unnecessary trouble, we'll be after paying a visit
to the company above stairs; "and the party proceeded to the exhibition
room.--

Here were representatives of the living and mementos of the dead! Kings
and Queens, Princes and Princesses,

Ah! cease the sad resemblance here!--
Thee, then, to every feeling dear
Of tender sympathy,--thy way
Illumin'd to life's remotest day.
In bliss, in worth, in talent shine,
Though pain, and want unsuccour'd, mine!
Adorning this terrestrial sphere,
Be long an Op*e's talents given;
And Virtue consecrate the tear
When call'd to join her native Heaven!

A. K.

~142~~ warriors, statesmen, poets, and philosophers, in social
communion: not forgetting the lady who had three hundred and sixty-five
children at a birth!!{1}

The baronet made many congees to the great and inferior personages by
whom he was surrounded, admired the heterogeneity of the group, and
regretted that their imperfect creation precluded the possibility of
converse.

One of the figures, by an unobserved excitement of the attendant,
now inclined its head to Sir Felix, who, nothing daunted, immediately
assumed the attitude of Macbeth in the banquet scene, and exclaimed,

"Nay, if thou canst nod, speak too! if our graves And charnel houses
give those we bury back, Our monuments shall be the maws of kites."

The company present pronounced the baronet a player, and a lady, to whom
the manly and athletic form of the supposed tragedian had given apparent
pleasure, assured him she had never heard the passage more impressively
delivered, and that certainly, in the character of the Scottish Usurper,
there was no doubt of his becoming to Mr. Kran a very formidable rival!

Sir Felix sustained his part admirably, expressing his high
acknowledgment of the lady's favorable opinion; but the enquiry when and
in which theatre, he meant to make his first appearance, had so nearly
deranged his gravity and that of his two friends, as to induce them to
hasten their retreat.

Dashall and Tallyho congratulated the baronet on his promising dramatic
talent, and advised him still further to court the favors of the tragic
Muse.

"May the devil burn the tragic Muse!" he exclaimed;

1 Thus runs the legend.--

A lady in former times, who, it seems, like some of our
modern visionaries, was an enemy to superabunda