The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 12, No. 338, November 1, 1828

One spot with which the heart associates

Holy remembrances of child or friend,

Or gentle maid, our first and early love,

Or father, or the venerable name

Of our adored country.

O thou Queen,

Thou delegated Deity of Earth,

Oh "dear, dear" England, how my longing eyes

Turned westward, shaping in the steady clouds

Thy sands and high white cliffs!

 Sweet native isle,

This heart was proud, yea, mine eyes swam with tears

To think of thee; and all the goodly view

From sovran Brocken, woods and woody hills

Floated away, like a departing dream,

Feeble and dim.

Amulet for

 1829

We wish a few more of the tourists who are picking their way over the continent, would illustrate their books of travels with such noble sentiments as are contained in these few lines—instead of the querulous whinings about cheap and dear living, the miseries of our climate, and a thousand other ills of the

malade imaginaire

.

Madame De Souza used to say that "cleanliness is the excellence of the poor."

The Gatherer

A snapper up of unconsidered trifles.

Shakspeare

RUSSIA AND TURKEY

(To the Editor of the Mirror.)

The following intelligence from the seat of war, though premature in some respects, and

not quite

 new in others, may be acceptable to your readers, from A.A.A.

ALPHABETICAL ALLITERATION

An awful army, artfully array'd,

Boldly by battery besieg'd Belgrade;

Cossack commanders cannonading come,

Dealing destruction's devastating doom,

Every endeavour engineers essay,

For fame, for fortune, forming furious fray.

Gaunt gunners grapple, giving gashes good,

Heaves high his head heroic hardihood;

Ibraham, Islam, Ismael, imps in ill,

Jostle John Jarovlitz, Jem, Joe, Jack, Jill.

Kick kindling Kutusoff, king's kinsmen kill;

Labour low levels loftiest, longest lines,

Men march 'mid moles, 'mid mounds, 'mid murd'rous mines.

Now nightfall's near, now needful nature nods,

Oppos'd, opposing, overcoming odds.

Poor peasants, partly purchas'd, partly press'd,

Quite quaking, "Quarter!—quarter!" quickly 'quest.

Reason returns, recalls redundant rage,

Saves sinking soldiers, softens signiors sage.

Truce, Turkey, truce! truce, treach'rous Tartar train!

Unwise, unjust, unmerciful ukraine!

Vanish, vile vengeance! vanish, victory vain!

Wisdom wails war—wails warring words. What were

Xerxes, Xantippe, Ximenes, Xavier?

Yet, Yassy's youth, ye yield your youthful yest,

Zealously, zanies, zealously, zeal's zest.

Ye learned, pray say, who dark mysteries unfold,

Why razors cut better with

hot

 water than

cold

.

Every kind of knife or razor is a fine saw, though we cannot possibly see it with the naked eye; and on all the edges of those fine polished tools there sticks a kind of resinous substance, which, when put into warm water, takes off the same, and makes the razor cut more easy and free.

A father had three sons, in whose company he was walking when an old enemy of his came running out of an ambush, and inflicted a severe wound upon him before any of the bystanders could interfere. The eldest son pursued t