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"A Boldtehv—now behold him

Wild on his race to start,
Full of pomp and pride and vanity,—

All skilful in the art
Of setting off his person

With brotdered belt and plume,
While the colours of his lady-love

His scart andcrest illume.
With casque, and helm, and breastplate,

AnA knightly pennon spread, 0! warlike is his hearing now

And proud his soldier tread.

"Full of strange oaths!" This suitcth

The spirit of his Ay;
Rough language,—just to show the man

Of mettle on the stage.
Bold in his martial bravery,

He has earned the right to swear.
And to hang his good sword at his side

With a formidable air!
While "bearded like thc pard'' his Hp

Has lost its boyish red, i And o'er the very fierce mustache

The raven's hue is spread.

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"Jealous in honour;'' truly i

It is the soldier's toast;
Who takes his precious name in vain,

Tltat recreant is lo-t:
Touch but his reputation

By harmless word or jest,
And straight he threatens broken bones,

A battered helm.and crest.
The code of honour calls him out

To fight in honour's name,
And in his foe's best blood he wipes

The insult from his fame.

* Sudden and quick in quarrel:"

His fiery, feverish eye,
The angry flush on cheek and brow,

Warn you of danger nigh.
Hasty of speech and violent,

He hath not will, nor power 178

To take upon him the restraint

That waits a cooler hour.
Again he tries his trusty steel.

And little carcth he,
Come loss or gain: in dying vcl l

For him is victory!

"The bubble reputation

Sought in the cannon's mouth How burns the thirst for glory

hike a consuming drought. His foot is in the stirrup.

On his heel the shining spur:
Clad in armour for the battle

Wildly his pulses stir,
At the ringing steps of warriors

All clad in glittering mail—
The bugle's blast,—the trumpet's note—

Borne on the morning gale.

The sounding clarion calls " tn arm.-"—

The Soldier's heart beats huh,
For he dreams of conquest and renown.

Of a name that shall not die.
On, to the combat! mark

The quick tramp of his stood:
In the vanguard of the stormy fight

Doth the gallant rider lead!
Mid shivered shield and lance.

And the deep-mouthed cannon's boom. Where the heart of battle burns and Meeds

Like a snow wreath floats his plume.

Now a closing group of foes

Has hid him from our sight:
A moment—and he clear s his path

In the thickest of the fight.
Send forth tciumphal sounds

Across the gleaming plain— The exulting shout of victory

Till the echoes ring again:

—Bear the dead soldier gently

Upon his blood-stained shield:
Well has he fought his first good fight

And won his first good field!

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I Dreamt a Court of Literature existed,

Although the Justice did not quite possess
The attributes with which Will ha,* invested

The character judicial. Yet 'twas lew
His fault than that of others. Fate assisted—

Feed in Li him on the drippings of the press—
Faro not so eligible to grow gray !pon

As Shakespeare's holly-lining of fat capon.

Such as he was, however, he had plenty

Of causes rich, among the literati— Sometimes ten quarrels per week, and sometimes twenty,

Tho worst on't way, with so much business, that InHad nearly starved—tho "genus" boing scanty

Of all but bile. So that, instead of fat, he
Grew lean and pined for want of proper feeding—
Remember, 'tisn't law of which you're reading!

Of aii the cases, queer, grotesque, and merry.
That came before this JuMice starved and lean.

Was one whose circumstances were so very
Peculiar, that its history should be seen.
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In New York city lived the culprit, where he

Before tho public, bound, had often been.
Here he employed himself in spoiling pap?r.
And wasting gas-light—which he called a taper.

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Th" crime with which tliis wretched man was charged Was "/or improving Shakespeare,"— that, whereon. ; Wherefore, and inasmuch, as he'd enlarged I Tho text of the immortal hard upon, '(Though thousands of the crime have been discharged.; By his next friend, the Justice, did the Swan Set up his cause of action; and demanded That the offender with low felony In* branded.

The canse was heard in Sirtaiii's Magarin^

And many were the pros and cons delivered By counsel grave and reverend, I ween.

Who into atoms one another shivered. The jury toward the culprit seemed to lean. Although 'twas evident the Justice differed. f t At length the verdict came—list while I tcil't ye, . "Wo find the prisouer at tho bar Not aViltt!"

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