TO ELIZA.

Love is a little blooming boy,

Ilis brow with rosy chaplet crown'd;
Oh! it would be his greatest joy

To see thee with his fetters bound.

For beauty is his constant theme,

In search of which he roves all day-
It forms each night his raptur'd dream,
Which flies at morn, unwish'd, away.

Eliza! should'st thou meet the boy,
Enraptur'd he would gaze on thee,
And smile his brightest smile of joy,
And thou no longer would'st be free.

Entangl'd in his " chain of flow'rs,"
A beauteous captive thou would'st prove;
And then would lead the laughing hours
Within the rosy bow'r of love.

SUDBURY, Printer, No. 9, Castle-street, Leicester-square.

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MARRIAGE OF OLD COKE, THE FOX-HUNTER; And a Sketch of Family Biography.

"Now David being old, he got no heat; and they gave unto "him Abishag the Shunamite, for wife, and she lay in his bosom"but David knew her not."-KINGS.

The death of old Coutts has not left the annals of gallantry long without an eccentric and liquorish lover. There was not so great a disparity betwixt the banker and his ripe Mellon, as betwixt the fox-hunter and his fancy-piece. Coutts was eighty-seven, we believe his "choice fruit and bill of the play" is near, if not wholly, fifty. Now Mr. Coke is turned seventy, and. his little sufferer, seventeen. Oh! the disparity!—but as Mr. Coke has scriptural authority (vide motto) for the plunge he has made, or attempted to make, we are content to think that he has done right; and if the lady, who must have formed a good judgment by this Ram. Mag. No. IV.

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time, thinks so too, no one has a right to guess that a man of seventy is capable of doing wrong to a virgin of seventeen. At Mr. Coke's serene age, his temperature must be many degrees below " blood-heat," in sober sadness: the hey-day of the blood must be over with him, when it is only beginning to boil in the veins of his buxom little bride.

Mr. Coke has long been celebrated on the turf, and in the field, as a keen sportsman, and an excellent judge of blood upon four legs, but as for two-leggedR sporting articles, he can know little about them.

Norfolk is not less renowned for its dumplings than for men of the chace, who are "at all in the ring :" they have assisted in many a hard run, and are always on the wing to help an old cove, bereft of vigour, at a steeple chace, where riding over and through must be done to win-and knocking under is sure to be attended with public disgrace, and expulsion from the field.

Report says, and we merely give it as report, that Mr. Coke married from family motives, to disinherit the heir-at-law to his immense property,whom he conceives to be unworthy of it. We heartily wish him success in his arduous task; but, like two greyhounds, unequally matched, it is entering on a "forlorn hope" to anticipate the events of a run where May is pitted against January.

We remember a witty clergyman, (now a Dignitary) who was called out of his bed on a winter's morning to marry a couple: when he entered the church, he found a couple above three-score; quite indignant, he exclaimed, "And is it you that want to be married, you old fools?"—" Marry, yes," they both stammered out, better do that than do worse!"-" I'll be d--d if I marry you," said the Doctor, "go home and do your worst, and I'll take upon me to say God will pardon you for all you attempt!"

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We shall make no application of this witticism, as we might apply it wrongfully. We intend never to comment on matrimony, till we have had nine months study to establish our judgment. Not so