Sent never, nor the realm of Wallace old, The winds blow frore, and mists of ignorance dark Place me, where books are none: yet, fearless still, Record her tuneful voice and thrilling smiles. W. fine To-morrow our First Volume* is to be launched.-I remember, when I was last at Plymouth, I was present at the launch of a ship of war. It was a very sight: but our "Etonian" will be much finer, rigged out in gaudy Morocco, or odorous Russia, or unassuming calf. Success to our weak vessel ! She has an easy voyage to run: the breeze of hope sends her briskly forward, and smiling faces shine upon her, as brightly as the sun on a July morning. Off she goes!-Three cheers for "The Etonian!" * In the present edition, a new arrangement of the Volumes has been adopted. N° VI. THE KING OF CLUBS. SCENE-THE CLUB-ROOM. (The President prologuizes from the Chair.) I LOVE variety; no book From me obtains a second look, (Members testify astonishment. O'Connor opens his mouth wide-Musgrave shuts his close-Lozell nods with assent—Burton with drowsiness-Oakley takes out his tablets, and appears to be working hard.) MONTGOMERY, "I love to hear a clever rhymer rhyming GOLIGHTLY. GOLIGHTLY. STERLING. In learned measure, eloquent and strong!" "I love to hear a faulty timer timing 66 His horrid cadence, dissonant and wrong!" MONTGOMERY. "Good poetry's the noblest thing on earth!" "Bad is a strong provocative to mirth; And, when a fool is sentimentalizing," "Order! the worthy President is rising." "My friends! I need not dwell upon The vast success of Volume I.; Suffice it, that its tout ensemble Has made our worst revilers tremble; That Censure owns at last she's wrong, And Scandal almost holds her tongue. Howbeit, 'midst our wreath of bays, There sprout some BRAMBLES OF DISPRAISE; Which, when the precious leaves we snatch, Too soft to make us cry about it— And we might go to sleep without it. · Quite puzzled by the Knight and Knave;' About our Publisher and Pam. Our Muse goes limping on a patten, O'CONNOR. "As Gerard said, the other day, Sed intellectum fero." "Order! order! a bull! a bull!" "I'd knock you down, but my mouth is full." CHORUS. SWINBURNE. 4 Μηνιν αειδε OAKLEY. NESBIT. CHORUS. COURTENAY. 66 "I differ." "Some beer." I've written and spoke till it aches; ROWLEY. BEEF STEAKS. "I love a steak!-proudly it sweeps along; In Britain! Wrapp'd in doublet and in rhyme, The pride of taverns in that ancient time. I wish that I could eat the food he ate ;- Stop! for my own, and for the reader's, sake; But oh! I'm very partial to a steak! 66 Perhaps you think you I've made a Sonnet : I'm sorry for you!-out upon it! * "Silence! Hark to the signal !-fire."-BYRON. BELLAMY. |