Slowly I sought the cheerless spot Where _Leila_ lay, absorb’d in care, But she, poor girl! discern’d me not, Nor dreamt that friendship linger’d there! Her grief had bound her to the earth, And clouded all her beauty’s worth; And when her clammy hand I press’d, She seem’d of feeling dispossess’d! Yet there were motion, sense, and life, Remaining in that shatter’d frame, As if existing by the strife Of feelings none but Love can name! I spoke, she answer’d not--I took Her hand with many a fearful look-- Her languid eyes I gaz’d upon, And press’d her lips--but she was gone! B. W. R. _Islington_, 1827. * * * * * ~Omniana.~ RATTING. There are three methods proposed for lessening the number of rats. I. Introduce them at table as a delicacy. They would probably be savoury food, and if nature has not made them so, the cook may. Rat pie would be as good as rook pie; and four tails intertwisted like the serpents of the delphic tripod, and rising into a spiral obelisk, would crest the crust more fantastically than pigeon’s feet. After a while they might be declared _game_ by the legislature, which would materially expedite their extirpation. II. Make use of their fur. Rat-skin robes for the ladies would be beautiful, warm, costly, and new. Fashion requires only the two last qualities; it is hoped the two former would not be objectionable. III. Inoculate some subjects with the small-pox, or any other infectious disease, and turn them loose. Experiments should first be made, lest the disease should assume in them so new a form as to be capable of being returned to us with interest. If it succeeded, man has means in his hand which would thin the hyenas, wolves, jackals, and all gregarious beasts of prey. N. B. If any of our patriotic societies should think proper to award a gold medal, silver cup, or other remuneration to either of these methods, the projector has left his address with the editor.[77] * * * * * BUNGAY HAND-BILL. (_Copy._) PONY LOST. On February 21st, 1822, this devil bade me adieu. Lost, stolen, or astray, not the least doubt but run away, a mare pony that is all bay:--if I judge pretty nigh, it is about eleven hands high;--full tail and mane, a pretty head and frame;--cut on both shoulders by the collar, not being soft nor hollow:--it is about five years old, which may be easily told;--for spirit and for speed, the devil cannot her exceed. Whoever can give information or bring the said runaway to me, JOHN WINTER, Glass-stainer and Combustible-maker, Upper Olland Street, Bungay, shall be handsomely rewarded for their trouble. * * * * * NOMINATIVE CASE.