Each blast my breast alarms!
My soul is sad, my spirits fail,
It much relieves me to bewail!
My only rest lies in HIS tomb!—
My hope—a better world to come!
When wafted to blest realms on high,
Where pain and sorrow come not nigh;
May thus a contrite Christian die!
(Signed) Adelaide.
It had been inadvisedly reported that our early acquaintance, Captain Heaviside, had fallen cum multis aliis ignotis, at the battle of the Boyne. However, the last accounts from the pump-room at Bath put it beyond all dispute that the gallant captain was still in the land of the living; and whether at the card-table or in the ball-room, the ladies actually considered Captain Heaviside as the very cream of gentility, and the flower of ceremony; and he very soon set his affections on a prudent spinster, who had arrived at a discreet age, a Miss Barbara Golightly. And the mutual attentions of these worthies to each other, reminded the gossipers in the pump-room of the deep affection which Cid Hamet records to have existed betwixt those sage personages, Sancho and Dapple; of whom it was difficult to pronounce whether Sancho loved Dapple, or Dapple loved Sancho, the best!—Sic itur ad astra!