"And when, upon the bright horizon gleaming,
He pours his parted radiance o'er the sea,
They'll tell you gravely that it's all a seeming,
He does not really venture in, not he!
And when he does go down, he is not dreaming
Of chairs and tables, coffee-pots and tea,
Nor will his weary limbs on couch or tripod ease
But gallops off, and visits the Antipodes.

"Well! be that as it may !"

The author proceeds to give a humorous prospectus of his intended work, after which he thus resumes the thread of his description :-

"Phoebus has gone down,

Still glows that vivid radiance soon to fade;

And still those dazzling clouds, that form'd a throne

To the descending monarch, are array'd

In hues of splendor, and, though destined soon

To darken in the night's triumphant shade,
Linger awhile, clad in their golden die,
The last bright beam of parted majesty.

"And fainter now is that effulgence proud,

And heavier now, o'er Ocean's purple tide,
Spreads the thick gloom, and darker now the shroud
That hangs upon the distant mountain's side;
And deeper blushes streak the western cloud,
And cooler zephyrs o'er the ripple glide;

And calmer now, in this still hour of rest,
Are the dark feelings of a troubled breast.

"I'm not describing now, you may suppose,
Things that re ipsâ stand before my eyes;
One Evening is a deal too short, Heav'n knows,
To write two hundred verses for a prize!*

*

Here you must know this is the subject set
At Cambridge by Vice-Chancellor and Co.;
And all must write on it that want to get

A medal!-but this metre will not do

But yet I have beheld some evenings close,
As fair as warmest fancy can devise;
Two, in particular, I now remember,

One was last August-t'other in September."

The first of the said Evenings the Poet describes as having been witnessed at Salisbury; but I must only allow myself the pleasure of transcribing the second :—

"The other was at Plymouth, as I said,

Or rather near it, as shall soon be shown;
And that I shall remember till I'm dead,

For while I watch'd the Sun, I'll fairly own,
I rather trembled at the haste he made;

And though he look'd so charming going down,
I'd reasons then (no reasons could be stronger)
To wish he'd keep above a little longer.

"For at the time that he was beaming reddest on
The distant confines of the western ocean,

I was half-way 'twixt Plymouth and the Eddystone-
How far that 's out at sea I've no clear notion:
It is the most ingenious fabric made o' stone;
But I shall ne'er again be so Boeotian

As to go out to see it, solus ipse,

At least, with but two boatmen—and one tipsy.

"And now I could describe, in colours glowing,

Our fears, our troubles, and our piteous plight;
And how the boatmen soon grew tired of rowing,
And how we'd an enormous appetite;

I'm much afraid, but I'm not certain yet

Whether to send my Poem in or no ;

Though, to be sure, I have not found a precedent,*

But then I've certainly not long been resident.-Author's note.

* And to be sure you nade not say that now, for an't I coming up to Cambridge next year, and won't I give you a precedent, by writing in the same metre myself?

P. O'Connor.

And how we wisely had neglected stowing
Provisions, but these matters would invite
Me to a long digression from my subject,
Which to avoid has always been my object.

"And yet, considering our little crew,

The boat was managed wonderfully well;
She was got safely in with much ado,

Although there chanced to be a heavy swell :
The many dangers we had then pass'd through,
Believe me, I am quite afraid to tell;
When I got home I wrote a pretty Sonnet,
Just now I haven't time to dwell upon it."

The Poet then eulogizes the Moon; makes mention of her appearance in the Covent-Garden Pantomime; sports the usual digressions on the lover, the flute, the nightingale, the village-bell, and the old gray tower. He next, by way of a lick at the times, notices, with severe reprehension, the prevailing custom of dining late in the evening; and threatens us with a serious article upon the subject, (which I hope to see soon.) He draws a delightful contrast between the purity of ancient, and the depravity of modern times; averring that

"Not thus in good old times it used to be,

When honest people were all drunk by Three!”

He then reverts to the descriptive, and gives an inimitable enumeration of the heavenly bodies:

"And now the stars shine brightly; the great Bear,
The little Do., not to say the Pleiades,

Andromeda, Cassiopeia's chair,

Orion, and Arcturus, and the Hyades;
The Pole-star too, &c.

He then informs the reader that Astronomy is not among his acquirements, and laments his backwardness in scientific studies; makes good resolutions for the fu

ture; and (as is natural after making good resolutions) falls asleep. The following is his last yawn:

"And so good night !-If I've been dull and prosy,

My Evening,'-like most Winter Evenings, will
Lull you to gentle sleep, and make you dozy;
And as by this you must have had your fill,
I say no more. Soon sinking in repose I

Shall dream of Muses and Parnassus ;-still
Believe me, ere I slumber, I shall sweeten
My last reflection with a thought on Eton."

I have received, during the last month, several applications from Ladies, who wish to be informed when the King of Clubs intends to hold his next Drawing-Room. Such a numerous attendance has been promised, that the size of the Club-room would be quite inadequate to the purpose; and, as the Mayor will not grant the use of the Town-Hall, no more Drawing-Rooms can be held ! If his Majesty were smothered (I shudder at the idea!) what would become of." The Etonian ?”

March 4.-Received various criticisms on No V. Really the extraordinary penetration of our kind Commentators amuses me exceedingly. If an author favours us with two or three Articles, the censure inflicted upon one is usually balanced by the blarney lavished upon the other. Here are two papers by the same hand! The author of one is pronounced a promising writer; the author of the other is denominated "a millstone round our necks!" With reference to his first contribution, the poor fellow is void of all talent for dialogue, plot, or grouping! Upon the subject of the second, the gentleman who is so lamentably deficient in the above requisites, is recommended to try his hand at Dramatic Sketches. These are the little bits of absurdity which make anonymous writing so delightful; these are the little incidents, which, by the laughter they produce, make the life of an Editor just endurable!

March 7.—Dined out.-Mr. Truffles discovered a strong resemblance between me and Alexander the Great! After I had sat in astonishment some time, I discovered that he alluded to Lady Vanhooven's fat pug-dog.

March 15.-Received various compositions bearing the signature M. H. I return my best thanks to the author for his kind disposition towards us, and assure him that I would gladly have inserted his favours if I thought that any of them were calculated to do credit either to "The Etonian" or to M. H.

March 17.--Received a splendid piece of criticism! This is indeed an article! The March to Moscow" marches to press as fast as my Mercury can carry it. Why do we talk about, the learned of olden time-the Commentators upon Poets, and the Commentators upon Commentators ? Let them look from the Shades upon "The March to Moscow," and "hide their diminished heads!"-Longinus and Toupius, put together, never wrote any thing like this!

March 21.---Patrick O'Connor had a letter this morning from his uncle the Captain, containing an account of an occurrence far too important to be passed over. The Captain narrates his visit to General Bonaparte, at St. Helena. The General seemed in good spirits, and was very jocose. After discussing the usual topics, such as, the opinion entertained of him in England, state of affairs in Europe, &c. he became very curious about the periodical literature of Great Britain. He said, "he understood that one of our Magazines had represented him as promising to become a Contributor; but this was false; people would not cease telling lies of him yet." In conclusion, he was very desirous to see a specimen of English Magazinery. The Captain had our first Number in his pocket; it was produced-examined. The Ex-Emperor looked a long while at his Majesty of Clubs on the wrapper; at last he said, "Quelle friponnerie!" ---The Captain is of opinion that he was thinking of his