THE TWO PITTS.

THESE lines were sent me in November, 1861, by the Rev. Thomas Pascoe, of St. Hilary's, Marazion, Cornwall, who states in his letter that he was born in 1788, and that he remembers hearing them recited "when quite a boy." I do not think that I ever saw them in print.

GREAT Chatham, who from humbled France
Acquired a deathless fame,

The first of statesmen stood confessed,

And nations owned the claim.

Yet by one act he weaker made
His claim instead of stronger;
He gave the admiring world a son,
And then was first no longer.

S.

ENIGMA

BY WILLIAM PITT, AFTERWARDS EARL OF CHATHAM.

(From the Papers at Chevening.)

To discover the name that my verse would express,
A letter you'll first from the alphabet guess;
Which letter by this may be easily known-
Its shape is the very reverse of your own.
Say next, if a fair one too rashly exposes
A beauteous complexion of lilies and roses,
What the beams of the sun will infallibly do
To deaden their lustre and sully their hue.
Add to these, what induces the amorous swain
To persist in his vows, though received with disdain;
What comforts the wretch whom his fortunes oppress,
And arms him with courage to bear his distress.
These join'd all together will make up the name
Of a family known in the annals of fame :
'Tis the name of a Countess, whose portrait in vain
My Muse would attempt in so humble a strain.
Should I say she's the fairest of all the fair sex,
Your judgment it only would serve to perplex;
For, though known and acknowledged by all to be true,
Your manners bespeak it a secret to you.

VALENTINE

TO THE HON. MARY C. STANHOPE,

(DAUGHTER OF LORD AND LADY MAHON.)

1851.

HAIL, day of Music, day of Love,
On earth below, in air above.
In air the turtle fondly moans,
The linnet pipes in joyous tones;
On earth the postman toils along,
Bent double by huge bales of song,
Where, rich with many a gorgeous dye,
Blazes all Cupid's heraldry-

Myrtles and roses, doves and sparrows,
Love-knots and altars, lamps and arrows.

What nymph without wild hopes and fears
The double rap this morning hears?

Unnumbered lasses, young and fair,

From Bethnal Green to Belgrave Square,

With cheeks high flushed, and hearts loud beating,

Await the tender annual greeting.

The loveliest lass of all is mine

Good morrow to my Valentine!

Good morrow, gentle Child! and then

Again good morrow, and again,

Good morrow following still good morrow,

Without one cloud of strife or sorrow.
And when the God to whom we pay

In jest our homages to-day

Shall come to claim, no more in jest,
His rightful empire o'er thy breast,
Benignant may his aspect be,
His yoke the truest liberty:
And if a tear his power confess,
Be it a tear of happiness.

It shall be so. The Muse displays
The future to her votary's gaze;
Prophetic rage my bosom swells—
I taste the cake-I hear the bells!
From Conduit Street the close array
Of chariots barricades the way
To where I see, with outstretched hand,
Majestic, thy great kinsman stand,'
And half unbend his brow of pride,
As welcoming so fair a bride.
Gay favours, thick as flakes of snow,
Brighten St. George's portico:
Within I see the chancel's pale,
The orange flowers, the Brussels veil,
The page on which those fingers white,
Still trembling from the awful rite,
For the last time shall faintly trace
The name of Stanhope's noble race.
I see kind faces round thee pressing,
I hear kind voices whisper blessing;
And with those voices mingles mine--
All good attend my Valentine!

St. Valentine's Day, 1851.

T. B. MACAULAY.

The statue of Mr. Pitt in Hanover Square.

CHARLES V. AND THE TWO CLOCKS.

1851.

W. Stirling, Esq., of Keir, to Lord Mahon.

[Extract.]

Park Street, May 6, 1851. Robertson says that Charles V., finding that he could make no two of his clocks at Yuste go alike, remarked that perhaps he had erred in attempting to compel uniformity in the more difficult matter of religion. This story, which must evidently have come from a Protestant source, I cannot find in any of the writers whom he refers to at the bottom of the page, nor have I been able to trace it to any of the historians contemporary with Charles or Philip II. Can you assist me to discover it? I should like to ask Mr. Macaulay, who knows where everything is to be found; but I do not know him sufficiently to trouble him with a letter. The earliest book in which I have ever read it is in a Description of the Gardens of the Loo,' written by a physician of London, and printed in 1699;1 but its

1 Harris's Description of the ❘ that Robertson may have taken it. Gardens of the Loo, London, 1699, The point is discussed in Cloister 4o. p. 70. The story is adopted Life of Charles V., p. 221, note, by Hume (Hist. of Mary Tudor), ed. 1852.

from whom it is not unlikely