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life: its most unaccustomed scenes are succeeded by novelties more unexpected; the transitions and the changes in its situations are rapid and brilliant; admiration is attracted by the lustre of dazzling possession, and rapture elicited in the delight of luxurious gratification. But the splendor of the pageant serves only to disguise its own unsubstantial and transitory nature, since the next stage of existence reduces the aspiring and unequal thoughts of man to a level with the sober realities of common life. He now discovers the capriciousness of accidental intimacy; the possibility of friendships being obliterated; the warmth of feeling frozen into courteous formality; and the unaffected zealous eagerness of regard checked and bridled into managed condescension. He sees men looking abroad into the world with circumspect reserve and deliberate caution, reposing confidence in no assistance and fidelity but their own-themselves the little centres of their narrow systems, the sole objects of their solicitude and labour. Under such impressions, without great violence, he may in some respects compare such a state of society to that of the ancient Barons, when “ every man's house was his castle," and his sword the only means which the occasion and the law allowed him for defence. He may, indeed, think himself free from personal violence, at least possessed of sufficient remedies for such abuses ; but he will discover a painful reality, that he is scarcely free from insidious circumvention, and barely protected from treacherous importunity; he may be stung by the lifeless adder, which he had imprudently warmed on his hearth; he may be plundered by the houseless steward, to whose hands he had confided the advancement and preservation of his wealth. From this sickening view of worthlessness and corruption, he will look with transport to the days that are gone, when the advanced experience of life had not as yet disclosed the alloy which lurked beneath so brilliant, yet so slight a covering, so near the surface; the brightness of which was so speedily tarnished, and the substance so easily worn away. He will find the consolation of this bitter season, in early recollections connected with former pleasures,
unsullied and without alloy ; far different from those transitory enjoyments, so happily compared to the crackling of burning thorns, the sound of which is just heard as it is silenced—the flame just seen as it sinks into ashes.
From such prospects we have ventured to remove the veil which the thoughtlessness of boyhood spreads across the range of its vision. If their aspect is calculated to check impatience for that freedom from restraint, which presents itself with unreal attractions to the imagination; if their description tends to recall the fancy from that eccentricity to which it had been propelled in search of treasures without value, and objects without existence, to its natural course, or determine the relative proportion of happiness and misery allotted to the young and to the old—we sball rest satisfied with the picture we have drawn; and in the hope that it will attach the memory and the affections of those for whom it is designed, to the scenes and associations of their early days, we are content to resign it to their hands, without adding another embellishment, which may endanger the reputation, or weaken the impression of our labour.
I've danc'd with Fanny fifty times,
I've laugh'd with Susan fifty more,
And Boileau, Milanie, Fodor.
A younger came, with angel mien,
A dovelike eye, and heart so free-
Or seeing, never ceas’d to see!
EDITH! o'er the waters blue
When you see this shady scene,
By the power thou hast to grieve me-
O'er the waters when I ride,
Yet one-yet another kiss!
“ For sbe in shape and beauty did excel
A look as blithe, a step as light,
She saw and conquered; in her eye
Already many an aged dame, Skilful in scandalizing fame, Foresaw the reign of Laura's face, Her sway, her folly, and disgrace. Minding the beauty of the day More than her partner, or her play :“ Laura a beauty ?-flippant chit ! I vow I hate her forward wit!” (“ I lead a club”)—" why, Ma'am, between us, Her mother thinks her quite a Venus ;
But every parent loves, you know, To make a pigeon of her crow.” “ Some folks are apt to look too highShe has a dukedom in her eye.” “ The girl is straight,” (“ we call the ace,") « But that's the merit of her stays.” “ I'm sure I loath malicious hintsBut-only look, how Laura squints.' “ Yet Miss, forsooth,”—(“ who play'd the ten?") “ Is quite perfection with the men ; The flattering fools--they make me sick," (" Well-four by honours, and the trick.”)
While thus the crones hold high debate,
The circling waltz and gay quadrille
The first his futtering heart to lose,