And soon we may, within an age, expire. Though grey our heads, our thoughts and aims are green; Like damag'd clocks, whose hand and bell dissent; Folly sings six, while Nature points at twelve. Absurd longevity! More, more, it cries: More life, more wealth, more trash of every kind: Ask thought for joy, grow rich, and hoard within. That wish is praise, and promise; it applauds Grey-haired authority, to faults of youth THE BATTLE OF FLODDEN FIELD. Sir Walter Scott. “But see! look up! on Flodden bent, The Scottish foe has fixed his tent," Told England, from his mountain throne, Scarce could they hear, or see their foes, Of sudden and portentous birth, O, life and death were in the shout, Long looked the anxious squires; their eye And plumèd crests of chieftains brave, Wide raged the battle on the plain; Spears shook, and faulchions flashed amain: Fell England's arrow-flight like rain; Crests rose, and stooped, and rose again, Amid the scene of tumult, high They saw Lord Marmion's falcon fly: With Huntley and with Home. And with both hands the broad-sword plied: The Howard's lion fell: Yet still Lord Marmion's falcon flew With wavering flight, while fiercer grew The border slogan rent the sky! I A Home! a Gordon! was the cry; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, No longer Blount the view could bear :— 66 I will not see it lost! Fitz-Eustace, you with Lady Clare, And to the fray he rode amain, The fiery youth, with desperate charge, But darkly closed the war around; Then Eustace mounted too;—yet staid, Blood-shot his eyes, his nostrils spread, Lord Marmion's steed rushed by. To mark he would return in haste, By this, though deep the evening fell, But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, The stubborn spearmen still made good Each stepping where his comrade stood, No thought was there of dastard flight; Link'd in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight- Till utter darkness clos'd her wing THE BASHFUL MAN. I LABOUR under a species of distress, which, I fear, will at length drive me utterly from that society in which I am most ambitious to appear; but I shall give you a short sketch of my origin and present situation, by which you will be enabled to judge of my difficulties. My father was a farmer of no great property, and with no other learning than what he had acquired at a charity school; but my mother being dead, and I an only child, he determined to give me that advantage which he fancied would have made me happy-that is, a learned education. I was sent to a country grammar-school, and from thence to the university, with a view of qualifying me for holy orders. Here, having but a small allowance from my father, and being naturally of a timid and bashful disposition, I had no opportunity of rubbing off that native awkwardness which is the fatal cause of all my unhappiness. You must know, that in my person I am tall and thin, but of such extreme susceptibility of shame, that on the smallest subject of confusion, my blood all rushes into my cheeks, and I appear a perfect full-blown rose. And, now, behold me, at the age of twenty-five, well stocked with Latin, Greek, and mathematics, possessed of an ample fortune, but so awkward, that I am pointed at by all who see me, as the wealthy learned clown. I have lately purchased an estate in the country, which abounds with what is called a fashionable neighbourhood; and when you reflect on my parentage and uncouth manners, you will hardly think how much my company is courted by the surrounding families, especially by those who have marriageable daughters. From these gentlemen I have received. familiar calls, and the most pressing invitations; and though I wished to accept their offered friendship, I have repeatedly excused myself, under the pretence of not being quite settled'; for the truth is, that when I have rode, or walked, with full intention to return their several visits, my heart has failed me as I approached their gates, and I have frequently returned homewards, resolving to try again to-morrow. However, I at length determined to conquer my timidity, and three days ago, accepted an invitation to dine this day with one, whose open, easy manner, left me no room to doubt a cordial welcome. Sir Thomas Friendly, who lives about two miles distaut, is a baronet, with an estate of about two thousand pounds a year, adjoining to that which I purchased. He has two sons and five daughters, all grown up, and living with their mother, at Friendly Hall, dependent on their father. Conscious of my unpolished gait, I have for some time past taken private lessons from a professor, who teaches" grown-up gentlemen to dance." Having now acquired the art of walking without tottering, and learned to make a bow, I boldly ventured to accept the baronet's invitation to a family dinner, not doubting but my new acquirements would enable me to see the ladies with tolerable intrepidity; but, alas! how vain are all the hopes of theory when unsupported by habitual practice! As I approached the house, a dinner-bell alarmed my fears lest I had spoiled the dinner by want of punctuality. Impressed with this idea, I blushed the deepest crimson, as my name was repeatedly announced by the several servants who ushered me into the library, hardly knowing whom, or what I saw. At my first entrance I summoned all my fortitude, and made my new-learned bow to Lady Friendly; but, unfortunately bringing back my left foot into the third position, I trod upon the gouty toe of poor Sir Thomas, who had followed close at my heels to be the nomenclator of the family. The Baronet's politeness, by degrees, dissipated my concern; and I was astonished to see how far good-breeding could enable him to suppress his feelings, and to appear with perfect ease after so painful an accident. The cheerfulness of her ladyship, and the familiar chat of the young ladies, insensibly led me to throw off my reserve and sheepishness, till at length I ventured to join in the conversation, and even to start fresh subjects of discourse. The library being very richly furnished with books in elegant bindings, I conceived Sir Thomas to be a man of literature; and ventured to give my opinion concerning the several editions of the Greek classics, in which the Baronet's ideas exactly coincided with my own. To this subject I was led by observing an edition of Xenophon, in sixteen volumes, which, (as I had never before heard of such a thing,) greatly excited my curiosity, and I rose up to examine what it could be. Sir Thomas saw what I was about, and willing to save me the trouble, rose to take down the book, which made me more eager to prevent him, and hastily laying my hand on the first volume, I pulled it forcibly; but lo! instead of books, a board, which, by leather and gilding, had been made to look like sixteen volumes, came tumbling down, and unluckily pitched upon a Wedgwood ink-stand on the table under it. In vain did Sir Thomas assure me there was no harm. I saw the ink streaming from an inlaid table on the Turkey carpet, and scarce knowing what I did, attempted to stop its progress with my cambric handkerchief. In the height of this confusion we were informed that dinner was served up. In walking through the hall and suite of apartments to the diningroom, I had time to collect my scattered senses, and was desired to take my seat betwixt Lady Friendly and her eldest daughter. Since the fall of the wooden Xenophon, my face had been continually burning like a firebrand, and I was just beginning to recover myself, and to feel comfortably cool, when an unlooked-for accident rekindled all my heat and blushes. Having set my plate of soup too near the edge of the table, in bowing to miss Dinah, who politely complimented the pattern of my waistcoat, I tumbled the whole scalding contents into my lap. In spite |