Torrens, W. T. M'C., M.P. Zerffi, Dr. G. G., F.R.S.L. The Urban Club has proved itself faithful in its devotion to the Drama and its chief representative, William Shakespeare. So early in its career as 1860, it commenced that worship at the fhrine of the Bard, when the Festival was prefided over on Monday, the 23rd of April, by Mr. Henry Marston, the great Shakespearean actor, who, I am happy to fay, is ftill an active member of the Club. From that time until the prefent the Anniversary has been regularly obferved, and prefided over and affifted in, by fome of the leading reprefentatives of the Drama, Stage, Prefs, and Scientific and General Literature, comprising such familiar names as―― Haliburton, R. G., M.A. Heraud, J. A. Levy, Jonas, J.P. Marston, Dr. Westland Morley, Profeffor J. As many of my readers Richardfon, Dr. B. W., M.A., F.R.S. Richards, Col. A. B. Sawyer, W., F.S.A. Tomlins, Frederick Guest may wish to form fome idea of the productions the members of the Urban Club have from time to time put forth, I have selected the following fongs and poems bearing upon the Club and its annual celebrations. I could give many I could give many other fongs and poems, but my space unfortunately will not permit. Sonnet to Shakespeare. 64 IGHTY upraiser of the heart of man! M A ftream of thought and fancy clear he winds, Well may we deem that thou art God-infpired- Our own dear Shakespeare! Poet of the World! Subjector of the Universe and Time! EFFINGHAM WILSON. DR. JOHNSON: A FAIRY TALE, TOLD TO MY DAUGHTER ON NEW YEAR'S NIGHT. BY ROBERT B. BROUGH. Reprinted from the "Welcome Gueft," January 14, 1860, by the Urban Club, in appreciation of the Author, one of its Members. With fuch friends as now I fee; Love and Thought, And those boys with noble heads Fruits from Fortune's garden wall Many lips, I fee, have smiled But my daughter does not laugh; I would have you, Mifs, to know, That all claffes, high or low, In the funnieft of "figs" When each gentleman or lord, When a lady, on her face, In this funny age of yore, Truth's and Wifdom's flag to wave, And the fairies at his birth, Good and bad; An indomitable heart; A capacious fearching brain, For a lie; While they pinched his giant frame With a fcorn for lordly gifts, But the fpell was to be moved Shall I tell you how he wrought, Of his gallant deeds, but few He a humble dwelling stocked, Ne'er the leaft complaining word He could fnatch from jail a friend, And a trickster doomed to die: But the greatest of his deeds, Is an act of courage grand |