his bosom’s chords,
  As aught that’s named in song to us affords! 
  Dear shall that river’s margin be to him,
  Where sportive first he bathed his boyish limb. 
  Or petted birds, still brighter than their bowers,
  Or twin’d his tame young kangaroo with flowers. 
  But mere magnetic yet to memory
  Shall be the sacred spot, still blooming nigh,
  The bower of love, where first his bosom burn’d,
  And smiling passion saw its smile return’d.

  Go forth and prosper then, emprizing band;
  May He, who in the hollow of his hand
  The ocean holds, and rules the whirlwind’s sweep,
  Assuage its wrath, and guide you on the deep!

New Monthly Magazine.

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SMALL TALK AND SMALL ACCOMPLISHMENTS, OR HOW TO MAKE YOURSELF AGREEABLE.

Conversation, like a shuttlecock, should not be suffered to remain with one person, but ought to pass in turn to all.  But as few people think for themselves, so few people talk for themselves, and a colloquial monopoly is as common and as disagreeable as any other.  Yet when we observe how much these rattles are caressed, ’tis wonderful there are so few.  Talent is by no means indispensable, and is the more valuable in proportion as it is flimsy or superficial.  The great art lies in the choice of a subject.  Let it be some liaison in the beau monde—­the appearance of a new singer or actress—­the detail of a recent duel, with particulars and embellishments, and your fortune is made at once.  Do not affect any thing like a literary character, for scholars are reckoned bores.  The only matters of this sort with which you can safely meddle are the fashionable novels—­satirical poems—­the magazines, and newspapers (eschewing the political articles as vulgar).  It is absolutely necessary to be familiar with the names of all the editors in town, and these can easily be picked up from any of the tatterdemalions who prowl about police offices for the purpose of reporting the trials at a penny per line, which is, in most cases, exactly a penny per line too much.  You must drop the complimentary Mr., and say, “A. of the Chronicle and I—­the last time I saw B. of the Globe—­C. of the Spectator told me t’other day,” and so on.  Of course it is not of the slightest consequence whether you ever saw one of the parties.  You must also affect to be intimate with the theatrical lions, and be aware of the true state of all managerial squabbles for the season.  Swear you have dined a dozen times with Sontag. En passant, the idea of a singer’s patronizing a nation wholesale, as she has done in the case of the Silesians, is rather too good.  Be indignant with Price for forfeiting Ellen Tree three several times in the sum of thirty pounds, and suppress the fact of his having remitted the penalty in the two first instances.  Assume a mysterious air of “I