was never vainly sought for a good object; and with this high merit we
close our humble tribute to his public and private excellence.

PHILO.

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SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.

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BACCHANALIAN SONG.

(_From the "Noctes" of Blackwood._)


NORTH.--The air, you know, is my own, James. I shall sing it to-night to
some beautiful words by my friend Robert Folkestone Williams, written,
he tells me, expressly for the Noctes.


Oh! fill the wine-cup high,
The sparkling liquor pour;
For we will care and grief defy,
They ne'er shall plague us more.
And ere the snowy foam