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APOSTROPHIC HYMN.

Qualis in Eurotæ ripis, aut per juga Cynthi

Exercet DIANA choros.

VIRGIL.

Such on Eurotas' banks, or Cynthia's height, Diana seems; and so she charms the sight, When in the dance the graceful goddess leads The Quire of Nymphs, and overtops their heads. DRYDEN'S VIRGIL.

то

THE PUBLISHER.

I

SIR,

AM a country gentleman of a midland county. I might have been a Parliament-man for a certain borough, having had the offer of as many votes as General T. at the general election (in 1812). But I was all for domestic happiness; as fifteen years ago, on a visit to London, I married a middle-aged Maid of Honour. We lived happily at Hornem Hall till last season, when my wife and I were invited by the Countess of Waltzaway (a distant relation of my spouse) to pass the winter in town. Thinking no harm, and our girls being come to a marriageable (or as they call it, marketable) age, and having besides a Chancery suit inveterately entailed upon the family estate, we came up in our old chariot, of which, by the bye, my wife grew so much ashamed in less than a week, that I was obliged to buy a second-hand barouche, of which I might mount the box, Mrs. H. says, if I could drive, but never see the inside-that place being reserved for the Honourable Augustus Tiptoe, her partner-general

and opera -knight. Hearing great praises of Mrs. H.'s dancing (she was famous for birthknight minuets in the latter end of the last century), I unbooted, and went to a ball at the Countess's, expecting to see a country dance, or, at most, cotillions, reels, and all the old paces to the newest tunes. But, judge of my surprise, on arriving, to see poor dear Mrs. Hornem with her arms half round the loins of a huge hussar-looking gentleman I never set eyes on before; and his, to say truth, rather more than half round her waist, turning round, and round, and round, to a d▬▬d see-saw up and down sort of tune, that reminded me of the « Black Joke, » only more affettuoso,» till it made me quite giddy with wondering they were not so. By and bye they stopped a bit, and I thought they would sit or fall down-but, no; with Mrs. H.'s hand on his shoulder, « quam familiariter, »2 (as Terence said when I was at school), they walked about a minute, and then at it again, like two cockchafers spitted on the same bodkin. I asked what all this meant, when, with a loud laugh, a child no older than our Wilhelmina ( a name I never heard but in the Vicar of Wakefield, though her mother would call her after the Princess of Swappenbach ), said « Lord, Mr. Hornem, can't you see they are valtzing,» or waltzing (I forget which); and then up she

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got, and her mother and sister, and away they went, and round-abouted it till supper-time. Now that I know what it is, I like it of all things, and so does Mrs. H.; though I have broken my shins, and four times overturned Mrs. Hornem's maid in practising the preliminary steps in a morning. Indeed, so much do I like it, that having a turn for rhyme, tastily displayed in some election ballads, and songs in honour of all the victories (but till lately I have had little practice in that way), I sat down, and with the aid of W. F., Esq., and a few hints from Dr. B. (whose recitations I attend, and am monstrous fond of Master B.'s manner of delivering his father's late successful D. L. Address), I composed the following hymn, wherewithal to make my sentiments known to the Public, whom, nevertheless, I heartily despise as well as the Critics.

I am, SIR, yours, etc. etc.

HORACE HORNEM,

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