New fears, new dangers doom'd to meet, Relax'd each loofen'd limb; The sweat roll'd out from every part, In fhort quick beatings toil'd his heart, For through the wide and wafted land. Hung quiv'ring o'er the glowing white,. Beyond a stately well arofe,- Green fields and fhady trees, A voice in thunder cried-" Retire !"- His foul grew fick with deep alarm, VOL. M. M Sir Sir Ouvain fhriek'd-for then he felt And from his heart the boiling blood The anguish brought a brief defpair, At once they quench'd th' infernal flame, To him, relieved from all his woes, Free entrance there was giv'n; "Welcome to this, the blefs'd retreat, "Thou who haft pafs'd, with fearless feet, "St. Patrick's Purgatory; "For after death these feats divine, "Reward eternal fhall be thine, "And thine eternal glory.”— Inebriate Inebriate with the deep delight, Dim grew Sir Ouvain's fwimming fight, His fenfes died away; To life again revived, before The entrance of the cave once more M 2 No. LI. THE CINDER KING. The following was fent anonymously; the Reader will of courfe obferve, that it is a burlefque imitation of the ballads of the Erl-King," and " the Cloud-King.". -- "WHO is it that fits in the kitchen, and weeps, "While tick goes the clock, and the tabby-cat fleeps; "That watches the grate, without ceafing to spy, "Whether purses or coffins will out of it fly?". 'Tis Betty; who faw the falfe tailor, Bob Scott, Lead a bride to the altar; which bride she was not : 'Tis Betty; determined, love from her to fling, And woo, for his riches, the dark Cinder-King. Now spent tallow-candle-grease fatten'd the foil, ; When When "one" ftruck the clock--and inftead of the bird Who used to fing cuckoo whene'er the clock stirr'd, Then the jack fell a-going as if one should sup, Then the hearth rock'd as though it would fwallow one up; A cinder fhot from it, of fize to amaze, (With a bounce, fuch as Betty ne'er heard in her days,) Thrice, ferpent-like, hifs'd, as its heat fled away, And lo! fomething dark in a vast coffin lay. "Come Betty !"-quoth croaking that non-defeript thing, Come blefs the fond arms of your true Cinder-king! "Three more Kings, my brothers, are waiting to greet ye, "Who,-don't take it ill!-must at four o'clock eat ye. My darling! it must be, do make up your mind; "We element brothers, united, and kind, "Have a feaft and a wedding, each night of our lives, "So conftantly fup on each other's new wives."— In |