་ more subdued spirit than those which were inserted in the Scrap-Book, No. I. Feb. 27.-The King of Clubs has too much vanity to 'withhold from the world Miss Harrison's Valentine, although the habits of procrastination in which the fair Authoress indulges (habits by the way in which his Majesty occasionally participates) have caused it to reach him much after its day. The time I am sure is not far distant, when to the names of a Baillie, an Edgeworth, an Inchbald, and a Morgan, Criticism will add that of Fanny Harrison. MISS HARRISON'S VALENTINE. "Nec sum adeo informis."-Virg. Hail to his Majesty of Clubs!-all hail I love his crown, whatever ills betide it; I love his thin straight wig, and much I prize His great black eyebrows, and his small white nose, His round mustachios, and his pointed eyes. I love his tout ensemble-e'en his crimes, His puns, his punch, his reasonings, and his rhymes! Feb. 28.-Gerard gave us, from a Cambridge correspondent, the following whimsical imitation, or rather parody, of Horace : "&c.-HOR. "Integer vitæ scelerisque purus," The man, my GERARD, arm'd with native strength, And of his own worth conscious,needs no aid Of venal critic, or ephemeral puff Prelusive, or satiric quiver stored With poison'd shafts defensive: fearless he Sends forth his work, essay, or ode, or note, Him nor the fierce Eclectic's foaming page Aught troubles, nor the uncourteous Times, nor yet In Johnian walks sole wandering, while the thoughts Drew me excursive, a reviewer stern Encount'ring, with kind words of courtesy Sent never, nor the realm of Wallace old, The winds blow frore, and mists of ignorance dark Place me, where books are none: yet, fearless still, Record her tuneful voice and thrilling smiles. W. To-morrow our First Volume* is to be launched.-I remember, when I was last at Plymouth, I was present at the launch of a ship of war. It was a very fine sight but our "Etonian" will be much finer, rigged out in gaudy Morocco, or odorous Russia, or unassuming calf. Success to our weak vessel! She has an easy voyage to run: the breeze of hope sends her briskly forward, and smiling faces shine upon her, as brightly as the sun on a July morning. Off she goes!-Three cheers for "The Etonian !" *In the present edition, a new arrangement of the Volumes has been adopted. N° VI. THE KING OF CLUBS. SCENE-THE CLUB-ROOM. (The President prologuizes from the Chair.) I LOVE Variety; no book In which I vainly seek to find |