By Xit.
Originally published in Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance (Chapman and Hall) vol.2 #1 (Mar 1842).
On that red, ghastly night, when London's Tower
Seemed all in flames,—and Terror, being there,
Threaten'd to hold dominion everywhere—
I stood on the old Hill, from hour to hour,
In fear, and hope, and awe,—and in a show'r.
Gazing, I thought of him who late laid bare
Each dark recess, then fill'd with fiery air,
And wrote the "Tower of London," tale of power!
When sudden through the throng a cry was sent;
A word predicting Brilliancy unseen,
Foretelling Agitation;—on it went;
A cry forbidding men to be serene;
A word prophetic of this day's event—
An universal cry—"The Magazine!"
1. As we do not dislike a little puffery of ourselves, we readily give insertion to the above.