with thee would rove,
And, blest, thus wand'ring, if my mind
Could leave her galling bonds behind;
The bonds of an unworthy love.
Not like a Gambian slave that fled
(Of the pale Creole's lash in dread)
From Rio, strives in fearful haste
The mountain's woody side to gain;
But with him drags the clinking chain,
Lock'd at his waist or ancle fast.

THE WOES OF THE RIVERS.

"To each his suff'rings."
Heaps of dead Trojans were Scamander's bane,
Dead dogs, dead cats, and dung-boats shame the Seine,
Ten thousand shores and jakes the Thames defile,
And gradual mud is working woe to Nile;
Yet harder Duddon's fate, her hapless stream
Of fifty strains by Wordsworth is the theme.

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The following _jeu d'esprit_ was written on a certain nobleman, who,
leaving the Whig party, of which up to that time he had been a strong
adherent, and for the sake, it was supposed, of gaining the Regent's
favour, not only voted, but took a strong part against the Queen.

TO LORD L---.

What caused you L---, to rush in,
Through thick and thin, to give your Queen a splashing
For this your party, to the devil gave you,
And yet the rav'nous Tories will not have you.
So in that country (where with hopes you fool
Your second infancy, you yet shall rule)
A sect of devotees there is who tell ye
The way to heaven is through a fish's belly;
And in the surges, on a certain day,
They give themselves to rav'nous sharks a prey.
Among the rest, an ancient beldame went,--
Weak, wither'd, wrinkled, tawny, tough, and bent
(Your very self in breeches she would be,
Put on her petticoats, and you were she);
She waded in the water to her haunches,
Hoping the sharks would pass her through their paunches;
But out of fifty, not a shark would have her,
Tho' she implored them, as a special favour;
They came and smelt, and did not like her savour,
She threw their stomachs into such commotion,
They would not even bear her in the ocean.
But down they pushed her--roll'd her o'er and o'er,
And shovel'd with their snouts again to shore;
Alike your fate: to be by sharks abhorr'd
Was her's, and your's by Minister's old _Lord_.

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In the _Chronicle_ of September 27th, 1824, appeared the following notice
of my brother's death, headed:--"Death of Henry Cooper.--We regret to
have to announce the death of a gentleman warmly beloved by all who knew
him, Mr. Henry Cooper the barrister. He died on Sunday the 19th, at the
cottage