The swan with arched neck Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows Her state with oary feet. SILIUS ITALICUS, XIV. 190. Haud secus Eridani stagnis ripâve Caystri Innatat albus olor, pronoque immobile corpus Dat fluvio, et pedibus tacitas eremigat undas. The lines which are subjoined are among the very first poetical productions of the late amiable Mr. Jerningham. AN IRREGULAR ODE IN HONOUR OF MISS CAMPBELL, BY MR. J⸺M, _Written Impromptu at Lady J⸺’s Tea Table_. 1. Oh the pride Of Lord Hyde, And the care Of Lord Clare, And the darling Of Alderman Starling. 2. For Venus oft art thou mistaken, In Bruton-street, by Teddy Bacon[7]. 3. Sir Armine[8], when he looks at thee, Forgets his house of Industry. 4. One touch of thy celestial hand, Tho’ shaded by thy brownest glove, (Such is the power of mighty Love) Consumes to atoms Mr. Brand[9]. 5. Thy rising charms spread such alarms, That when of late to Berkeley-square[10], (With conquests big) thou didst repair, Intent thy skill in dancing to display, The amorous youth for fear kept all away. 6. In prose or rhyme it cannot told be, How deep you’ve wounded Mr. Bowlby. 7. One of the valiant sons of war Still wears thy deep imprinted scar, ’Tis Captain—what d’ye call him—Pshaw! The little Adjutant—Fanshaw[11]. 8. Then to Squallini Brooke[12] thou’rt such a treat, The Doctor _sweetly_ smiles, and does not—eat. 9. And when you come to Grosvenor-square, You make no small confusion there, Thy beauteous form too briskly urges The throbbing pulse of Mr. Burges[13]. 10. To Mr. Lombe[14] you give a fever, For thee he quits his lovely B⸺r. 11. Thy beauty casts so warm a ray, That hearts and bowels melt away, On warlike Alpe[15], of the Militia, It had th’ effect of strong magnesia. 12. On Wisdom’s calm sequester’d seat, Thou’st dared to rush with impious feet, And there thou hast been fondly thieving The heart that’s due to Madam Stephen[16]. 13. Now cease, oh Muse, thy too ambitious strain, To count her charms thou still wouldst strive in vain, Were you blest with the pen of the Bard of Fernay[17], [Sidenote: _Quick time._] Or the still keener wit of Sir Hanson Berney[18]. MOTLEY CONTENTS OF TWO NOTABLE VOLUMES. When this same eccentric work was drawing very near to its conclusion, it was objected by a friend, that something more explanatory of the contents of each chapter than the motto prefixed, appeared to be necessary. The Sexagenarian had himself already done this in numerous instances; the Editor has supplied the rest, and the reader will be at no loss to distinguish the hand of the master from the humble one of the copyist.