Thus shall I gladly go

My pilgrimage of love,
With quietness of heart below,
And hope of Heaven above.

THE HAMILTONIAN SYSTEM.

Ned was a German, and a Greek,

An Englishman,—a Gaul ;—
For languages, our Ned could speak—
Or said he could-them all.

James Hamilton-a name renown'd
With Blues both lads and lasses ;—

A novel, easy plan had found
For cropping ears of asses.

Now over Ned perpetual fears
Of dread detection hover'd;
For still he had the asses ears,
But only kept them covered.

He heard of James, nor aught delay'd

To seek this learned shop;

His superfluities display'd,

And bade the master crop.

He spoke; 'twas done! "by Jove," he cried,

"So quick, so free from pain!

Mercy! before the shears were dried,

His ears were up again!

TOM MEGGOTT.

THE EDITOR'S NOTE BOOK.

NOVEMBER 12.-We do not think H's contribution equal to what we have received from him on a former occasion; there are, nevertheless, some good lines in "Greece," as the following:

"See their glittering ranks appear,
Weapons bright of death they bear!
Now's the time ye generous band,
Strike! and set your country free!
Now's the time to fall or stand,
In the cause of Liberty!
Fighting, shout your battle cry,

For Greece, her Sons, and Victory."

NOVEMBER 13. We beg to be excused inserting a's letters, as they might appear to savour of party spirit.

We are not competent to the task "Theophilus" wishes to impose upon us.

We fear one or two contributions have been accidentally destroyed.

J. will find a letter at our publishers.

NOVEMBER 28.-Our Subscribers" are respectfully informed" that I, Peter Pinch, have resigned the Editorship; and that the Leodiensian will hereafter be conducted by my much esteemed friend, Basil York. I will not trouble them with lengthy expressions of gratitude, but, at the risk of an imputation of arrogance, exclaim with the Roman dramatists Vos valete et plaudite."

NOVEMBER 29.-HINT TO THE LADIES.-We are instructed by our successor, Mr. Basil York, to intimate to the generosity of the fair Sonnettees of "Leeds and its vicinity" the propriety of their becoming subscribers ;-as they cannot reasonably expect him to insert "woeful ballads to the eyebrows" of such as are non-patronesses of our periodical.

PETER PINCH.

PSEUDO-SUBLIMITY.

EXHIBITED IN A SERIES OF ODES BY TOM MEGGOTT.

Thou of the yellow garb, and pungent sting,
Why are thy virtues yet unsung?

Thou biter of the tongue,

A deathless poet shall those virtues sing.
Envy shall close her mouth the while,

And pity shed the tender tear;
Surrounding friends shall gaily smile,
And yet, amid that smiling, fear.

II.

The short-lived bee,

Which, soaring on a silken wing
Takes vengeance on the luckles wight
That would impede his airy flight,
Surrenders up his life and sting:

Emblem of thee!

But still how little and how vain !
Thou stingest once-and twice-
Nay even thrice-

And still canst sting, again, again, again.

III.

'Tis true, thou canst not boast with me,

-A poet of no mean degree,

But vastly diffident withal,

To my own merits blind as any wall,

And deaf as any post,

A lovely immortality:

Ah no! ah no! this cannot be thy boast.

IV.

But still the censure of my song
Fall on those simpletons, who say,

That, as the rose not bloometh long,

Thy beauty and thy flavour vanish in a day;

Let them this assertion hear,

Which my old cook (who never err'd)

Of thee and self alike averr'd;

Sir, it will last for seven year.

V.

Thy saffron-far-excelling dye
So keenly-pleasing to the eye,
I never will

Compare with dingy daffodil,

Or all

The Florist may enchanting call;
For Wisdom says, 'tis seldom meet,
To compare great things with small,
Or small with great.