TWM JOHN CATTI'S CAVE. BY F. W. DEACON, AUTHOR OF WARRENIANA," &c. TIME A THUNDER STORM. [Twm John Catti's Cave is the name of a wild and romantic pass in South Wales, where Twm John Catti-a complete Rob Roy in his way-lived for some years, to the infinite terror of the neighbourhood. Sundry veracious legends assert that he still haunts his old place of residence, and certainly, if ever spot afforded comfortable and characteristic quarters for a demon, this savage, dark, and secluded glen is the place.] 'Tis eve, when thought is spun in magic loom; Stranger, approach with awe; this glowing hour Sighs through the wood, and mingles with the gale; 'Tis well, the hour accords with the rude scene, Should quit for this their sombre hemisphere; SONG TO ANACREON MOORE. As Jove, in good humour, was taking his glass, While jesting and laughter and song were in turn, All ran to the window, to see us glide by ;- "And why may they not?" jolly Bacchus replied, The gods all agree-'tis an excellent thought, And thus the great king of the gods gravely said: "I love well these mortals, though sometimes they err, THE OLD GENTLEMAN. BY LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. Our old gentleman, in order to be exclusively himself, must be either a widower, or a bachelor. Suppose the former. We do not mention his precise age, which would be invidious;-nor whether he wears his own hair or a wig; which would be wanting in universality. If a wig, it is a compromise between the more modern scratch and the departed glory of the touquee. If his own hair, it is white, in spite of his favourite grandson, who used to get on the chair behind him, and pull the silver hairs out, ten years ago. If he is bald at top, the hair-dresser, hovering and breathing about him like a second youth, takes care to give the bald place as much powder as the covered, in order that he may convey to the sensorium within a pleasing indistinctness of idea respecting the exact limits of skin and hair. He is very clean and neat; and, in warm weather, is proud of opening his waistcoat halfway down, and letting so much of his frill be seen, in order to show his hardiness as well as taste. His watch and shirt buttons are of the best; and he does not care if he has two rings on a finger. If his watch ever failed him at the club or coffee-house, he would take a walk every day to the nearest clock of good character, purely to keep it right. He has a cane at home, but seldom uses it, on finding it out of fashion with his elderly juniors. He has a small cocked hat for gala days, which he lifts higher from his head than the round one, when made a bow to. In his pockets are two handkerchiefs, (one for the neck at night-time,) his spectacles, and his pocket-book. The pocket-book, among other things, contains a receipt for a cough, and some verses cut out of an odd sheet of an old magazine, on the lovely Duchess of A~~, beginning, "When beauteous Mira walks the plain." He intends this for a common-place book which he keeps, consisting of passages in verse and prose, cut out of newspapers and magazines, and pasted in columns; some of them rather gay. His principal other books are Shakspeare's Plays, and Milton's Poems; the Spectator, the History of England, |