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ORIGINAL POETRY. 
BEAUTY’s EYES: 
( *A SONNET. 
Hew’ delicately pencil’d are thiose 
“+ chieeks, 
Where'thepalélily strugeleswith the rose, 
And those’ bright’ eyes, from which young 
) Daylight breaks, f 5:4 
Owhat acharm, a radiance, they disclose. 
Expressiou’s thrones of light, with angry 
beam, - . 
Too oft some love-frail heart they dis- 
compose, 
And she who owns them,—ah, capricious 
_ gueen,— 
Too well their power, their fascination, 
knows ; 
Yes, they are diamonds, lent by smiling 
heaven, : 
The very atmosphere they seem t’illume; 
Capid’s rich glowing gems, bright ‘* day- 
stars’ given, © bss ‘ 
Lovelier than) hazels. glittering in ripe 
Deletion 20s, cvansich 
Then, fond admiring man, in Celia’s eyes 
Behold a miniature of Paradise, 
Cullum-stiect. ENORT, 
an ey, MADRIGAL, 
De lauriers immortels mon front est 
couronné 3 
Sur d'illustres tivanx j’emporte la victoire; 
Rien ne manqueroit a ma gloire, 
Si Louis, ce héros si grand, si fortuné, 
Applaudissoit ‘au ‘prix qu’ Apollon m’a 
donné:) ©" Mad. Deshoulidres. 
6. 269 TRANSLATION. 
Immortal wreaths my brow adorn, 
“And noble rivals yield the day; 
Allthumble contest hence I scorn, 
And wing mg flight in glory’s way, 
If Lonis, whose illustrious wame- 
‘_ Embalm’d in every heart shall live, 
Will but decree my deathless fame, 
And sanction what the Muses give. 
_ Brampton. Academy. LL, 
THE MODERATE REFORMER. 
FRIEND to half-measures, tinker of the 
_. State, ps 
Who boasts corruption to eradicate 
By a mere mock-reform, call’d moderate ! 
ow acts the wretch, who to the doctor 
_ shows flat 
His'crown of pimples and his falling nose, 
‘Then erics, “In wercy, save me from dis- 
09 grace, ; : 
Ab, make this tottering nose to keep. its 
tows DIACE rio dii so: 
$o that in publie I may show my face?” 
He feels thro’ ey'ry bone the poison steal, 
Vet madly trfés to bear it, and conceal. 
What folly thns to.ask a partial cure, ’ 
When perfect liealth right med’cine might 
F ensure! 
‘ “Montary Mag, No, 390. 
—~_ 
Such is the dolt?s petition. _Thiuk ye not 
The driy/ling ideot, well deserves to rot? \ 
‘The half-reformer, then, his faction’s slave, 
The world must think is either fool. or 
knave. 
Both, we pronounce the prating heartless 
prig. ’ 
Say, is not this the portrait of a Whig? 
— 
TO GEORGE RUDALL, 
Occasioned by his Performances on the Flute, 
and the Superiority of the Instruments 
manufactured by Messrs. Rudall and Rose. 
Non est ad astra mollis 4 terris via.—Seneca. 
ALtTHoUGH the Muse had tun’d her lyre 
‘To fair Euterpe’s fav’rite* son, 
Whose taste e’en Envy must admire, 
When all her bitt’rest deeds are done ; 
Not heedless has she pass’d thy worth 
To honour his peculiar skill : 
Bat, well rememb’ring that the earth _ 
Could boast another genius stil], * 
She treasur’d up her Rudall’s name, 
Intent to spread its deathless fame. 
And here she owns that none can breatlie 
A sweeter or a chaster song, + 
Or more deliciously enwreathe 
The flowers of harmony among’ 
Those classic discords, which ‘alone 
To Music’s ablest sous are known =: © 
Nor is there, prhaps, amidst theifews. 
Whom Taste and Science have ibspir'd, 
One who ean glide more aptly through 
Those ¢hords which angels have admir’d, 
And which can never fail.to please : 
When Rudall’s hand commands the keys. 
What tho’ the foreignt flutist climb... 
The loftiest heights of Muasic’s-framing, 
He ne’er attain’d the “ true sublime,” 
In spite of all his arduous aiming: 
His rapid sounds no pathos pour, 
No ‘spell divine” lurks in his tone, 
And, when he fondly aims to soar — . 
__To Music’s star-encircled throne, 
*Tis still aboye his utmost reach, — 
Despite of all his minions preach, 
And Truth will fearlessly confess 
is greatness is but littleness. — 
But thine are talents nought can shake, 
Nor need at any rival’s quake; 
And I would ten: times sooher boast 
Thy taste, thy skill, thy tone, thy car ; 
And that soft style which pleases most 
When Midnight’s twinkling stars appear, 
Than all the tricks, and sleight of lrand, 
Drotiett may reach, and understand, 
Then; Rudall, let it be ihy pride 
‘Lo follow where the Graces guide,— 
To 
-* Charles Nicholson (see Monthly Mag, 
for August). 
t Droiiett. 
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