now--
But yet 'twas thought he guessed her mind,
And did not mean to stay behind
Above an hour or so.'

What can be finer than the verse commencing, 'Her feet beneath her
petticoat,' or that which follows: 'Her cheeks,' etc.? That Suckling
could write like this, proves that there was in him the dawning of no
ordinary genius. He challenges our admiration, not so much for what he
has done, as for what he might have done, had his life been spared. Or
we should say, rather, what he might have done had he devoted half as
much of the life that was granted him to literary labors, as he did to
pleasure and dissipation.

TO JOHN BULL.

I hear a voice you can not hear,
Which says it will not pay;
I see a hand you can not see,
Which motions t'other way.
The thumb is horizontalized,
The fingers perpendic'lar,
And scorn for you seems giving there
A motion quite partic'lar.

LONDON FOGS AND LONDON POOR.

I first saw London on a morning late in November; or, it will be more
correct to say that I should have seen it, if a dense fog had not
concealed every thing that belonged to it, wharves, warehouses,
churches, St. Paul's, the Tower, the Monument, the Custom-House, the
shipping, the river, and the bridge that spanned it. We made our dock in
the Thames at an early hour, before I was dressed for landing, and by
the time I had hurried upon deck to cast the first eager glance around,
the fog had descended, shutting all things from view. A big, looming
_something_ was receding as I gained the top of the companion-ladder,
and faded altogether before I could attach to it any distinct idea. But
the great heart of the city was beating, and where I stood its throbbing
was distinctly audible. A hum, in which all sounds were blended, a
confused roar of the human ocean that rolled around me, fell with
strange effect upon my ear, accustomed for nearly five weeks only to the
noises peculiar to shipboard.

Certainly the fog did not afford me a cheering welcome. It was denser
and dirtier than the fogs we had encountered off the banks of
Newfoundland, and more chilling and disagreeable to the human frame. It
did not disperse the whole day. What with the difficulty that attended
our landing, and the long delay consequent upon the very dilatory
movements of the Custom-House officers, the night had fairly closed
in--it did not add much to the darkness--before I was _en route_ to an
hotel. A Scotch