While azure ancles, peeping from below
The circling flounces, aid each mental throe:
Talk! you may criticise-and mingle looks
With fair sweet faces, while you sentence books.
Reviews will be reviewed-their secret tricks
Exposed-the party-spite of politics-

The private grudges, friendships, envies, all—
Quarterly, Monthly, Weekly, great and small!
And then, if you 're for listening, la! you'll hear
Such good things said—so prettily-O dear!
Still not content? Perhaps you hold (with Moore)*
That blushing lips with roses scented o'er
Should never, young Love's glowing soul to damp,
Smell-not of gas, indeed, but-of the lamp.
Keep but your counsel close, young gentleman!
Or you'll be brained with some confounded fan.

Go now, and play the elegant buffoon
Where light and music fill the gay saloon;
Where fashion breathes her own celestial air,
And adds new graces to the jewelled fair;

* See Mr. Moore's Epistles, Odes, and other Poems, volume ii.

"Never mind how the pedagogue prosesYou want not antiquity's stamp ;

The lip that's so scented with roses,

O, never need smell of the lamp!"

Go, yet preserve an indolence of ease-
Surest, when least solicitous, to please.

Lazily bend your saucy eyes on each

Fair face with some soft nothing of a speech;
Shew off your figure in the light quadrille,
Yet in the mazy dance lisp nonsense still;
Or with some melting waltzer, ripe in bloom,
Hop in lascivious contact round the room;
Balance your partner in a graceful curve;
And point the shapely leg's elastic nerve;
So shall bright eyes on your performance dwell,
And beardless fops aspire, ambitious to excel.

FRANCIS I.

RECEIVING KNIGHTHOOD ON THE FIELD OF BATTLE, FROM THE HANDS OF THE CHEVALIER BAYARD.

BY T. K. HERVEY.

After the battle of Marignan, the King, who had killed many with his own hand, and performed feats of great valour, determined, in the spirit of that chivalry which was then almost extinct, to receive knighthood from the hands of the Chevalier Bayard. This he accordingly did on the spot, and afterwards knighted many of his followers.

I.

THE battle-din is over,

And the battle-fire is cold,

And a thousand tales are acting there,

Which never shall be told;

And pain is writ in characters

Love tries in vain to spell,

Where pulse-throbs, low and far between,

Are like a passing-bell !

W. Greatbach, sculpt
THE CHEVALIER BAYARD, CONFERING KNIGHTHOOD ON FRANCIS I.

Published for the Proprietors of the Literary Souvenir Nov 1832.