AFTER TUPPER OF FRIENDSHIP C HOOSE judiciously thy friends; for to discard them is undesirable, Yet it is better to drop thy friends, O my daughter, than to drop thy H's. Dost thou know a wise woman? yea, wiser than the children of light? Hath she a position? and a title? and are her parties in the Morning Post? If thou dost, cleave unto her, and give up unto her thy body and mind; Think with her ideas, and distribute thy smiles at her bidding: So shalt thou become like unto her; and thy manners shall be "formed," And thy name shall be a Sesame, at which the doors of the great shall fly open: Thou shalt know every Peer, his arms, and the date of his creation, His pedigree and their intermarriages, and cousins to the sixth remove: Thou shalt kiss the hand of Royalty, and lo! in next morning's papers, Side by side with rumors of wars, and stories of shipwrecks and sieges, Shall appear thy name, and the minutiAE of thy head-dress and petticoat, For an enraptured public to muse upon over their matutinal muffin. Charles S. Calverley. OF READING R EAD not Milton, for he is dry; nor Shakespeare, for he wrote of common life; Nor Scott, for his romances, though fascinating, are yet intelligible; Nor Thackeray, for he is a Hogarth, a photographer who flattereth not; Nor Kingsley, for he shall teach thee that thou shouldest not dream, but do. Read incessantly thy Burke; that Burke who, nobler than he of old, Treateth of the Peer and Peeress, the truly Sublime and Beautiful; Likewise study the "creations" of "the Prince of modern Romance;" Sigh over Leonard the Martyr, and smile on Pelham the puppy; Learn how "love is the dram-drinking of existence;" And how we "invoke, in the Gadara of our still closets, The beautiful ghost of the Ideal, with the simple wand of the pen." Listen how Maltravers and the orphan "forgot all but love," And how Devereux's family chaplain "made and unmade kings;" How Eugene Aram, though a thief, a liar, and a murderer, Yet, being intellectual, was amongst the noblest of mankind; So shalt thou live in a world peopled with heroes and master spirits And if thou canst not realize the Ideal, thou shalt at least idealize the Real. Charles S. Calverley. |