" We've niggers clad in calicos, Handy as any waiter. " There's shampain twice a week, d'ye see, And hosheons of the crathur And brandy punch, and good bohee. " A learned pundit too, is here, A fine young demonstrator, Who sends up kites, and loses 'em Aboard the Mediator. " And blooming samples ( Stern life's ameliator, of the sex. Aboard the Mediator." In order to contribute my quota to the general stock, I sent )■■ I i (.» ■ \. " For as thou sitt'st, thine eye seems fraught With such intensity of thought— That superhuman knowledge Would seem to breathe in every mew, And learning yet undreamt by you, Who teach in hall and college. Thine eye seems wandering through eternity— What happiness were mine.
" We've gay guitars, and wry-necked fifes, And a comic i-eoitator. Whose beaming smiles the soul perplex, Aboard the 3Iediator. Could I then catch the thoughts that flow, Thoughts siich as ne'er were hatched below, ' But in a brain like thine. then throiighout the livelong day With thee I'd sit, and purr away In ecstasy sublime ; Since from thy face, as from a book, I'd drink in science at each look, Nor fear the lapse of time." August 5^The Gazette seems to improve in interest, llie subject of Onions serves as the seasoning to many a friendly controversy, both in verse and prose. Duer has sent us an amusing parody upon the ordinary style of newspaper corre- spondence, in an invective against onion eating, which I regret to find too long for insertion in my journal.
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The ploughman whistled, his Onion gnaw'd As out of the bed a whacker he claw'd, And never was nurse so heard to scold, For I squalled for an Onion at two days old.But, Sir, they do not apjiear to have yet dwelt on the many minor miseries inflictetl hy tlie stcirm in (piestion, during the violence of which even nature's kind restorer, sleep, was either denied the un- happy sufferer, or hy a refinement of cruelty converted into a new instrument of torture. " A light yet lingers in the west, Keflected on tiie broad sea's breast, essela, previously grinning, and 11 Which pnnts and heaves m almost spent «y grappling with an element Its mortal foe ; for never yet Hath wind and wave in friendship met.For my own part, it Avas long ere the conflict of the tflements allowed me any chance of ohliviou, but at length exhausted nature seemed to exert her supremacy, and I sunk luiconsciously into the arms of Morpheus. ' if sleep it could be called where sleep was none.' I found myself whirled through the air, astride on a gigantic onion, bathed in an atmosphere of perfumes— not, indeed, perfumes of Arabia, but of Ascalou, the fragrant remirn"scences of the day l)efore, although my stomach had as yet been guiltless of the enormity of onion. ir-n 'i'""' hree-ze, a murmuring sigh, Will ruffle (K;eau'8 dignity; Then how much n.ore, when winds arise, That draw dark chnids o'er sunlit skies, JJoth angry ocean chafe, and tear, With maddening wrath, the frolic air !But whilst I was struggling to keep my seat on this extraordinary Pegasus, a sudden shock, probably a lurch of the vessel, brought me to the ground, and restored me for a moment to a sort of half con- sciousness of my situation. And such but now has been the fight Betwixt two foes of equal might, Until that power, supreme o'er all, Had bid this elemental brawl Its wild contending fury cease, And hush'd both winds and waves to peace, lis past.This, however, was unattended by any mitigation of suffering, for though I felt myself in the good' ship Mediator, I imagined it to be transported along by a West Indian hurricane, and myself vainly struggling to reef the sails, which the captain seemed obstinately bent on straining to the utmost. A sweet, delicious calm I hngs on the soul its magic balm.