The pathway to my dwelling thro' the clouds: Free from the earth-robe of the grave, which once Euc. Spirit of the past, Breathe yet the tone that triumphs; and oh! tell Thus on the dust that hath not kindred with thee? Euc. Moon-bright shadow, Call'st thou me hence to live with thee, and such To look on thee for ever? Spirit. I bear not So blest a mission from those happier courts And soothe destruction's whirlwind. Euc. Oh, heart oh, sense! the mastery is your's, I cannot bind ye to me, yet my hands Shall lift them to thee, creature of the skies, As if to pray thee but to chase the thrill A wish my heart once knew, ere its last blood (A strain of exquisite music is heard, and subdued by its influence, falls at the bas lumn.) Euc. Speak, lest my list'ning, quiv'ring soul And my crush'd sense but warn thee to thy sphe Oh, partner of the free! Spirit. Arise, arise! The hope I formed was traced on glory's page, Euc. Oh, let the tale, Voic'd by thy lips be mine, where not an ear Spirit. It tells of one Who lived with Grecian maids, and lived and lo Swiftly but sweetly, and this mouldering shrine A sacrifice on feeling's blotless altar! EUCELION! thou, with whom I thus commune, Euc. Ha! Spirit. Printed on her mind, thy features, form, E'en with ICYNTHE'S being, and soon that, Oh! she was perfect, for thy looks have pity. Spirit. She was thine in thought; Her features were as mine; her form was stamped (EUCELION obeys, and discovers upon a fragment of Spirit. "Twas ICYNTHE'S pencil Marked out thy features, and ICYNTHE's heart Then when the latest touch had thrown upon U The offering there, and sought the icy shrine, Whose bosom quenched the burning brain that pressed it! Be sightless with the sound. Spirit. Farewell! no more My feet may pace the earth of which they are not. Euc. Oh, stay, ICYNTHE! Ah, will she not unfold her form, and light Spirit. "Tis past, ICYNTHE rests; In life she saw thee once, and once in death! Euc. And once in death! Oh, speak again, Spirit. EUCELION! (Solemn music-the SPIRIT gradually disappears, and "EUCELION" is twice pronounced in low accents. He bends upon one knee, and then endeavouring to call upon the name of ICYNTHE falls senseless.) May 10, 1823. I think your readers will derive some amusement from the following extract from a curious old pamphlet, which lately fell into my hands among some old books; it is clearly the origin of one of the most popular, and de servedly so, entertainments at our theatres, which has kept its station in public favour for many years-" No Song no Supper." I shall not give it more preface than by saying, that "The History of the famous Friar BACON, containing the wonderful things he did in his life," furnishes the extract I have given below. London, April 6, 1820 I am, &c. T. W. How MILES, Friar BACON's Man, conjured for Meat, and got some for himself and his Host. MILES chanced one day upon some business to go about six miles from home, and being loath to part with some company which he had, he was belated, and could get but half way home that night. To save his purse, he went to the house of an acquaintance of his master; but, when he arrived, the good man of the house was not at home, and the woman refused to give him a lodging. MILES seeing such cold entertainment, wished that he had not troubled her; but, being now there, he was unwilling to go any further, and therefore endeavoured to persuade her to give him a lodging for that night. She told him, she would willingly do it if her husband were at home, but he being out of town, it would not be very creditable to her to lodge any man. "You need not mistrust me," said MILES; "lock me in any place where there is a bed, and I will not trouble you till I rise to-morrow morning." The woman, fearing that her husband would be angry if she denied so trifling a request to one of his friends, consented that he should remain there, if he would be locked up. MILES was contented, and presently went to bed; when he heard the door open, upon which he rose, and peeped through a chink of the partition, and saw an old man come in this man put down a basket which he had on his arm, and kissed the woman of the house three or four times. He then undid the basket, and pulled out of it a fat capon ready roasted, some bread, and a bottle of good old sack; these he gave to her, saying, "Sweetheart, hearing thy husband was out of town, I am come to visit thee; I am not come empty handed, but have brought something to be |