STANZAS,

TO HER Who is well entitled to them.-B. BARTON.

If whilst with thee I have not been
The all that thou would'st have me be;

If I have damp'd the festive scene,
Or ever check'd a smile from thee-

If I have fail'd thy wish to know,
Or, knowing it, did not obey,
Erase it from thy mem'ry now,

'Twas want of thought that made me stray.

Suppose not 'twas my heart to blame,

Its feelings do not thou suspect;

For thee it ever feels the same,
And thee it never will neglect.

To thee if I have said light word,

Or done an act that I ought not; If aught amiss thou'st seen or heard, Oh! let it henceforth be forgot.

Far else has been my wish indeed
Than e'er to give thy bosom pain;
Or may my heart, unpitied, bleed,
And never taste of peace again.

Could thine eye pierce my bosom through, And read the thoughts which pass within, Thou'dst own another fate my due,

And know I never thus could sin.

For I have search'd this heart to prove
'Tis full of hopes and pray'rs for thee:
Thou warm'st it with a brother's love,
And such shalt ever find in me.

THE EDITORS' SCRAP-BOOK.

Nov. 22.-Why, Mr. President, this is too bad!that I should be thus interrupted in the midst of packing, directing, and distributing No. 4, by your provoking "Circular." What! "Open the letter-box?Attend a meeting for No. 5?"-I really won't-refuse your polite request.

Nov. 24.-9 o'clock.-Mr. Sec. Darlington called.— For once his visit at that period was very mal-apropos. With a most serious face, he told me some news of terrible importance to the "Hora." Mem.-Hate to impart bad news, and am, therefore, resolved to be silent on the subject till it is publicly notified in No. 6. Item-To see Mr. Dashwood thereon immediately.— Left my breakfast accordingly.

Nov. 29.-Lost the promising commencement of an "Ode to M- -;" made diligent search and general enquiry for it-in vain. Opened the letter-box: burnt 'Anacreon,' "-" Dissertation on School Games,"

Postchaises v. Coaches," and 'Venator.' Discovered a paper from G. S.' which we welcome with pleasure; and two from the indefatigable Darlington,' for which

we are grateful.

4 o'clock-Attended dinner.

5 o'clock-Found the " Ode." Determined to finish it this evening. Added three stanzas, and a part of the fourth and concluding one.

9 o'clock-Found it impossible to hit on a sufficiently expressive epithet for the glance of M's eye.— Went to bed, hoping to dream of one.

Nov. 30.-Awoke an hour earlier than usual-ruminated-thought of an epithet-delighted with the idea, ran down stairs-when, oh! horror of horrors! I discovered that the servant, having found on the table “ a piece of paper, so scribbled in every direction, that it could be of no consequence, took the liberty therewith to light the fire." Alas! it was my "Ode."-N. B.-Had

no idea, till now, of the cruelty of burning a darling paper.

Dec. 1.-Transcribed the following lines from a sheet of gilt-edged pink note paper :

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This eve thy friends are round thee, love;

This eye

is more than usual bright: The smile that plays upon thy brow, Bespeaks thy happiness to-night.

Does thoughtful whist, or silent chess,
Beguile th' unnotic'd hour along;
Or flies it, pass'd in gay vingt un,
Or whil'd by Bayly's fav'rite song:

Or, more than all, does music's sound
To blithesome, dear quadrille invite,
In each, oh! may'st thou happy be,
And blest with all that can delight.

Without, the moon is riding high,
And mild the beam it now displays;
Yet frequent clouds come rushing on,
And oft conceal her modest rays.

'Tis thus the clouds of sorrow roll,
O'er hearts that love and are forgot;
Alike they come-but in the flight
I feel that they resemble not.

Enjoy, dear girl, thy mirthful hour,

Nor heed that grief can be like mine
To think of one whose joys are gone
Would only be a check to thine."

Dec. 3.-We were happy with our friend K's' company to breakfast on his return from Oxford. Mem. On coach travelling. To be witty, at the expense of the passengers, occasionally costs ourselves dearly. Instance, Nov. 29. K—, on the front part of the coach with

a corpulent gentleman to his right. A neat, spruce country Miss, not altogether deficient in beauty, was a candidate for the third seat, which she was naturally anxious should be between the two gentlemen. Our elder friend politely made way for her, as much as his person would admit, and encouraged the lady in her difficulty with "Never mind, Ma'am, you will pass." ،، Not in a crowd," added KThis cruel inuendo excited a decided frown from his new companion, who amply revenged herself by riding the next forty miles without directing a syllable to him, or deigning an answer to any one of his numerous and anxious enquiries.

Dec. 3. -Received many valuable communications, for which we are most sincerely grateful. Amongst them we welcomed, with melancholy pleasure, C. Dashwood's'

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Vale." Happy, happy, is it for us who have the interest and popularity of the "Hora" at heart, that this is only a formal adieu. Still, still, shall we see 'C. D.'s' signature maintaining, as it peculiarly deserves to do, a prominent place on our pages.

Dec. 5.-Forcibly reminded of March 16. Amazed at the exceeding change one hour can make. Four and five o'clock, very melancholy. Soon after found the following on my table:

ON THE DEEPLY-LAMENTED DEATH OF

And hast thou fled-has sickness' pow'r
Subdu'd thy tender frame at last?

Unequal to the trying hour

Thy strength gave way, and all is past!

The tear I drop is not to stay

Thy happy flight to realms divine;
Believe me, no!—it would but say,

Oh! that my lot were join'd with thine.

I feel what 'tis from thee to part,

How vain the fruitless tears I shed;
Yet shall remembrance warm my heart,
Till time and thought away are sped.

I'll think, lamented friend, of thee,
Will think of happy moments gone,
From our first days of amity,

E'en to this sad, distressing one.

From giddy, thoughtless scenes of mirth,
Whilst others feast in gaiety;
From hours of empty joys on earth
I'll often steal to think of thee.

Peace to thy soul, thou sainted maid,
Thou hast but left a world of care
For scenes of bliss that never fade :

Heav'n grant my pray'r to meet thee there.

M.

Dec. 6.-Received the following from a highly-valued correspondent. Eight o'clock, P.M. - Determined to write a paper for you. After much exertion, I effected a first line; to find a rhyme was impossible. Quarter to nine.-Wrote a second without a rhyme. Twenty minutes past nine.-Reversed the order of the line, which made nonsense of the first. Fourth, and lastly,

gave up my attempt as altogether impracticable.

Dec. 7.-Favored by the following:

I do not need another proof to show
I am to be forgot: I ask no word

To tell me I am one you would not know,
More than that look express'd, ear never heard.

The die is cast-this moment tells me so;
E'en hope has fled, nor longer lures me on:
This moment sinks me deep indeed in woe;
I know I feel that happiness is gone.