an uncommon one. It is merely a brief sketch of the history of Fanny's father, a New York merchant, whose commercial speculations ultimately prove unsuccessful. A portion of the poem, in no way connected with the narrative, has been omitted, as containing local remarks, but little interesting to the British reader. An English edition of "Fanny" has been published, but does not appear to have had a very extensive circulation. FANNY. "A fairy vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live And play in the plighted clouds."-MILTON. I. FANNY was younger once than she is now, To say, that there are wrinkles on her brow; Yet, to be candid, she is past eighteenPerhaps past twenty-but the girl is shy About her age, and God forbid that I 11. Should get myself in trouble by revealing And when a boy, in day-dream and in song, III. I've felt full many a heart-ache in my day, But never a sunbeam would she throw on me. IV. But Fanny's is an eye that you may gaze on There was but little danger; and the charm V. Her father kept, some fifteen years ago, A retail dry-good shop in Chatham-street, VI. Money is power, 'tis said-I never tried; Whene'er I get them, as a stone would be, Toss'd from the moon on Doctor Mitchill's table, Or classic brick-bat from the tower of Babel. VII. But he I sing of well has known and felt That money hath a power and a dominion; For when in Chatham-street the good inan dwelt, No one would give a sous for his opinion. And though his neighbours were extremely civil, Yet, on the whole, they thought him—a poor devil; VIII. A decent kind of person; one whose head IX. In that most noble of the sciences, The art of making money; and he found X. Flash'd like the midnight lightning on the eyes Upon the peacock's plumage; taste refin'd, Wisdom and wit, were his-perhaps much more. 'Twas strange they had not found it out before. XI. In this quick transformation, it is true That cash had no small share; but there were still Some other causes, which then gave a new Impulse to head and heart, and join'd to fill His brain with knowledge; for there first he met The editor of the New-York Gazette, XII. The sapient Mr. Lang. The world of him XIII. This modern Solomon-the Israelite, Earth's monarch as he was, had never won her. Of some neat" paragraphs”—worth all the lays |