tate?" and how can another, whose peculiar distinction is "Honourable," be a sorry turn-coat ? The lines are evidently no more than an ingenious riddle, the meaning of which (if it has any) we honestly confess we have not been able to discover. SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS. BY LORD BYRON. Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star! That show'st the darkness thou can'st not dispel, So gleams the past, the light of other days, Which shines, but warms not, with its powerless rays, A night-beam sorrow watcheth to behold, Distinct, but distant; clear-but, oh how cold! IMITATED. TO THE HONOURABLE Son of the faithless! melancholy rat! How like art thou to him remembered well, Clever, but callous; shrewd-but tame and cold. K ENGLISH MELODIES. No. V. THE Leader's Lament," which we lay before our readers, in this number, is a happy imitation of the lines, which have within this day or two appeared, entitled "Fare thee well," and attributed to the pen of Lord BYRON; and we think we may venture to say, that though our imitation does not crawl servilely on all fours, it possesses almost as much tenderness and pathos as the original:* THE LEADER'S LAMENT. BY THE RIGHT HON. GEORGE PONSONBY. Fare ye well-and if for Easter Still for Easter fare ye wellTill the call ye now released are, 'Gainst the Serjeant none rebel. * I have not thought it necessary to reprint this original, for several reasons. -E. On those seats no longer snore ye, While that placid sleep came o'er ye, Would, before the Session's over, Then at last they might discover Though I may grow rather prozy, Why must you, the first, get dozy? * Mr. Ponsonby on some occasion had used the word snouch, with what meaning is not clear.-E. |