And then for the nex age. Respected sir, this is another diddlusion; a gross misteak on your part, or my name is not Y—sh. These plays immortial? Ah, parrysampe, as the French say, this is too strong—the small-beer of the “Sea Capting,” or of any suxessor of the “Sea Capting,” to keep sweet for sentries and sentries! Barnet, Barnet! do you know the natur of bear? Six weeks is not past, and here your last casque is sour—the public won't even now drink it; and I lay a wager that, betwigst this day (the thuttieth November) and the end of the year, the barl will be off the stox altogether, never, never to return.
I've notted down a few frazes here and there, which you will do well do igsamin:—
NORMAN.
“The eternal Flora
Woos to her odorous haunts the western wind;
While circling round and upwards from the boughs,
Golden with fruits that lure the joyous birds,
Melody, like a happy soul released,
Hangs in the air, and from invisible plumes
Shakes sweetness down!”
NORMAN.
“And these the lips
Where, till this hour, the sad and holy kiss
Of parting linger'd, as the fragrance left
By ANGELS when they touch the earth and vanish.”
NORMAN.
“Hark! she has blessed her son! I bid ye witness,
Ye listening heavens—thou circumambient air:
The ocean sighs it back—and with the murmur
Rustle the happy leaves. All nature breathes
Aloud—aloft—to the Great Parent's ear,
The blessing of the mother on her child.”
NORMAN.
“I dream of love, enduring faith, a heart
Mingled with mine—a deathless heritage,
Which I can take 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.”