D.'s
comparison of their favourite instrument, to the vile squall of the feline
race. On the whole, I should feel more disposed to concur with him who
"has been led away by a love of etymology" that the "Cat and Fiddle" is an
"anomalous" sign, and that "no two objects in the world have less to do
with each other than a cat and a violin," than to adopt the opposite
theories of E.D. or his predecessor, unless better supported than they are
at present. IOTA.
* * * * *
THE SKETCH-BOOK.
* * * * *
RECOLLECTIONS OF A WANDERER.
_The Wreck._[1]
_(For the Mirror.)_
All night the booming minute-gun
Had pealed along the deep,
And mournfully the rising sun
Look'd o'er the tide-worn steep,
A bark from India's coral strand,
Before the rushing blast,
Had vailed her topsails to the sand
And bowed her noble mast.
The Queenly ship! brave hearts had striven
And true ones died with her!
We saw her mighty cable riven,
Like floating gossamer!
We saw her proud flag struck that morn,
A star once o'er the seas,
Her helm beat down, her deck uptorn,
And sadder things than these!
MRS.
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