso, Dante, and even the sages,
Once pleasing, are pleasing no more.
When I walk on the banks of the Mole,
Or recline 'neath our favourite tree,
As the needle is true to the pole,
So my thoughts still concentre in thee.
Old Time moves so slow, he appears,
"With age quite decrepit," to crawl;
And days seem now lengthen'd to years,
Before we shall meet--at your ball.
DAFT JAMIE.
* * * * *
RETROSPECTIVE GLEANINGS.
* * * * *
(_To the Editor of the Mirror._)
Having occasionally (during my lucubrations) marked out sundry
choice excerpts, quips, and quiddities, from a variety of authors, I
shall, with your permission, submit to the reader an occasional
chapter, with a few original remarks, &c., which I hope will prove
agreeable.
JACOBUS.
POSTURE MASTERS.
It is now a-days extremely common to style the tumble-down-dick exploits or
posture masters, balancers, conjurers, &c. an art. To ridicule such an
abuse of the term by applying it to mere adroitness, skill in trifles, and
labour-in-vain performances, Quinctilian gives us this merry
instance--"Qualis illius fuit, qui grana ciceris ex spatio distante missa,
in acum continue, et sine frustratione inserebat; quem cum spectasset
Alexander, donasse eum dicitur leguminis modio--quod quidem praemium fuit
illo opere dignissimum.
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