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But if some new-born whim, or larger bribe,
Prompt thy crude brain, and claim thee for a scribe;
li chance some bard, though once by dunces fear'd,
Now, prone in dust, can only be revered ;
If Pope, whose fame and genius, from the first,
Have foil'd the best of critics, needs the worst,
Do thou essay: each fault, each failing scan;
The first of poets was, alas! but man.
Rake froin each ancient dunghill ev'ry pearl,
Consult Lord Fanny, and confide in Curll ;'
Let all the scandals of a former age
Perch on thy pen, and flutter o'er thy page;
Afie et a candor which thou canst not feel,
Cothe enry in the garb of honest zeal;

Write, as if St. John's soul could still inspire,
! And do from hate what Mallet? did for hire.
On! hadst thou lived in that congenial time,
To rave with Dennis, and with Ralph to rhyme ;)
Througʻd with the rest around his living head,
Not raised thy hoof against the lion dead;"
A meet reward had crown’d thy glorious gains,
And link'd thee to the Dunciad for thy pains.“

Oh, Amos Cottle! for a moment think
What meager profits spring from pen and ink!
When thus devoted to poetic dreams,
Who will per

thy prostituted reams?
Oh pen perverted ! paper misapplied !
Had Cottle still adorn'd the counter's side,
Bent o'er the desk, or, born to useful toils,
Been taught to make the paper which he soils,
Plough'd, delved, or plied the oar with lusty limb,
He had not sung of Wales, nor I of him.”

As Sisyphus against the infernal steep
Rolls the huge rock whose motions no'er may sleep,
So up thy hill, ambrosial Richmond, heaves
Dull Maurice all his granite weight of leaves :
Smooth, solid monuments of mental pain !
The petrifactions of a plodding brain,
That ere they reach the top, fall lumbering back again.

With broken lyre, and cheek serenely pale,
Lo! sad Alcæus wanders down the vale ;
Though fair they rose, and might have bloom'd at last,
His hopes have perish'd by the northern blast :
Nipp'd in the bud by Caledonian gales,
His blossoms wither as the blast prevails !
O'er his lost works let classic Sheffield weep;
May no rude haud disturb their early sleep!!

Yet say! why should the bard at once resign
His claim to favor from the sacred Nine ?
Forever startled by the mingled howl
Of northern wolves, that still in darkness prowl;
A coward brood, which mangle as they prey,
By hellish instinct, all that cross their way;
Aged or young, the living or the dead,
No mercy find—these harpies must be fed
Why do the injured unresisting yield
The calm possession of their native field ?
Why tamely thus before their fangs retreat,
Nor hunt the bloodhounds back to Arthur's Seat ? 12

Another epic! Who inflicts again
More books of blank upon the sons of men ?
Beputian Cottle, rich Bristowa's boast,
Imports old stories from the Cambrian coast,
And sends his goods to market-all alive!
Lines forty thousand, cantos twenty-five!
Fresh fish from Helicon!" who'll buy? who'll buy?
The precious bargain 's cheap-in faith, not I.
Your turtle-feeder's verse must needs be flat,
Though Bristol bloat him with the verdant fat;
If Commerce fills the purse, she clogs the brain,
And Amos Cottle strikes the lyre in vain.
In him an author's luckless lot behold,
Coudemn d to make the books which once he sold.
Ob, Amos Cottle - Phoebus! what a name,
To fill the speaking trump of future fame!-

I Curll is one of the heroes of the Dunciad, and was a letters of this fellow (Joseph Cottle) to an unfortunate bookseller. Lord Fanny is the poetical name of Lord Her poetess, whose productions, which the poor woman by no Tey, author of " Lines to the linitator of Horace."

means thought vainly of, he attacked so roughly and bitter: Lord Bolingbroke hired Matlet to traduce Pope after his ly, that I could hardly resist assailing him, even were it un. decease, because the poet had retained some copies of a just, which it is not-for verily he is an ass.”—B. by Lord Bolingbroke-“the Patriot King,'-- which The same person has had the honor to be recorded in the that splendid but malignant genius had ordered to be de- Antijacobin, probably by Canning :stroved.- Bolingbroke's thirst of vengeance," says Dr. ** And Cottle, not he who that Alfred made famous, Johason, incited him to blast the memory of the man over But Joseph, of Bristol, the brother of Amos.") whom he had wept in his last struggles, and he employed Mr. Maurice hath manufactured the component parts Mallet, another iniend of Pope, to tell the tale to the pub- of a ponderous quarto, upon the beauties of " Richmond lie, with all its aggravations.”]

Hill," and the like :--it also takes in a charming view of 1 Dennis the critic, and Ralph the rhymester.

Turnham Green, Hainmersinith, Brentford, Old and New, •Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls,

and the parts adjacent.--[The Rev. Thomas Maurice also Making night hideous: answer him, ye owls !"

wrote “Westminster Abbey." and other poems, the “His. Dunciad.

tory of Ancient and Modern Hindostan," &c., and his own

"Memoirs ; comprehending Anecdotes of Literary CharacSee Bowles's late edition of Pope's Works, for which he ters, during a period of thirty years :"--a very amusing received three hundred pounds. Thus Mr. B. has experi piece of autobiography. He died in 1621, at his apartments eaced how much easier it is to profit by the reputation of in the British Museum ; where he had been for some years another than to elevate his own.

assistant keeper of MSS.] Lord Byron's MS, note of 1816 on this passage is. 10 Poor Montgomery, though praised by every English Too savage all this on Bowles:" and well might he say so. Review, has been bitterly reviled by the Edinburgh. After That venerable person is still living; and in spite of all the all, the bard of Sheffield is a man of considerable genius. criticisms to which his injudicious edition of Pope exposed His * Wanderer of Switzerland" is worth a thousand hinn afterwards, there can be no doubt that Lord B., in his

* Lyrical Ballads,” and at least fifty " degraded epics." calmer moments, did justice to that exquisite poetical genius (In a MS. critique on this satire, by the late Reverend which, by their own confession, originally inspired both William Crowe, public orator at Oxford, the incongruity of Wordsworth and Coleridge.)

these metaphors is thus noticed :-** Within the space of ! " Fresh fish from Helicon!"-"Helicon” is a mountain, three or four couplets he transforms a man into as many ' and not a fish-pond. It should have been " Hippocrene." different animals: allow hin but the compass of three lines, Byroa, 1616.)

and he will metamorphose him from a wolf into a harpy, Mr. Cottle, Amos, Joseph, I don't know which, but one and in three more he will make him a bloodhound." Un or both, once sellers of books they did not write, and now seeing Mr. Crowe's reinarks, Lord Byron desired Mr. Murstiters of books they do not sell, have published a pair of ray to substitute, in the copy in his possession, for "hellish epics. Alfred."--poor Alfred ! Pye has been at him too !) instinct," brutal instinct," for “harpies" " felons," and for --- Alfred," and the Fall of Cambria."

bloodhounds, hell-hounds.") * (Here Lord B. notes in 1816:- All right. I saw some 12 Arthur's Seat ; the hill which overhangs Edinburgh


Hoalth to iminortal Jeffrey !! once, in name,
England could boust a judge almost the same ;
In soul so like, so merciful, yet just,
Soma think that Satan has resign'd his trust,
And given the spirit to the world again,
To sentence letters, as he sentenced men.
With hand less mighty, but with heart as black,
With voice as willing to decree the rack ;
Bred in the courts betimes, though all that law
As yet hath taught him is to find a flaw;
Since well instructed in the patriot school
To rail at party, though a party tool,
Who knows, if chance his patrons should restore
Back to the sway they forteited before,
His scribbling toils somo recompense may meet,
And raise this Daniel to the judgment-seat ??
Let Jeffries' shade indulge the pious hope,
And greeting thus, present him with a rope :
“ Heir to my virtues! man of equal mind!
Skill'd to condemn as to traduce mankind,
This cord receive, for thee reserved with care,
To wield in judgment, and at length to wear."

The Tolbooth felt-for marble sometimes can,
On such occasions, feel as much as mal-
The Tolbooth felt defrauded of his charms,
If Jeffrey died, except within her arms :*
Nay last, not least, on that portentous morn,
The sixteenth story, where himself was born,
His patrimonial garret, fell to ground,
And pale Edina shudder'd at the sound:
Strew'd were the streets around with milk-white

Flow'd all the Canongate with inky streams;
This of his candor seem'd the sable dew,
That of his valor show'd the bloodless hue;
And all with justice deem'd the two combined
The mingled emblems of his mighty mind.
But Caledonia's goddess hover'd o'er
The field, and saved him from the wrath of Moore;
From either pistol snatch'd the vengeful lead,
And straight restored it to her favorite's head;
That head, with greater than magnetic pow'r,
Caught it, as Danaë caught the golden show'r,
And, though the thickening dross will scarce refine,
Augments its ore, and is itself a mine.
“My son," she cried, “ pe'er thirst for gore again,
Resign the pistol, and resume the pen;
O'er politics and poesy preside,
Boast of thy country, and Britannia's guide!
For long as Albion's heedless sons submit,
Or Scottish taste decides on English wit,
So long shall last thine unmolested reign,
Nor any dare to take thy name in vain.
Behold, a chosen band shall aid thy plan,
And own theo chieftain of the critic clan.
First in the oat-fed phalanx shall be seen
The travellid thane, Athenian Aberdeen."
Herbert shall wield Thor's hammer," and sometimes,
In gratitude, thou'lt praise his rugged rhymes,
Smug Sydney too thy bitter page shall seek,
And classic Hallam,o much renown'd for Greek;


Health to great Jeffrey! Heaven preserve his life
To flourish on the fertile shores of Fife,
And guard it sacred in its future wars,
Since authors sometimes seek the field of Mars !
Cau none remember that eventful day,
That ever glorious, almost fatal fray,
When Little's leadless pistol met his eye,
And Bow-street myrmidons stood laughing by ?*
Oh, day disastrous ! On her firm-set rock,
Dunedin's castle felt a secret shock;
Dark roll'd the sympathetic waves of Forth,
Low groan’d the startled whirlwinds of the north ;
Tweed ruffled half his waves to form a tear,
The other half pursued its calm career ;
Arthur's steep summit nodded to its base,
The surly Tolbooth scarcely kept her place.

1(Mr. Jeffrey, who, after the first Number or two, suc criminals executed in the front might hare rendered the ceeded the Rev. Sydney Smith in the editorship of the Ed edifice more callous. She is said to be of the softer sex, be inburgh Review, retired from his critical post some little cause her delicacy of feeling on this day was truly feminde, time before he was appointed Lord Advocate for Scotland : though, like most feminine impulses, perhaps a little selfish. he is now (1836) a Lord of Session. " I have often, since my

* His lordship has been much abroad, is a member of the return to England," says Lord Byron, (Diary, 1814,) "heard

Athenian Society, and reviewer of " Gell's Topography of Jeffrey most highly cominended by those who knew him,

Troy."--[George Hamilton Gordon, fourth Earl of Aber. for things independent of his talents. I admire him for this

deen, K. T., F.R. S., and P. S. A. In 1822, his lonistup - not because he has praised me, but because he is, per- published an Inquiry into the Principles of Beauty in Grehaps, the only man who, under the relations in which he

cian Architecture.")
and I stand, or stood, with regard to each other, would
have had the liberality to act thus: none but a great soul

o Mr. Herbert is a translator of Icelandic and other poetry. dared hazard it-it little scribbler would have gone on

One of the principal pieces is a “ Song on the Recovery of cavilling to the end of the chapter.")

Thor's Hammer:" the translation is a pleasant chant in the

vulgar tongue, and endeth thus :-
? [** Too ferocious—this is mere insanity."-B. 1816.)
3 ["All this is bad, because personal."--B. 1816.)

“Instead of money and rings, I wol,

The hammer's bruises were her lot,
* In 1806, Messrs. Jeffrey and Moore met at Chalk-Farm.

Thus Odin's son his hammer got."
The duel was prevented by the interference of the magis.
tracy; and, on examination, the balls of the pistols were

[The Hon. William Herbert, brother to the Earl of Carpar. found to have evaporated. This incident gave occasion to

von. He also published, in 1811, “ Helga," a poem in seven much waggery in the daily prints. [The above note was

cantos ) struck out of the fifth edition, and the following, after being • The Rev. Sydney Smith, the reputed author of Peter submitted to Mr. Moore, substituted in its place :-"I am

Plymley's Letters, and sundry criticisms.--low 1836) Ome. informed that Mr. Moore published at the time a disavowal of the Canons Residentiary of St. Paul's. &c. - Dyson's of the statements in the newspapers, as far as regarded

Address to his Constituents on the Reform Bill." and many himself; and, in justice to him, I mention this circumstance. other pieces published anonymously or pseudonomousis, As I never heard of it before, I cannot state the particulars, are generally ascribed to this eminently wity person. wbu and was only made acquainted with the fact very lately.”— has put forth nothing, it is believed, in his own name, exNovember 4, 1811.)

cept a voluine of Sermons.) $ The Tweed here behaved with proper decorum ; it 10 Mr. Jallam reviewed Payne Knight's * Tuste," and was ! would have been highly reprehensible in the English half exceedingly severe on some Greek verses therein. It was of the river to have shown the smallest syinptom of appre not discovered that the lines were Pindar's till the press hension.

rendered it impossible to cancel the critique, wheb :'] 6 This display of sympathy on the part of the Tolbooth, stands an everlasting monument of Hallam's ingenuity :(the principal prison in Edinburgh, which iruly seems to Note added to second edition. The said Hallam is incense! have been inost affected on this occasion, is much to be com because he is falsely accused, seeing that he never dine: 5 mended. It was to be apprehended, thai ihe many unhappy at Holland House. If thus be true, I am sorry--not for kav

Scott may perehance his name and influence lend,
And paltry Pillans' shall traduce his friend;
While gay Thalia's luckless votary, Lambe,?
Damn'd like the devil, devil-like will damn.
kooma be thy name, unbounded be thy sway!
Thy Hollands banquets shall each toil repay;
While grateful Britain yields the praise she owes
To Holland's hirelings and to learning's foes.
Yet mark one caution ere thy next Review
Spread its light wings of saffrou and of blue,
Beware lest blundering Broughamo destroy the sale,
Turu beef to bannocks, cauliflowers to kail.”
Thus having said, the kilted goddess kiss'd
Her son, and vanish'd in a Scottish mist.*

Illustrious Holland! hard would be his lot,
His hirelings mention'd, and himself forgot!
Holland, with Henry Petty at his back,
The whipper-in and huntsman of the pack.
Bless'd be the banquets spread at Holland House,
Where Scotchmen feed, and critics may carouse!
Long, long beneath that hospitable roof
Shall Grub-street dine, while duns are kept aloof.
See honest Hallam lay aside his fork,
Resume his pen, review his Lordship's work,
And, grateful for the dainties on his plate,
Declare his landlord can at least translate !10
Dunedin! view thy children with delight,
They write for food—and feed because they write:
And lest, when heated with the unusual grape,
Some glowing thoughts should to the press escape,
And tinge with red the female reader's cheek,
My lady skims the cream of each critique ;
Breathes o'er the page her purity of soul,
Reforms each error, and refines the whole."

Then prosper Jeffrey! pertest of the train
Wher Scotland pampers with her fiery grain !
Whatever blessing waits a genuine Scot,
In double portion swells thy glorious lot ;
For thee Edina culls her evening sweets,

And showers their odors on thy candid sheets,
| Whose hue and fragrance to thy work adhere-
This scents its pages, and that gilds its rear."
Lo! blushing Itch, coy nymph, enamor'd grown,
Forsakes the rest, and cleaves to thee alone :
And, too unjust to other Pictish men,
Enjoys thy person, and inspires thy pen !

Now to the Drama turn-Oh! motley sight!
What precious scenes the wondering eyes invite !
Puns, and a prince within a barrel pent, a
And Dibdin's nonsense yield complete content.
Though now, thank Heaven! the Rosciomania's o'er,
And full-grown actors are endured once more ;

oz said so, but on his account, as I understand his lord. 6 [In the tenth canto of Don Juan, Lord Byron pays the sup's feasts are preferable to his compositions.-If he did following pretty compliment to his quondam antagonist :Dot refiew Lord Holland's performance, I am glad, because it must have been painful to read, and irksome to praise it.

" And all our little feuds—at least all minelir. Hallam will tell ine who did review it, the real name

Dear Jeffrey, once my most redoubted foe, shall find a place in the text; provided, nevertheless, the (As far as rhyme and criticism combine said name be of two orthodox musical syllables, and will

To make such puppets of us things below,) come into the verse : till then, Hallam must stand for want Are over: here's a health to · Auld Lang Syne ;' of a better.-{It cannot be necessary to vindicate the great

I do not know you, and may never know author of the Middle Ages" and the “ Constitutional llis

Your face-but you have acted on the whole lory of England" from the insinuations of the juvenile poet.) Most nobly, and I own it from my soul.”']

i Pilans is a tutor at Eton---( Mr. Pillans became afterwards Rector of the High School of Edinburgh, and has now

[" Bad enough, and on mistaken grounds too."-B. 1816 ] been for some years Professor of llumanity in that Univer 8( Lord Henry Petty ;-now (1836) Marquess of Lanssay. There was not, it is believed, the slightest foundation downe.) for the charge in the text.)

[In 1813, Lord Byron dedicated the Bride of Abydos to • The Hon. George Lambe reviewed “ Beresford's Mise Lord Holland ; and we find in his Journal (Nov. 17ih) this nies," and is, moreover, author of a farce enacted with much passage :--" I have had a most kind letter from Lord Holapplause at the Priory, Stanmore, and damned with great land on the Bride of Abydos, which he likes, and so does expedition at the late theatre, Covent Garden. It was en Lady H. This is very good-natured in both, from whom I tule Whistle for it."- Mr. Lambe was, in 1818, the suc don't deserve any quarter. Yet I did think at the time, that or sful candidate for the representation of Westminster, in my cause of enmity proceeded from Holland blouse, and opposition to Mr. Hobhouse ; who, however, defeated him am glad I was wrong, and wish I had not been in such a in the following year. In 1821, Mr. Lambe published a hurry with that confounded Satire, of which I would suptranslation of Catullus. In 1832, he was appointed Under press even the meinory: but people, now they can't get it, Secretary of State for the Home Departinent, his chief be make a fuss, I verily believe out of contradiction.") ing his brother, Lord Melbourne. He died in 1833.)

10 Lord Holland has translated some specimens of Lope : Mr. Brougham, in No. xxv. of the Edinburgh Review,

de Vega, inserted in his life of the author. Both are be. throughout the article concerning Don Pedro de Cevallos,

praised by his disinterested guests.--[We are not aware that has displayed more politics than policy; many of the worthy Lord Holland has subsequently published any verses, exburgesses of Edinburgh being so incensed at the infamous

cept a universally admired version of the 28th canto of ponciples it erinces, as to have withdrawn their subscrip: the Orlando Furioso, which is given by way of appendix to i bone-llere followed, in the first edition-- The name of

one of Mr. W. Stewart Rose's volumes.] this personage is pronounced Broom in the south, but the truly northern and musical pronunciation is BROUGH-Am, in 11 Certain it is, her ladyship is suspected of having dis. Ikosyllables;" but for this Lord B. substituted in the sec played her matchless wit in the Edinburgh Review. How. vjud edition :-** It seems that Mr. Brougham is not a Pict, ever that may be, we know, from good authority, that the as I supposed, but a Borderer, and his name is pronounced , manuscripts are submitted to her perusal-no doubt, for Brown, from Trent to Tay :-so be it.")

correction " I ought to apologize to the worthy deities for introdu

1. In the melo-drama of Tekeli, that heroic prince is clapcing a new goddess with short petticoats to their notice:

ped into a barrel on the stage: a new asylum for distressed ! tat, alas! what was to be done? I could not say Caledo. heroes.--[In the original MS, the note stands thus:-" In the bia's genius, it being well known there is no such genius to

melo-drama of Tekeli, that heroic prince is clapped into a be found from Clackmanan to Caithness; yet, without su

barrel on the stage, and Count Evrard in the fortress hides pernatural agency, how was Jeffrey to be saved? The na

himself in a green-house built expressly for the occasion. 1 Loral" kelpies" are too unpoetical, and the “brownies"

'Tis a pity thai Theodore Hook, who is really a man of ani - gude neighbors" (spirits of a good disposition) refused

talent, should confine his genius to such paltry productions to extncate him. A goddess, therefore, has been called for as the - Fortress,' - Music Mad,' &c. &c.'_ This extraordithe pursuse; and great ought to be the gratitude of Jeffrey,

nary humorist, who was a mere boy at the date of Lord seemg it is the only communication he ever held, or is likeIs to hold, with any thing heavenly.

Byron's satire, has since distinguished himself by works

more worthy of his abilities--nine volumes of highly popu* See the color of the back binding of the Edinburgh Re lar novels, entitled “Sayings and Doings"—“ Gilbert GurVIEW.

ney”-a world of political jeux d'espril, &c. &c.]

Yet what avail their vain attempts to please,

While poor John Bull, bewilder'd with the scene, While British critics suffer scenes like these ;

Stares, wondering what the devil it can mean; While Reynolds vents his “ dammes !" " poohs !” and But as some hauds applaud, a venal few ! « zounds!"

Rather than sleep, why John applauds it too. And common-place and common sense confounds ? While Kenney's “World"-ah! where is Kenney's? Such are we now. Ah! wherefore should we wit?

turn Tires the sad gallery, lulls the listless pit;

To what our fathers were, unless to mourn? And Beaumont's pilfer'd Caratach affords

Degenerate Britons ! are ye dead to shame, A tragedy complete in all but words ?3

Or, kind to dulness, do you fear to blame? Who but must mourn, while these are all the rage, Well may the nobles of our present race The degradation of our vaunted stago!

Watch each distortion of a Naldi's face ;
Heavens! is all sense of shame and talent gone ? Well may they smile on Italy's buffoons,
Have wo no living bard of merit ?-none !

And worship Catalani's pantaloons,
Awake, George Colman !* Cumberland,' awake! Since their own drama yields no fairer trace
Ring the alarum bell! let folly quake!

Of wit than puns, of humor than grimace."
Oh, Sheridan! if aught can move thy pen,
Let Comedy assume her throne again;

Then let Ausonia, skill'd in every art
Abjure the mummery of the German schools; To soften manners, but corrupt the heart,
Leave new Pizarros to translating fools ;

Pour her exotic follies o'er the town, Give, as thy last memorial to the age,

To sanction Vice, and hunt Decorurn down: One classic drama, and reform the stage.

Let wedded strumpets languish o'er Deshayes, Gods! o'er those boards shall Folly rear her head, And bless the promise which his form "displays; Where Garrick trod, and Siddons lives to tread ? While Gayton bounds before th' enraptured looks On those shall Farce display Buffoon’ry's mask, Of hoary marquises and stripling dukes: And Hook conceal his heroes in a cask ?

Let high-born lechers eye the lively Presle Shall sapient managers new scenes produce

Twirl her light limbs, that spurn the needless veil; From Cherry, Skeffington, and Mother Goose ? Let Angiolini bare her breast of snow, While Shakspeare, Otway, Massinger, forgot,

Wave the white arm, and point the pliant toe; On stalls must moulder, or in closets rot ?

Collini trill her love-inspiring song, Lo! with what pomp the daily prints proclaim

Strain her fair neck, and charm the listening throng! The rival candidates for Attic fame!

Whet not your scythe, suppressors of our vice! In grim array though Lewis' spectres rise,

Reforming saints! too delicately nice! Still Skeffington and Goose divide the prize.?

By whose decrees, our sinful souls to save, And sure great Skeffington must claim our praise, No Sunday tankards foam, no barbers shave ; For skirtless coats and skeletons of plays

And beer undrawn, and beards unmowo, display Renown'd alike; whose genius ne'er confines Your holy reverence for the Sabbath-day. Her flight to garnish Greenwood's gay designs ;$ Nor sleeps with “ Sleeping Beauties,” but anon

Or hail at once the patron and the pile In five facetious acts comes thundering on,”

Of vice and folly, Greville and Argyle !!

1 All these are favorite expressions of Mr. Reynolds, and him play Sir Giles Overreach, he was seized with a sort of prominent in his comedies, living and defunct.--[The read convulsive fit. John Kemble died in 1823,--lus illustrious er is referred to Mr. Reynolds's Autobiography, published sister in 1830.) in 1826, for a full account of his voluminous writings for the ? [Dibdin's pantomime of Mother Goose had a run o! stage.]

nearly a hundred nights, and brought more than twenty ? [Mr. Kenney has since written many successful dramas.) thousand pounds to the treasury of Covent Garden theatre.

9 Mr. Thomas Sheridan, the new manager of Drury Lane * Mr. Greenwood is, we believe, scene-painter to Drury theatre, stripped the tragedy of Bonduca of the dialogue, Lane theatre-as such, Mr. Sketfington is much indebied to and exhibited the scenes as the spectacle of Caractacus.

him. Was this worthy of his sire? or of himself ?-(Thomas

9 Mr. (now Sir Lumley) Skeffington is the illustrious avSheridan, who united much of the convivial wit of his pa

thor of ihe “ Sleeping Beauty;" and some come lies, per rent to many amiable qualities, received, after the termina

ticularly “ Maids and Bachelors.” Baccalauri baculo ma | tion of his theatrical management, the appointment of colo

gis quam lauro digni. nial paymaster at the Cape of Good Hope, where he died in September, 1817, leaving a widow, whose novel of "Car

10 Naldi and Catalani require little notice ; for the visage well" has obtained much approbation, and several children ;

of the one and the salary of the other, will enable us long among others, the accomplished authoress of “ Rosalie"

to recollect these amusing vagabonds. Besides, we are

still black and blue from the squeeze on the first night of and other poems, now the Honorable Mrs. Norton.]

1 the lady's appearance in trousers. * [Lord Byron entertained a high opinion of George Col. man's convivial powers.--" If I had," he says, “to choose,

11 (The following twenty lines were struck off one night and could not have both at a time, I should say, “Let me

after Lord Byron's return from the Opera, and seat the begin the evening with Sheridan, and finish it with Colman.'

next morning to the printer, with a request to have iden Sheridan for dinner, and Colman for supper ; Sheridan for placed where they now appear.] claret or port, but Colman for every thing. Sheridan was a 12 To prevent any blunder, such as mistaking a street for grenadier company of life-guards, but Colman a whole a man, I beg leave to state, that it is the institution, and Do: regiment--of light infantry, to be sure, but still a regiment. the duke of that name, which is here alluded 10. A gente Mr. Colman died in October, 1636.")

man, with whom I am slightly acquainted, lost in the Ar: 6 (Richard Cumberland, the well-known author of the le Rooms several thousand pounds at backgammon. It “ West Indian," the “ Observer," and one of the most in

is but justice to the manager in this instance to say, that

some degree of disapprobation was manifested: but wbr teresting of autobiographies, died in 1811.)

are the implements of gaming allowed in a place devotel 6 (In all editions previous to the fifth, it was, “Kemble to the society of both sexes ! A picasant thing for the lives to tread." Lord Byron used to say, that, "of actors, wires and daughters of those who are blessed or cursed with Cooke was the most natural, Kemble the most supernatural, Kean the medium between the two; but that Mrs. Sid * (" True. It was Billy Way who lost the money ! dons was worth them all put together." Such effect, how knew him, and was a subscriber to the Argyle at the ume ever, had Kean's acting on his mind, that once, on seeing of the event."--Byron, 1816.)

Where you proud palace, Fashion's hallow'd fane Traduced by liars, and forgot by all,
Spreads wide her portals for the motley train,

The mangled victim of a drunken brawl,
Behold the new Petronius' of the day,

To live like Clodius, and like Falkland fall.
Our arbiter of pleasure and of play!
There the hired eunuch, the Hesperian choir,

Truth! rouse some genuine bard, and guide his hand, The melting late, the soft lascivious lyre,

To drive this pestilence from out the land. The song from Italy, the step from France,

E'en I-least thinking of a thoughtless throng, The midnight orgy, and the mazy dance,

Just skill'd to know the right and choose the wrong, The smile of beauty, and the flush of wine,

Freed at that age when reason's shield is lost, For fops, foois, gamesters, knaves, and lords combine : To fight my course through passion's countless host • Each to his humor--Comus all allows;

Whom every path of pleasure's flow'ry way Champaign, dice, inusic, or your neighbor's spouse. Has lured in turn, and all have led astrayTalk not to us, yo starving sons of trade!

E'en I must raise my voice, e'en I must feel Oi piteous ruin, which ourselves have made ;

Such scenes, such men, destroy the public weal; In Plenty's sunshine Fortune's minions bask,

Although some kind, censorious friend will say, Nor think of poverty, except "en masque,”

“ What art thou better, meddling fool, than they ?" When for the night some lately titled ass

And every brother rake will smile to see Appears the beggar which his grandsire was

That miracle, a moralist in me. The curtain dropp'd, the gay burletta o'er,

No matter-when some bard in virtue strong, The audience take their turn upon the floor;

Gifford perchance, shall raise the chastening song, Now round the rooin the circling dow'gers sweep, Then sleep my pen forever! and my voice Now in loose waltz the thin-clad daughters leap; Be only heard to hail him, and rejoice ; 'The first in lengthen'd line majestic swim,

Rejoice, and yield my feeble praise, though I
The last display the freo unfetter'd limb!

May feel the lash that Virtue must apply.
Those for Hibernia's lusty sous repair
With art the charms which nature could not spare ; As for the smaller fry, who swarm in shoals
These after husbands wing their eager flight,

From silly Hafiz up to simple Bowles, o
Nor leave much mystery for the nuptial night. Why should we call them from their dark abode,

In broad St. Giles's or in Tottenham-road ? Oh! bless'd retreats of infamy and ease,

Or (since some men of fashion nobly dare Where, all forgotten but the power to please,

To scrawl in verse) from Bond-street or the Square ? Each maid may give a loose to genial thought, If things of ton their harmless lays indite, Each swain may teach new systems, or be taught : Most wisely doom'd to shun the public sight, There the blithe youngster, just return'd from Spain, What harm? In spite of every critic elf, Cuts the light pack, or calls the rattling main ; Sir T. may read his stanzas to himself; The jovial caster '8 set, and seven 's the nick,

Miles Andrews' still his strength in couplets try, 05-done!-a thousand on the coming trick!

And live in prologues, though his dramas die. 1 lf, mad with loss, existence 'gins to tire,

Lords too are bards, such things at times befall, And all your hope or wish is to expire,

And 'tis some praise in peers to write at all. Here's Powell's pistol ready for your life,

Yet, did or taste or reason sway the times, And, kinder still, iwo Pagets for your wife ;

Ah! who would take their titles with their rhymes ? Fie consummation of an earthly race,

Roscommon! Sheffield! with your spirits fled, Bryou in folly, ended in disgrace;

No future laurels deck a noble head; While none but menials o'er the bed of death,

No muse will cheer, with renovating smile, Wash thy red wounds, or watch thy wavering breath ; The paralytic puling of Carlisle.”

sub connections, to hear the billiard-tables rattling in one only that Lord Byron gave proof of sympathy on the melpam, and the dice in another! That this is the case I my ancholy occasion. Though his own difficulties pressed on

il can testily, as a late unworthy meinber of an institution him at the time, he contrived to administer relief to the warb materially affects the morals of the higher orders, widow and children of his friend.) «hile the lower inay not even move to the sound of a tabor

+ ["Yes: and a precious chase they led me."-B. 1816.) ud fiddle, without a chance of indictinent for riotous bebuvor.-(Conceiving the foregoing note, together with the

(" Fool enough, certainly, then, and no wiser since."Les to the lext, to convey a reflection upon his conduct, as

B. 1816.) Taper of the Argyle institntion, Colonel Greville de 6 What would be the sentiments of the Persian Anacreon,

veian explanation of Lord Byron. The matter was Hafiz, could he rise from his splendid sepulchre at Sheeraz, Tarted to Mr. Leckie (the author of a work on Sicilian (where he reposes with Ferdousi and Sadi, the oriental atars on the part of Colonel Greville, and to Mr. Moore on Homer and Catullus,) and behold his name assumed by one o part of Lord Byron; by whom it was amicably settled.] Stott of Dromore, the most impudent and execrable of lite· Petronius. “ Arbiter elegantiarum” to Nero, “and a

rary poachers for the daily prints ? ny pretty fellow in his day," as Mr. Congreve's “ Old

[Miles Peter Andrews, many years M. P. for Bewdley, tachelor" sauth of Hannibal.

Colonel of the Prince of Wales's Volunteers, proprietor of * The original reading was, “a Paget for your wise."]

a gunpowder manufactory at Dartford, author of numerous I knew the late Lord Falkland well. On Sunday night the Baviad. 'He died in 1814.]

prologues, epilogues, and farces, and one of the heroes of Doch hun presiding at bis own table, in all the honest For Hospitality, on Wednesday morning, at three

(In the original manuscript we find these lines :****ck, I saw stretched before me all that remained of

“In these, our times, with daily wonders big, 10$, Iceling, and a host of passions. He was a gallant

A letter'd peer is like a letter'd pig ; &. 1 successful officer ; his faults were the faults of a sailor

Both know their alphabet, but who, from thence, - ** such, Britons will forgive them. He died like a brave

Infers that peers or pigs have manly sense? "10 a better cause: for had he fallen in like manner on

Still less that such should woo the graceful Nine : lerk of the Irigate to which he was just appointed, lis

Parnassus was not made for lords and swine."] 26 oeats would have been held up by his countrymen [On being told that it was believed he alluded to Lord **. example to succeeding heroes. (Lord Falkland was Carlisle's nervous disorder in this line, Lord Byron ex

ist in a duel by Mr. Powell, in 1809. It was not by words claimed, -" I thank heaven I did not know it; and would

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