he has still boldly kept on his career of glory, unmoved by the brutum fulmen of this parliament-man's oratory, or the perilous pop-gun of this press-gang man's ridicule. However, great as may be his philosophy, he is not exempted from all the emotions of inferior beings; and he sometimes feels the "venom of the shaft," when he would not shrink from "the vigour of the bow." In a moment when a tender melancholy was mingled with the conscious pride with which he looked upon his great progeny of architectural creations, he produced the following sportive imitation of Gray's celebrated Ode to Eton College:" * See Catalogue of Academy, 1820. The name of the Superior of the College, in perpetuo. See, where in Palace-yard below This mocks my PASSAGE, that my DOME, And beardless students, cramm'd and jamm'd, To each his sufferings-all great men, The HOUSE Some day MUST rise, The BOARD OF WORKS yet pays its fees- We will add nothing to the force of this production, but a votive prayer : Lo! thy great empire Cadmus is restored ;— Rules fly before thy all-creating word ; Mighty Restorer, stretch thy teeming hand, O.M-R.H. We have parodied the conclusion of the Dunciad, having vainly attempted to translate four lines of some (to us) unknown language, with which Van der Von Bluggen terminates an eulogy upon his discoveries : Citypa Vhlaa ih ir chi Mrpb om A ta Bah, Mncire oyonl tnyhvs. woa ti tahas bihml iae Esalbecy: le a Jes Nseahn -sn Jh CAF hbww MMVKDWWO! 464 WHAT YOU WILL. No. IV. FRAGMENT. I. Beside my nightly fire With whom awhile I held Such converse light and cold And unresponding hearts could entertain. Of her, his love, his hope, His solitary joy, The light of his still heart: Of her, to whom alone, As by a spell laid open, His deep-fraught soul discloses The stores of love and beauty, that lie hid He is gone and all is still, Save tread of passing foot, Or the light flickering of the dying fire, II. O Silence! image of eternity! Sent to this lower sphere To teach our grovelling souls The awful joy of thought! Thou that art strength and freedom, loosing us O potent Silence! thou that wrappest us And opening to our sight the world within: In thy divine embrace; |