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TENNYSON.

Thy verse is like rich music to the ear;
E legant, tender, sweet, thy varied lays
Now soft as lute, or as the clarion clear,
Now pensive as some song of olden days.
Young fancy revels in thy poet dreams,
S teeped in such melody of words as none
Of elder laureate bards have poured-it seems
Now like Eolian strains from breezy zephyrs won.

DICKENS.

Delightful Novelist! loved by youth and age,
In many-colored life how rich thy page!
Comic, pathetic scenes alike to thee;
Kindliest benevolence in all we see,

E nnobling humble worth and struggling poverty.
No sickly sentimental trash we find;

Sweet sympathy pervades thy bright, thy glowing mind.

OLIVER'S IMPROMPTU.

OLIVER, a sailor and patriot, with a merited reputation for extempore rhyming, while on a visit to his cousin Benedict Arnold, after the war, was asked by the latter to amuse a party of English officers with some extemporaneous effusion, whereupon he stood up and repeated the following Ernulphus curse, which would have satisfied Dr. Slop* himself:

Born for a curse to virtue and mankind,

Earth's broadest realm ne'er knew so black a mind.

Night's sable veil your crimes can never hide,

E ach one so great, 'twould glut historic tide.

Defunct, your cursed memory will live
In all the glare that infamy can give,
Curses of ages will attend your name,
Traitors alone will glory in your shame.

A lmighty vengeance sternly waits to roll
Rivers of sulphur on your treacherous soul:
Nature looks shuddering back with conscious dread
On such a tarnished blot as she has made.

Let hell receive you, riveted in chains,
Doomed to the hottest focus of its flames.

Tristram Shandy.

ALLITERATIVE ACROSTIC.

THE following alliterative acrostic is a gem in its way. Miss Kitty Stephens was the celebrated London vocalist, and is now the Dowager Countess of Essex :—

S he sings so soft, so sweet, so soothing still

That to the tone ten thousand thoughts there thrill;

E lysian ecstasies enchant each ear

Pleasure's pure pinions poise-prince, peasant, peer,
Hushing high hymns, Heaven hears her harmony,—
Earth's envy ends; enthralled each ear, each eye;
Numbers need ninefold nerve, or nearly name,

Soul-stirring STEPHENS' skill, sure seraphs sing the same.

CHRONOGRAMMATIC PASQUINADE.

On the election of Pope Leo X., in 1440, the following satirical acrostic appeared, to mark the date

MCCCCX L.

Multi Coci Cardinales Creaverunt Cœcum Decimum (X) Leonem.

MONASTIC VERSE.

THE merit of this fine specimen will be found in its being at the same time acrostic, mesostic, and telestic.

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The following translation preserves the acrostic and mesostic, though not the telestic form of the original:

In glory see the rising sun,

Illustrious orb of day,

Enlightening heaven's wide expanse, Expel night's gloom away.

So light into the darkest soul,
Uplifting Thy life-giving smiles
Sun Thou of Righteousness Divine,

JESUS, Thou dost impart,
Upon the deadened heart:
Sole King of Saints Thou art.

THE figure of a FISH carved on many of the monuments in the Roman Catacombs, is an emblematic acrostic, intended formerly to point out the burial-place of a Christian, without revealing the fact to the pagan persecutors. The Greek word for fish is 7005, which the Christians understood to mean Jesus Christ, the Son of God, the Saviour,-the letters forming the initials of the following Greek words :—

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THE names of the male crowned heads of the extinct Napoleon dynasty form a remarkable acrostic :

Napoleon, Emperor of the French.

I oseph, King of Spain.

Hieronymus, King of Westphalia.
I oachim, King of Naples.

Louis, King of Holland.

RACHEL.

RACHEL, on one occasion, received a most remarkable present. It was a diadem, in antique style, adorned with six jewels. The stones were so set as to spell, in acrostic style, the name of the great artiste, and also to signify six of her principal rôles, thus:

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Wir Weiber Wollten Wohl Weiße Wäsche Waschen Wenn Wir Wüßten Wo Warm Wasser Wäre.

MASONIC MEMENTO.

The following curious memento was written in the early part

of last century :-
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M-Magnitude, Moderation, Magnanimity.
A-Affability, Affection, Attention.

S-Silence, Secrecy, Security.

O-Obedience, Order, Economy.

N-Noble, Natural, Neighborly.

R-Rational, Reciprocative, Receptive.

Y-Yielding, Ypight (fixed), Yare (ready).

Which is explained thus:

Masonry, of things, teaches how to attain their just Magnitude.

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It makes us, to things indifferent,

To what is absolutely necessary, perfectly

Economy.

Noble,

Natural,

Neighborly.

Rational,

Reciprocative,

Receptive.

Yielding,

Ypight,

And to do all that is truly good, most willingly Yare.

NEWS-CABAL.

THE word News is formed from the initials of the points of the compass, North, East, West, South. The word Cabal is similarly formed from the names of the unpopular ministry of Charles II., Clifford, Ashley, Buckingham, Arlington, Lauderdale.

THE BREVITY OF HUMAN LIFE.
Behold, alas! our days we spend:
How vain they be, how soon they end!
BEHOLD

How short a span

Was long enough of old

To measure out the life of man;

In those well-tempered days his time was then Surveyed, cast up, and found but threescore years and ten. ALAS!

What is all that?

They come and slide and pass Before my tongue can tell thee what. The posts of time are swift, which having run Their seven short stages o'er, their short-lived task is done. OUR DAYS

Begun, we bend

To sleep, to antic plays

And toys, until the first stage end;

12 waning moons, twice 5 times told, we give
To unrecovered loss: we rather breathe than live.

WE SPEND

A ten years' breath
Before we apprehend

What 'tis to live in fear of death;

Our childish dreams are filled with painted joys
Which please our sense, and waking prove but toys.
HOW VAIN,

How wretched is

Poor man, that doth remain

A slave to such a state as this!

His days are short at longest; few at most;
They are but bad at best, yet lavished out, or lost.
THEY BE

The secret springs

That make our minutes flee

On wings more swift than eagles' wings! Our life's a clock, and every gasp of breath Breathes forth a warning grief, till time shall strike a death.

HOW SOON

Our new-born light

Attains to full-aged noon!

And this, how soon to gray-haired night;
We spring, we bud, we blossom, and we blast,
Ere we can count our days, our days they flee so fast.

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