When from the light cigar thy sweet perfume In od'rous cloudlets hovers round the room, Inspired by Fancy's castle-building power, Thy fragile form cheers many a lonely hour. O'er every wave thy misty flag is seen Careering lightly over billows green; And when, 'mid creaming foam and sparkling spray, Celestial Venus rose upon the day, Thy vapoury wreath the goddess did enshroud, And wrapt her beauties in a milk-white cloud. 'Twas thou, majestic! led the way before Retreating Israel from th' Egyptian shore; From out thy sable cloud, 'mid lightning's flash, The trumpet's clangour and the thunder's crash, From Sinai's mount the law divine was given, Thy veil conceal'd the Majesty of Heaven! When sun, and moon, and heaven's bright hosts expire, And the great globe decays in flames of fire, Then shalt thou rise, thy banner be unfurl'd Above the smouldering ruins of the world! SNODGRASS. SOME PASSAGES IN THE LIFE OF A DISAPPOINTED MAN. WITH AN ILLUSTRATION BY GEORGE CRUIKSHANK. Are you a sympathetic reader? If not, I pray you to pass over the few pages which constitute this article, and indulge your risible propensity with the happier effusions of the laughing philosophers of this Miscellany. I have no cachinnatory ambition, and would have my leaves well watered, not with the sunny drops of joy, but with the camomilical outpourings of sorrow. Concluding that my request is granted, I will now proceed, sympathetic reader, to narrate a few passages of my "strange, eventful history." I am a disappointed man,--nay, I was even a disappointed baby; for it was calculated that the parental anticipations of my forebears would have been realised on the 1st of May 1792, whereas, by some contradictory vagary of Dame Nature, I entered this valley of tears on the 1st of April! This ought to have been considered prognosticatory of my future disappointments, and the law of Sparta should have been rigidly enforced; for what are crooked limbs to a crooked destiny? It was the intention of my father (whose name was Jacob Wise) to have had me christened after my maternal uncle, Theodosius Otter, Esq.; but, having selected a stuttering godfather, I was unfortunately baptized as "The-odd-dose-us Oth-er Wise." Nor was this the only disappointment which attended me on this occasion, for the pew-opener having received instructions to clean the copper coal-scuttle in the vestry-room, the basin which contained the vitriol necessary for that purpose was by some means or other placed in the font; and to this day I have more the appearance of a tattooed Indian than a Christian Englishman.