e unsullied to the STARS,
When the Great Father calls his children home."

NORMAN.

"The blue air, breathless in the STARRY peace,
After long silence hushed as heaven, but filled
With happy thoughts as heaven with ANGELS."

NORMAN.

"Till one calm night, when over earth and wave
Heaven looked its love from all its numberless STARS."

NORMAN.

"Those eyes, the guiding STARS by which I steered."

NORMAN.

"That great mother
(The only parent I have known), whose face
Is bright with gazing ever on the STARS--
The mother-sea."

NORMAN.

"My bark shall be our home;
The STARS that light the ANGEL palaces
Of air, our lamps."

NORMAN.

"A name that glitters, like a STAR, amidst
The galaxy of England's loftiest born."

LADY ARUNDEL.

"And see him princeliest of the lion tribe,
Whose swords and coronals gleam around the throne,
The guardian STARS of the imperial isle."

The fust spissymen has been going the round of all the papers, as real,
reglar poatry. Those wickid critix! they must have been laffing in their
sleafs when they quoted it. Malody, suckling round and uppards from the
bows, like a happy soul released, hangs in the air, and from invizable
plumes shakes sweetness down. Mighty fine, truly! but let mortial man
tell the meannink of the passidge. Is it MUSICKLE sweetniss that Malody
shakes down from its plumes--its wings, that is, or tail--or some
pekewliar scent that proceeds from happy souls released, and which they
shake down from the trees when they are suckling round and uppards? IS
this poatry, Barnet? Lay your hand on your busm, and speak out boldly:
Is it poatry, or sheer windy humbugg, that sounds a little melojous, and
won't bear the commanest test of comman sence?

In passidge number 2, the same bisniss is going on, though in a more
comprehensable way: the air, the leaves, the otion, are fild with
emocean at Capting Norman's happiness. Pore Nature is dragged in to
partisapate in his joys, just as she has been befor. Once in a poem,
this universle simfithy is very well; but once is enuff, my dear Barnet:
and that once should be in some great suckmstans, surely,--such as the
meeting of Adam and Eve, in "Paradice Lost," or Jewpeter and Jewno, in
Hoamer, where there seems, as it were, a reasn for it. But sea-captings
should not be eternly spowting and invoking gods, hevns, starr