1829.) Our Inquiring Correspondents. 4) 
the Lady Fanny Frantics, and the Lady Susan Sensitives, to follow the 
bent of their own inclinations, and become the heroines of news- 
papers ?, 
*« But the result is more . prolific still. Who can wonder if the dis- 
covery that such works are popular should stimulate the pen of many a 
poor devil of a famishing governess, to indulge the public with a suc- 
cession of tender developments of ‘ passion, alas! too true ?’—the shame 
of the thing being handsomely covered over by the authority of the 
Lady A., and the Honourable Mrs. B., and the other adored movers in 
the first circles. Sir, I will tell those noble personages that we must 
have no more of their nudities. 
« Your’s, “ TRIBONIAN.” 
THE GRAVE OF HOFER, THE TYROLESE 
Bxoop was shed upon this spot— 
Blood, not shed to be forgot ; 
*T was no idle village fray, ag 
"Twas no sport of holiday ; 
Fierce the fight, and wild the roar, 
When was shed this stain of gore. 
Many a mountain-warrior slept 
Where that day the sabre swept ; 
Many a widowed wife could tell 
Where was heard the cannon-peal ; 
Many an infant, many a bride, 
Perished on the mountain’s side. 
Safe from sight and sound of woe 
Is the heart that sleeps below. 
Whose P—A name that none may name ; 
Tyranny has made us tame: 
But no bosom of a slave 
Held the heart that fills this grave. 
Murderer! in thy hour of doom, 
Thou shalt think upon this tomb ; 
Murderer ! on thy shrinking eyes 
Shall thy bleeding victim rise, 
Haunt thy bed, and blast thy throne, 
Till thou’rt smitten, crushed, undone. 
Then the trophied tomb shall stand 
Glory of the rescued land ; 
Then a nameless turf no more 
Shall be scattered with his gore ; 
But with heart and eye of flame, 
All Tyrol shall shout his name. 
A Apiov. 
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