388 SONNET. 



" He can't have nothin' without he leaves the valley." 



" Here, I never likes to be hard," said my new companion, 

 turning to me, t6 Chuck this ere blanket over yourself, and paddle." 



"Paddle?" 



" Aye ! morris ! Cut your stick. Cause you arn't down in the 

 inwentory" 



" Inventory ? Where, where am I ? '' 



" Vhere are you ? Vhy, in the Clarence Hotel, vhat's took in 

 ^execution for nineteen pound six and a tanner !" 



Enveloped in the proffered blanket, I procured a hackney-coach, 

 and was jolted home. Some days afterwards, I learnt that the 

 infernal card found in my pocket directed the people in the doctor's 

 shop to the place I had rushed from with such horror, and there I 

 was deposited. 



What could have made me so infatuated with the heroine of 

 Kensington Gardens ? Was it her beauty ? No, she was decidedly 

 plain ! Was it the pint of sherry and mutton chops ? No, that was 

 my usual luncheon, and would have operated in the same manner 

 before. It was the locality the place the scene. Hence I ever 

 have, and ever will maintain to the last extremity, " that the only 

 place for falling in love is Kensington Gardens." 



UDOLFHO. 



[The first part of this paper, which is ingenious enough, induced 

 us to publish it. It is however objectionable towards the end. 

 There can be no excuse for the vulgar expressions of some of the 

 characters. We hope Udolpho will in future purify his style. ED.] 



SONNET. 



ALONE upon the beach I see thee stand ; 



The Wind is in his cradle, and the Sun 



Laughs on the tides that ripple as they run, 

 Glancing ten thousand smiles from sea to strand ; 

 The brawling waves are hurrying on to land 



With jealous haste to kiss thy heedless feet ; 



And many a white sail droops its flagging sheet 

 Scarce by the sleepy breeze to motion fann'd. 

 Thine eye meanwhile o'er all the pomp ofheav'n 



Roaming, on nought around thee rests its ray ; 



And thy fond thoughts are lingering far away 

 With him to whom thy plighted love is given ! 

 And I must watch thee nurse the joyous dream, 

 Yet wear a "smile" and be aught but the thing I seem 



T. 



