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We would propose a subject to Mr. Bloxham, and, indeed, to many of 

 our modern poets ; and we do not know that it would not be well to insti- 

 tute a prize for the successful competitor. Let the poem be called " The 

 Murder of Time ;" and they might then not only write the poem, but also 

 (the name of the poem constantly recurring to the mind) be pretty certain 

 of doing the deed as they went on. 



But what are we to say of Mr. Bloxham's " Minor Poems ?" Why, we 

 shall say that they are worthy of the author of " Paradise Regained." 

 Here is an exquisite little gem all tenderness and feeling ! 



TO ANNA, 



ON SEEING HER UNEXPECTEDLY AT A PUBLIC ASSEMBLY. 



" Ah why, my heart, that bursting throb,, 



Why this fever in my veins 

 Ah, wherefore is that maddened sob, 



Tell me what this tumult means ! 



" Ah, wherefore is that thrilling shock, 



Why my brain be all on fire 

 Ah, why my knees, convulsive, rock, 



What emotion such inspire ! 



" Ah, why my trembling limbs refuse 



Their tottering load to bear 

 Why mists and clouds my sight suffuse, 



Objects, all, confusion wear ! 



" 'Tis she herself! ah, see that face 



Once it fondly beamed on me, 

 'Tis she herself, her every grace, 



Oh, help ! I faint ." 



Oh ! that last line ! There is undoubted genius in the conception of that 

 last line. We can imagine the author vainly scratching his head for the 

 concluding rhyme, and so, in a glorious burst of poetic phrenzy, immor- 

 talizing the scratch upon paper. 



But if, in the elegant-sentimental, Mr. Bloxham has thus shewn himself 

 beyond compare, not less remarkably successful has he proved himself in 

 the plaguy-funny. Here is a specimen : 



EPIGRAM 



On the Correspondence which took place between the Earl of Mount -Cashel and 

 the Bishop of Ferns. 



" The loss of Ferns as his Suffragan 



May Dublin's Bishop weep, 

 For Arch-Cashel in his diocese 



Doth visitation keep. 



" Nor this be all the change to mourn, 



What further do we see 

 The temporal Lord become the spiritual, 



The spiritual temporal be." 

 Oh! 



HISTORY OF BRITISH COSTUME. LIBRARY OF ENTERTAINING 

 KNOWLEDGE. LONDON, 1834. 



This work is published under the superintendence of the Society for the 

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