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Listen, gentle Madeline!
And we will pitch our pleasant tent
Or if thou lovest to recline
And if thou wilt, young Madeline,
AN EXTEMPORE WISH.
Si j'étais la feuille que roule
L'aile tournoyante du vent,
Et qu'on suit de l'oeil en rêvant:
Chez la blanche fille a l'ail noir,
I wish I were the balmy breeze
That playeth with yon Summer rose,
flower that blows.
Farewell to bower and myrtle tree;
A red rosé dearer far to me.
A NEW FACT IN NATURAL MAGIC.
WRITTEN AFTER A
BALL AT HUNTINGDON.
A witch! the fancy turns me pale
As that white rose on Lady Bagot; I thought that good Sir Matthew Hale
Had sent the last witch to the fagot.
And yet they flourish still it seems!
(Oh, pray Lord Brougham prove the error!) And vision shining through my dreams
Foretell another reign of terror;
Sir Walter's handsome Jewess*; And lips, like those that look so glowing,
In that sad book-The Monk of Lewis!
And eyes so full, and blue, and sunny,
Are gazing kindly into mine; Bright as those of Mrs. Honey
(A simile, mind, Madeline.)
Coral lips I'm sure between;
Heard sweeter from the Fairy Queen.
Like pleasant noise of Summer rain; Or from a twilight bower the sound
“Good night! but come again!"
They walk for ever by my side,
Fair witches! with their merry glances; And just the cheeks to bloom in rhyme,
Or meet by moonlight in Romances. They walk with me where'er I go,
On Summer mornings, Summer eves; I open Chitty's page, and-lo!
A spirit in the leaves!
. Rebecca in Ivanhoe.
Oh, wondrous change! oh, magic power!
What glory on the earth hath broke? The King's-Bench blooms into a bower,
And Beauty rises out of Coke.
In vain I turn each learned
page; And ponder Sugden o'er and o’er; Or muse upon this wicked age,
Or sport my double oaken door*. In vain I flee from them, and shut
Myself up in some bowery vale;
O'Connell from his Tail!
Some spell by Bishop or Clementi.
Is nothing to a witch at twenty!
* Every Cambridge man knows the luxury of a sported (i.e. closed) door. There is, indeed, a particular knock, not to be mistaken by a practised ear, against which it is peculiarly efficacious.
A WORD WITH PROFESSOR SEDGWICK
STUDIES OF THE UNIVERSITY.
“ Why, sir, a gentleman from the University stays below to speak with you."-Yorkshire Tragedy, 1619.
All who are acquainted with Professor Sedgwick were prepared to expect from his pen an eloquent account of the studies of this University, and of the spirit in which they ought to be pursued: and all who have read his Discourse, know how fully these anticipations have been realized. It is hoped that the following remarks, suggested by its perusal, will be received in a spirit similar to that which has dictated them. The writer has no private interest to promote; he would gain nothing from any change, except, indeed, a sensation of pleasure at beholding the removal of what appear to him imperfections and impediments.
In the Discourse, the studies of the University are divided into three branches.
1st. The study of the laws of nature, comprehending all parts of inductive philosophy.
2ndly. The study of ancient literature.