INTRODUCTION. Beatus ille qui procul negotiis- Harmer's Cottage, Ladywell, LEWISHAM. THE Summer's fervid reign is past, Light pleasure's sylphs, with tripping feet, Here Quiet-Contemplation dwell Beside the fount of LADYWELL, Which flows incessant through the year, B Come to my coTTAGE!-now look out! Fair prospect, MADAM! who can doubt? The church at distance, 'midst the trees, With verdant meadows round, must please. There, too, the social ROOKERY, That ever hath been dear to me; The bridge-beneath, the rippling stream- With willows waving to the wind, All aid to please, to soothe the mind; The Cocks and HENS the barn-door throng; The downy young around them crowd, * Numida Meleagris, GUINEA HEN, or Pintado. THE PLOUGH-BOY'S SONG, THE morning breaks o'er Shooter's hill ;- While artless JANE, of beauty pride, Yo, hup-yo, ho! To plough we go! The sun his streams of golden light Yo, hup-yo, ho! To plough we go! O NATURE! mistress of my song, Yo, hup-yo, ho! To plough we go! These are the rural sights and sounds And here, in SPRING, the NIGHTINGALE The CUCKOO's monotones excite, Nor will the churchyard sod refuse * Madame COTTIN has a similar, but, I think, more happy thought," On croiroit presque entendre le bruit de la vegetation." -Elizabeth ou Les Exilés de Sibérie. A poet of some promise, whose malignant planet marred his best efforts. The fate of this young man reminds us of the fate of SAVAGE, who had, like DERMODY, been consigned to neglect in his earlier years: hence the unfortunate impressions which both received could not, as it appears, be coun teracted in their effects by any subsequent attempts, either of others or of themselves; a convincing proof of the power of early circumstances in forming character; and a proof, also, of the necessity of early attention to such surrounding media, in order that the best character may be fashioned and brought out. Dermody was a native of Ireland; but died at Lewisham, or in the neighbourhood, in 1802, at the age of twenty-eight. Oh visit not with brow severe How rise the hills, how sinks the dell. grove, Of CHAFFINCH "chinks" the woods are proud, And chrisks of De....up.nDu ochu luud,* While SWALLOWs, many, bounding, fleet, Disturb those tenants of the brook, Nor wound them with insidious hook! The Blackbird, although rarely if ever heard in song in the autumn, utters, nevertheless, upon being disturbed, a singular and continued shrieking or note, which, although well known to the natural historian, is not easily described. |