The portion occupied by the royal duke contains a splendid
suite of state rooms, within whose walls have frequently been assembled
all the bravery, as well as rank, of the empire; for the interests of the
noble service are too dear to his royal highness to be eclipsed by the
false lights of wealth or fashion.
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HUITAIN DE CLEMENT MAROT.
(_For the Mirror_.)
Plus ne suis ce que j'ay este
Et ne le scaurois jamais estre,
Mon beau printemps et mon este
Ont fait le saut par la fenestre.
Amour! tu as este mon maistre
Je t'ai servi sur tous les Dieux,
O si je pouvois deux fois naistre,
Comment je te se virois mieux!
_Imitation_.
I am no more, what I have been
And ne'er again shall be so.
My summer bright, my spring time green,
Have flown out of the window.
Oh love, my master thou hast been,
I, first of gods, instal thee,
Oh! could I e'en be born again,
Thou doubly would'st enthral me.
D.M.
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TEMPLE AT ABURY.
(_To the Editor of the Mirror_.)
There is an inconsistency in the account of Abury in No. 341, perhaps
overlooked by yourself.
I would ask, how could that arrangement of the fabric, so fancifully
and ingeniously described by Stukely, be intended to represent the
Trinity, when the place was confessedly in existence long anterior to
Christianity? nor is there any thing in the old Druidical or Bardic
tenets that can be twisted to any such idea.
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