‘It shows that their habits are all dyed in grain.’ ‘But then they’re so handsome, one’s bosom it grieves.’ ‘What signifies _handsome_, when people are thieves?’ 60 ‘But where is your justice? their cases are hard.’ ‘What signifies _justice_? I want the _reward_. There’s the parish of Edmonton offers forty pounds; there’s the parish of St. Leonard, Shoreditch, offers forty pounds; there’s the parish of Tyburn, from the Hog-in-the-Pound to St. Giles’s watchhouse, offers forty pounds,—I shall have all that if I convict them!’— ‘But consider their case,—it may yet be your own! And see how they kneel! Is your heart made of stone?’ This moves:—so at last I agree to relent, 65 For ten pounds in hand, and ten pounds to be spent. I challenge you all to answer this: I tell you, you cannot. It cuts deep;—but now for the rest of the letter: and next— but I want room—so I believe I shall battle the rest out at Barton some day next week. I don’t value you all! O. G. VIDA’S GAME OF CHESS TRANSLATED ARMIES of box that sportively engage And mimic real battles in their rage, Pleased I recount; how, smit with glory’s charms, Two mighty Monarchs met in adverse arms, Sable and white; assist me to explore, 5 Ye Serian Nymphs, what ne’er was sung before. No path appears: yet resolute I stray Where youth undaunted bids me force my way. O’er rocks and cliffs while I the task pursue, Guide me, ye Nymphs, with your unerring clue. 10 For you the rise of this diversion know, You first were pleased in Italy to show This studious sport; from Scacchis was its name, The pleasing record of your Sister’s fame. When Jove through Ethiopia’s parch’d extent 15 To grace the nuptials of old Ocean went, Each god was there; and mirth and joy around To shores remote diffused their happy sound. Then when their hunger and their thirst no more Claim’d their attention, and the feast was o’er; 20 Ocean with pastime to divert the thought, Commands a painted table to be brought. Sixty-four spaces fill the chequer’d square; Eight in each rank eight equal limits share. Alike their form, but different are their dyes, 25 They fade alternate, and alternate rise, White after black; such various stains as those The shelving backs of tortoises disclose. Then to the gods that mute and wondering sate, You see (says he) the field prepared for fate. 30 Here will the little armies please your sight, With adverse colours hurrying to the fight: On which so oft, with silent sweet surprise, The Nymphs and Nereids used to feast their eyes, And all the neighbours of the hoary deep, 35 When calm the sea, and winds were lull’d asleep But see, the mimic heroes tread the board; He said, and straightway from an urn he pour’d The sculptured box, that neatly seem’d to ape