CHRISTOPHER IN HIS SPORTING JACKET 



village Vulcan convert thee, name and nature, into 

 nails? Some dark-visaged Douglas of a henroost-rob- 

 bing Egyptian solder thee into a pan? Oh! that 

 our passion could dig down unto thee in the bowels 

 of the earth — and with loud lamenting elegies, and 

 louder hymns of gratulation, restore thee, buttless, 

 lockless, vizyless, burst, rent, torn, and twisted though 

 thou be'st, to the light of day, and of the world-re- 

 joicing Sun! Then would we adorn thee with ever- 

 green wreaths of the laurel and the ivy — and hang 

 thee up, in memory and in monument of all the 

 bright, dim, still, stormy days of our boyhood — when 

 gloom itself was glory — and when — But 



''Be husKd my dark spirit! for wisdom condemns ^ 

 When thefoint and thefiehle deplore.'''' 



Cassandra — Corinna — Sappho — Lucretia — Cleopatra 

 — Tighe — De Stael — in their beauty or in their 

 genius, are, with millions on millions of the fair-faced 

 or bright-souled, nothing but dust and ashes; and as 

 they are, so shall Baillie, and Grant, and Hemans, 

 and Landon be — and why vainly yearn "with love 

 and longings infinite,"" to save from doom of perish- 

 able nature — of all created things, but one alone — 

 Muckle-mou'd Meg! 



After a storm comes a calm; and we hasten to give 

 the sporting world the concluding account of our 

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