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No doubt I've been off in a technical doze,
With the song of the bulbul, the scent of the rose,—
* Time was, when enamoured of tropical waterscapes, the writer ignorantly penned the following lines
Sunrise and sunset! ye are glorious things
All round the world, here exquisitely so;
With "magic tints,"- -to watch when darkness flings
Shade after shade on glory,—you must go
To sea to see it
But it is not so-Science can introduce an Atlantic dawn into a back attick in Lower Fogbury, or anywhere, at the very noon of night!
† And visit, for mesmeric research, the philosopher mentioned in the unpublished Life and Adventures of Jack Tar ;
He knew a Pennsylvania-man,
All this was involved in my plan, and some more,
Common places, and things any thing but emphatic,*
Or a hybrid between them-a bi-footed mule;
By the same mode of transit, that others might go
Or Her Majesty's Palace at Pimlico!
(Not as did the Boy Jones,
Who went in flesh and bones;
For the personal vagabond, missing his way,
There's one disadvantage, a little drawback,
For-in its normal state
"There's very little landscape in a garret."
Aerial coaches will shortly be out,
What an age do we live in for going a-head!
-'Tis well they are dead.