Sidor som bilder

Shake off the sordid dust of such a land,
And shine like children of a happier strand;
As once, of yore, in some obnoxious place,
Ten names (if found) had saved a wretched race."

For Elgin's fame thus grateful Pallas pleads,
Below, his name-above, behold bis deeds! (1)
Be ever haild with equal honour here
The Gothic monarch and the Pictish peer:
Arms gave the first his right, the last had none,
Bat basely stole what less barbarians won.
So when the lion quits his fell repast,
Next prowls the wolf, the filtby jackal last:
Flesh, limbs, and blood the former make their own,
The last poor brute securely gpaws the bone.
Yet still the gods are just, and crimes are cross'd:
See bere what Elgin won, and what he lost!
Another name with his pollutes my shrine :
Bebold where Dian's beams disdain to shine!
Some retribution still might Pallas claim,
When Venus half avenged Minerva's shame.” (2)

“Mortal!" the blue-eyed maid resumed, "once more
Bear back my mandate to thy native shore.
Though fallen, alas! this vengeance yet is mine,
To turn my counsels far from Jands like thine.
Hear then in silence Pallas' stern behest;
Hear and believe, for Time will tell the rest.

She ceased awhile, and thus I dared reply,
To soothe the vengeance kindling in ber eye:
• Daughter of Jove! in Britain's injured name, -
A true-born Briton may the deed disclaim.
Prown not a England; England owns him not:
Athena, no! thy plunderer was a Scot.
Ask'st thou the difference? From fair Phyle's towers
Sarvey Baotia ;-Caledonia 's ours.
And well I know within that bastard land (3)
Hath Wisdom's goddess never held command;
A barren soil, where Nature's germs, confined
To stern sterility, can stint the mind;
Whose thistle well betrays the niggard earth,
Emblem of all to whom the land gives birth;
Each genial influence nurtured to resist,
A land of meanness, sophistry, and mist.
Each breeze from foggy mount and marshy plain
Dilutes with drivel every drizzly brain,
Till, barst at length, each watery head o'erflows,
Foul as their soil, and frigid as their snows.
Ten thousand schemes of petulance and pride
Despatch her scheming children far and wide:
Some east, some west, some every where but north,
In quest of lawless gain, they issue forth.
And thus-accursed be the day and year!
She sent a Pict to play the felon here.
Yet Caledonia claims some native worth,
As dull Boeotia gave a Pindar birth;
So may ber few, the letter'd and the brave,
Bound to no clime, and victors of the grave,

“First on the head of him who did this deed
My curse shall light, on him and all his seed:
Without one spark of intellectual fire,
Be all the sons as senseless as the sire:
If one with wit the parent brood disgrace,
Believe him bastard of a brighter race:
Still with his hireling artists let him prate,
And Folly's praise repay for Wisdom's hate;
Long of their patron's gusto let them tell,
Whose noblest native gusto is—to sell :
To sell, and make-may Shame record the day!
The state receiver of his pilfer'd prey.(4)
Meantime, the flattering, feeble dotard West,
Europe's worst dauber, and poor Britain's best,
With palsied hand shall turn each model o'er,
And own himself an infant of fourscore.(5)
Be all the bruisers cull'd from all St. Giles',
That art and nature may compare their styles ;'
While brawny brutes in stupid wonder stare,
And marvel at his lordship's stone-shop' (6) there.
Round the throng'd gate sball sauntering coycombs

To lounge and lucubrate, to prate and peep;
While many a languid maid, with longing sigh,
On giant statues casts the curious eye;
The room with transient glance appears to skim,
Yet marks the mighty back and length of limb;
Mourns o'er the difference of now and then ;
Exclaims, These Greeks indeed were proper men!'
Draws sly comparisons of these with those,
And envies Laïs all her Attic beaux.
When shall a modern maid have swains like these!
Alas! Sir Harry is no Hercules!
And last of all, amidst the gaping crew,
Some calm spectator, as he takes his view,(7)

of Childeth the Parthenon, see notemarks on Lord Elgin's

(C For Lord Byron's detailed remarks on Lord Elgin's minister wish to adorn the bleak walls of a northern castle dealing with the Parthenon, see note!A) to the second Canto with antiques ? the temples of Theseus or Minerva must be of (Hilde Harold, antè, p. 96.-P.E.

dismantled, and the works of Phidias or Praxiteles be torn (2) His lordship's name, and that of one who no longer from the shattered frieze. That a decrepit uncle, wraphears it, are carved conspicuously on the Parthenon; above, ped up in the religious duties of his age and station, should in a part pot far distant, are the torn remnants of the basso listen to the suggestions of an interested nephew, is natural; rebevos, destroyed in a vain attempt to remove them. and that an oriental despot should undervalue the master

(3) "Irish bastards,” according to Sir Callaghan O'Bral pieces of Grecian art, is to be expected-though in both laghan

cases the consequences of such weakness are much to be (6) In 1816, thirty-five thousand pounds were voted by lamented; but that the minister of a pation, famed for its Parliament for the purchase of the Elgin marbles.-L. E. knowledge of the language, and its veneration for the mo.

(5) Mr. West, on seeing the "Elgin Collection” (I sup numents of ancient Greece, should have been the prompter pose we shall bear of the “ Abershaw" and "Jack Shephard" and the instrument of these destructions, is almost in. collection next), declared himself “ a mere tyro" in art. credible: Such rapacity is a crime against all ages and all

(6) Poor Crib was sadly puzzled when the marbles were generations: it deprives the past of the trophies of their first abibited at Elgin House: he asked if it was not "a genius and the title-deeds of their fame; the present, of stone-shop ?? He was right; it is a shop.

the strongest inducements to exertion, the noblest exhibi. (7) - Alas! all the monuments of Roman magnificence, tions that curiosity can contemplate; the future, of the all the remains of Grecian taste, so dear to the artist, the masterpieces of art, the models of imitation. To guard historian, the antiquary, all depend on the will of an arbi against the repetition of such depredations is the wish of trary sovereign, and that will is influenced too often by in- | every man of genias, the duty of every man in power, and terest or Vanity, by a nephew or a sycophant. Is a new the common interest of every civilized nation."-Eustace's palace to be erected (at Rome) for an upstart family ? the Classical Tour through Italy. Coliseum is stripped to furnish materials. Does a foreign "This attempt to transplant the temple of Vesta from

In silent indignation mix'd with grief,
Admires the plunder, but abhors the thief.(1)
Oh, loathed in life, nor pardon'd in the dust,
May hate pursue his sacrilegious lust!
Link'd with the fool that fired the Ephesian dome,
Shall vengeance follow far beyond the tomb,
And Eratostratus and Elgin shine
In many a branding page and burning line;
Alike reserved for aye to stand accursed,
Perchance the second blacker than the first.

But one, repentant o'er a bankrupt state,
On Pallas calls,-but calls, alas! too late:
Then raves for **; to that Mentor bends,
Though he and Pallas never yet were friends.
Him senates hear, whom never yet they heard,
Contemptuous once, and now no less absurd.
So, once of yore, each reasonable frog
Swore faith and fealty to his sovereign log;'
Thus hail'd your rulers their patrician cled,
As Egypt chose an onion for a god.

“So let him stand, through ages yet unborn,
Fix'd statue on the pedestal of Scorn;
Though not for him alone Revenge shall wait,
But fits thy country for her coming fate:
Hers were the deeds that taught her lawless son
To do what oft Britannia's self had done.
Look to the Baltic-blazing from afar,
Your old ally yet mourns perfidious war.(2)
Not to such deeds did Pallas lend her aid,
Or break the compact which herself had made;
Far from such councils, from the faithless field
She fled—but left behind her Gorgon shield:
A fatal gift that turn'd your friends to stone,
And left lost Albion hated and alone.

“Now fare ye well! enjoy your little hour;
Go, grasp the shadow of your vanish'd power;
Gloss o'er the failure of each fondest scheme;
Your strength a name, your bloated wealth a dream.
Gone is that gold, the marvel of mankind,
And pirates barter all that's left behind.(4)
No more the hirelings, purchased near and far,
Crowd to the ranks of mercenary war.
The idle merchant on the useless quay
Droops o'er the bales no bark may bear away;
Or, back returning, sees rejected stores"
Rot piecemeal on his own encumber'd shores :
The starved mechanic breaks his rusting loom,
And desperate mans him 'gainst the coming doom.
Then in the senate of your sinking state
Show me the man whose counsels may have weight.
Vain is each voice where tones could once command;
E'en factions cease to charm a factious land:
Yet jarring sects convulse a sister isle,
And light with maddening hands the mutual pile.

“Look to the East, where Ganges' swarthy race
Shall shake your tyrant empire to its base;
Lo! there Rebellion rears her ghastly head,
And glares the Nemesis of native dead;
Till Indus rolls a deep purpureal flood,
And claims his long arrear of northern blood.
So may ye perish!-Pallas, when she gave
Your free-born rights, forbade ye to enslave.

« Look on your Spain !-she clasps the hand she

But coldly clasps, and thrusts you from her gates.
Bear witness, bright Barossa! thou canst tell
Whose were the sons that bravely fought and fell.
But Lusitania, kind and dear ally,
Can spare a few to fight, and sometimes fly.
Oh glorious field! by Famine fiercely won,
The Gaul retires for once, and all is done :
But when did Pallas teach, that one retreat
Retrieved three long olympiads of defeat?

“ 'Tis done, 'tis past, since Pallas warns in vain;
The Furies seize her abdicated reign:
Wide o'er the realm they wave their kindling brands,
And wring ber vitals with their fiery hands.
But one convulsive struggle still remains,
And Gaul shall weep ere Albion wear her chains.
The banner'd pomp of war, the glittering files,
O'er whose gay trappings stern Bellona smiles;
The brazen trump, the spirit-stirring drum,
That bid the foe defiance ere they come;
The hero bounding at his country's call,
The glorious death that consecrates his fall,
Swell the young heart with visionary charms,
And bid it antedate the joys of arms.
But know, a lesson you may yet be taught,
With death alone are laurels cheaply bought:
Not in the conflict Havoc seeks delight,
His day of mercy is the day of fight.
But when the field is fought, the battle won,
Though drench'd with gore, his woes are but begun:
His deeper deeds as yet ye know by name;
The slaughter'd peasant and the ravish'd dame,
The rifled mansion and the foe-reap'd field,
Ill suit with souls at home, untaught to yield.
Say with what eye, along the distant down,
Would flying burghers mark the blazing town?

“Look last at home-ye love not to look there-
On the grim smile of comfortless despair :
Your city saddens: loud though Revel howls,
Here Famine faints, and yonder Rapine prowls.
See all alike of more or less bereft;
No misers tremble when there's nothing left.

Blest paper credit' (3) who shall dare to sing ?
It clogs like lead Corruption's weary wing.
Yet Pallas pluck'd each premier by the ear,
Who gods and men alike disdain'd to hear;

Italy to England may, perbaps, do honour to the late Lord tures? The Temple of Minerva was spared as a beacon to Bristol's patriotism or to his magnificence; but it cannot the world, to direct it to the knowledge of purity of taste. be considered as an indication of either taste or judgment." | What can we say to the disappointed traveller, who is now --Ibid.

deprived of the rich gratification which would have compen. (1) "That the Elgin marbles will contribute to the improve sated his travel and his toil? It will be little consolation ment of art in England cannot be doubted. They must to him to say, he may find the sculpture of the Parthenon certainly open the eyes of the British artists, and prove that | in England." H. W'. Williams.-L.E. the true and only road to simplicity and beauty is the study 2) The affair of Copenhagen.-L.E. of nature. But, had we a right to diminish the interest of

“Blest paper credit! last and best supply, Athens for selfish motives, and prevent successive genera.

Tbat lends Corruption lighter wings to fly!"- Pope. tions of other nations from seeing those admirable sculp 1) The Deal and Dover traffickers in specie.

How view the column of ascending flames
Shake his red shadow o'er the startled Thames ?
Nay, frowa not, Albion! for the torch was thine
That lit such pyres from Tagus to the Rhine :

Now should they burst on thy devoted coast,
Go, ask thy bosom who deserves them most.
The law of heaven and earth is life for life,
And she who raised, in vain regrets, the strife.”(1)

U "The beautiful but barren Hymettus, the whole coast coper's ship was bulged upon them? There are a thousand ad Attica, ber hills and mountains, Pentelicus, Anchesmus, | rocks and capes far more picturesque than those of the Philopappas, etc. etc. are in themselves poetical; and would | Acropolis and Cape Sunium in themselves. But it is the be so if the name of Athens, of Athenians, and her very ' art,' the columns, the temples, the wrecked vessel, which rias, vae swept from the earth. But am I to be told that give them their antique and their modern poetry, and not trae *aatare of Attica would be more poetical without the the spots themselves. I opposed, and will ever oppose, the *art of the Acropolis? of the Temple of Theseus? and of robbery of ruins from Athens, to instruct the English in

the still all Greek and glorious monuments of her exquisitely sculpture; but why did I do so? The ruins are as poetical I artificial genius? Ask tbe traveller what strikes him as in Piccadilly as they were in the Parthenon ; but the Par. most poetical, the Parthenon, or the rock on which it thenon and its rock are less so without them. Such is the stands? The COLUMNS of Cape Colonna, or the Cape itself? poetry of art." B. Letters, 1821.-L.E. The rocks at the foot of it, or the recollection that Fal

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cotillions, reels, and all the old paces to the newest tunes. But judge of my surprise, on arriving, to

see poor dear Mrs. Hornem with her arms half round 1 SR -I am a country gentleman of a midland county. the loins of a huge hussar-looking gentleman I never

I might have been a parliament-man for a certain set eyes on before; and his, to say truth, rather more borough; having had the offer ot as many votes as than half round her waist, turning round, and round, General T. at the general election in 18:2.(2) But and round, to a d- d see-saw up-and-down sort of I was all for domestic happiness; as, fifteen years tune, that reminded me of the “Black joke," only ago, on a visit to London, I married a middle-aged more affettuoso," till it made me quite giddy with maid of honour. We lived happily at Hornem Hall wondering they were not so. By-and-by they stopped till last season, when my wife and I were invited by a bit, and I thought they would sit or fall down :the Countess of Waltzaway (a distant relation of my but no; with Mrs. H.'s hand on his shoulder, “quam spouse) to pass the winter in town. Thinking no familiariter"(3) (as Terence said, when I was at harus, and our girls being come to a marriageable (or, school), they walked about a minute, and then at it as they call it, marketable) age, and having besides again, like two cockchafers spitted on the same boda Chancery suit inveterately entailed upon the family kin. I asked what all this meant, when, with a loud estate, we came up in our old chariot, -of which, by | laugh, a child no older than our Wilhelmina (a name the by, my wife grew so much ashamed in less than I never heard but in the Vicar of Wakefield, though a week, that I was obliged to buy a second-hand ba her mother would call her after the Princess of Swaproache, of which I might mount the box, Mrs. H. penbach;) said, “Lord! Mr. Hornem, can't you see says, if I could drive, but never see the inside—that they are valtzing ?" or waltzing (I forget which); and place being reserved for the Honourable Augustus then up she got, and her mother and sister, and away Tiptoe, her partner-general and opera-knight. Hear they went, and round-abouted it till supper-time. ing great praises of Mrs. H.'s dancing (she was famous Now, that I know what it is, I like it of all things, for birthnight minuets in the latter end of the last and so does Mrs. H. (though I have broken my shins, rentary), I unbooted, and went to a ball at the Coun- and four times overturned Mrs. Hornem's maid, in tes's, expecting to see a country dance, or, at most, practising the preliminary steps in a morning). Indeed,

1) This trifle was written at Cheltenham, in the autumn (2) State of the poll (last day), 5.

1812, and published anonymously in the spring of the (3) My Latin is all forgotten, if a man can be said to lowing year. It was not very well received at the time | have forgotten what he never remembered; but I bought

the public; and the author was by no means anxious my title-page motto of a Catholic priest for a three-shilling at it should be considered as his handiwork. "I hear," bank token, after much baggling for the even sixpence. I

says, in a letter to a friend,“ that a certain malicious grudged the money to a papist, being all for the memory blication on waltzing is attributed to me. This report, of Perceval and "No popery," and quite regretting the

appose, you will take care to contradict; as the author, downfall of the pope, because we can't burn him any am sore, will not like that I should wear his cap and more. belis .E.

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so much do I like it, that having a turn for rhyme, Oh! for the flow of Busby, or of Fitz, tastily displayed in some election ballads, and songs The latter's loyalty, the former's wits, in honour of all the victories (but till lately I have had To “energise the object I pursue," (5) little practice in that way), I sat down, and with the And give both Belial and his dance their due! aid of William Fitzgerald, Esq., (1) and a few hints from Dr. Busby,(2) (whose recitations I attend, and

Imperial Waltz! imported from the Rhine am monstrous fond of Master Busby's manner of de- / (Famed for the growth of pedigrees and wine). livering his father's late successful Drury Lane Ad- | Long be thine import from all duty free, dress), I composed the following hymn, wherewithal

And hock itself be less esteem'd than thee; to make my sentiments known to the public; whom,

In some few qualities alike--for boek nevertheless, I heartily depise, as well as the critics.

Improves our cellar- thou our living stock.

The head to hock belongs—thy subtler art
I am, Sir, yours, etc. etc.

Intoxicates alone the heedless heart:
HORACE HORNEM. Through the full veins thy gentler poison swims,

And wakes to wantonness the willing limbs.

Oh, Germany! how much to thee we owe,

As heaven-born Pitt can testify below,
Ere cursed Confederation made thee France's,

And only left us thy d--d debts and dances! Muse of the many-twinkling feet! (3) whose charms

of subsidies and Hanover bereft, Are now extended up from legs to arms;

We bless thee still—for George the Third is left! Terpsichore!-- too long misdeem'd a maid

Of kings the best-and last, not least in worth, Reproachful term-bestow'd but to upbraid

For graciously begetting George the Fourth. Henceforth in all the bronze of brightness shine,

To Germany, and highnesses serene, The least a vestal of the virgin Nine.

Who owe us millions—don't we owe the queen? Far be from thee and thine the name of prude; To Germany, what owe we not besides? Mock’d, yet triumphant; sneer'd at, unsubdued; So oft bestowing Brunswickers and brides; Thy legs must move to conquer as they fly,

Who paid for vulgar with her royal blood, If but thy coats are reasonably high;

Drawn from the stem of each Teutonic stud: Thy breast—if bare enough-requires no shield; Who sent us—so be pardon'd all her faults Dance forth-sans armour thou shalt take the field,

A dozen dukes, some kings, a queen--and Waltz. And own—impregnable to most assaults, Thy not too lawfully-begotten “ Waltz."

But peace to her--her emperor and diet,

Though now transferr’d to Buonaparte's “ fiat!" Hail, nimble nymph! to whom the young hussar, Back to my theme-O Muse of motion! say, The whiskerd votary of waltz and war,

How first to Albion found thy Waltz her way? His night devotes, despite of spur and boots; A sight unmatch'd since Orpheus and his brutes : Borne on the breath of hyperborean gales, Hail, spirit-stirring Waltz!--beneath whose banners From Hamburg's port (while Hamburg yet had mails, A modern hero fought for modish manners;

Ere yet unlucky Fame-compellid to creep On Hounslow's heath to rival Wellesley's (4) fame, To snowy Gottenburg—was chill'd to sleep; Cock'd—-fired-and miss'd his man-but gain'd bis Or, starting from her slumbers, deign'd arise, . aim;

Heligoland! to stock thy mart with lies; Hail, moving Muse! to whom the fair one's breast While unburnt Moscow (6) yet had news to send, Gives all it can, and bids us take the rest.

Nor owed her fiery exit to a friend,

) See antè, p. 49.-P.E.

modifications of any Christian creed, these three words See Rejected Addresses.-L. E.

make the odds much against them in the next. - Saviour (3) “Glance their many-twinkling feet."-Gray.

of the world,” quothamit were to be wished that be, or () To rival Lord Wellesley's, or his nephew's, as the any one else, could save a corner of it--bis country. Te reader pleases:--the one gained a pretty woman, whom this stupid misnomer, although it shows the near connection he deserved, by fighting for ; and the other has been fight between superstition and impiety, so far has its use, that ing in the Peninsula many a long day, “by Shrewsbury proves there can be little to dread from those Catholics in clock,” without gaining any thing in that country but the quisitorial Catholics too) who can confer such an appella) title of “the Great Lord,” and “the Lord;” which savours tion on a Protestant. I suppose nert year he will be en of profanation, having been hitherto applied only to that titled the “Virgin Mary:" if so, Lord George Gordon him Being to whom u Te Deums" for carnage are the rankest self would have nothing to object to such liberal bastards of blasphemy. It is to be presumed the General will one day | Our Lady of Babylon. return to his Sabine farm; there

(5) Among the addresses sent into the Drury Lane Com. To tame the genius of the stubborn plain,

mittee (see antè, p. 49) was one by Dr. Busby, which began Almost as quickly as he conquer'd Spain!"

by askingThe Lord Peterborough conquered continents in a summer; !

"When energising objects men pursue, we do more-we contrive both to conquer and lose them in

What are the prodigies they cannot do?"-LE. a shorter season. If the great Lord's" Cincinnatian progress (6) The patriotic arson of our amiable allies cannot be in agriculture be no speedier than the proportional average sufficiently commended- nor subscribed for. Amongst other of time in Pope's couplet, it will, according to the farmer's details omitted in the various despatches of our eloquent proverb, be“ ploughing with dogs."

ambassador, he did not state (being too much occupied with By the by--one of tbis illustrious person's new titles is the exploits of Colonel C in swimming rivers frosch forgotten it is, however, worth remembering- Salvador and galloping over roads impassable), that one entire pro de mundo del mundo !n credite posteri! If this be the appellation an vince perished by famine in the most melancholy manner nered by the inhabitants of the Peninsula to the pame of a inhabitants of the Peninsula to the pame or

as follows:-In General Rostopchin's consummate conda man who has not yet saved them-query--are they worth gration, the consumption of tallow and train oil was so gres!

a tion, the consumption of tallow and tran saving, even in this world? for, according to the mildest that the market was inadequate to the demand : nnd this There is nothing new under the sun;" but red, then a favourite, has now sabsided into a favourite's colour.

She came-Waltz came—and with her certain sets Hands which may freely range in public sight of true despatches, and as true gazettes;

Where ne'er before-but-pray "put out the light." Then flamed of Austerlitz the blest despatch, Methinks the glare of yonder chandelier Which Moniteur nor Morning Post can match; Shines much too far-or I am much too near; | And-almost crusb'd beneath the glorious news And true, though strange-Waltz whispers this remark, I Ten plays, and forty tales of Kotzebue's;

“My slippery steps are safest in the dark !" One envoy's letters, six composers' airs,

But here the Muse with due decorum halts,
And loads from Frankfort and from Leipsic fairs; | And lends her longest petticoat to Waltz.
Meiner's four volumes upon womankind,
Like Lapland witches to ensure a wind;

Observant travellers of every time!
Brunck's heaviest tome for ballast, and, to back it,

Ye quartos publish'd upon every clime! Of Heyné, such as should not sink the packet.

O say, shall doll Romaika's heavy round,

Fandango's wriggle, or Bolero's bound; Fraught with this cargo-and her fairest freight,

Can Egypt's Almas (1)-tantalizing group Delightful Waltz, on tiptoe for a mate,

Columbia's caperers to the warlike whoopThe welcome vessel reach'd the genial strand,

Can aught from cold Kamschatka to Cape Horn Aed round her flock'd the daughters of the land.

With Waltz compare, or after Waltz be borne? Not decent David, when, before the ark,

Ah, no! from Morier's pages down to Galt's, | His grand pas-seul excited some remark;

Each tourist pens a paragraph for Waltz. Net bove-lorn Quixote, when his Sancho thought

Shades of those belles whose reign began of yore, The knight's fandango friskier than it ought;

With George the Third's—and ended long before ! Not soft Herodias, when, with winning tread, Her nimble feet danced off another's head;

Though in your daughters' daughters yet you thrive,

Burst from your lead, and be yourselves alive! Not Cleopatra on her galley's deck,

Back to the ball-room speed your spectred host : Display'd so much of leg, or more of neck, Than thoa, ambrosial Waltz, when 'first the moon

Fool's Paradise is dull to that you lost.

No treacherous powder bids conjecture quake; Beheld thee twirling to a Saxon tune!

No stiff-starch'd stays make meddling fingers ache;

(Transferr'd to those ambiguous things that ape To you, ye husbands of ten years! whose brows Acbe with the annual tributes of a spouse;

Goats in their visage, (2) women in their shape;) To you of nine years less, who only bear

No damsel faints when rather closely press’d, | The badding sprouts of Those that you shall wear,

But more caressing seems when most caress'd; With added ornaments around them rollid

Superfluous hartshorn, and reviving salts, Of native brass, or law-awarded gold;

Both banish'd by the sovereign cordial Waltz. To you, ye matrons, ever on the watch

Seductive Waltz!-though on thy native shore To mar a son's, or make a daughter's, match;

Even Werter's self proclaim'd thee half a whore; To you, ye children of-whom chance accords

Werter-to decent vice though much inclined, Always the ladies, and sometimes their lords;

Yet warm, not wanton; dazzled, but not blindTo you, Fe single gentlemen, who seek

| Though gentle Genlis, in her strife with Staël, Torments for life, or pleasures for a week;

Would even proscribe thee from a Paris ball; As love or Hymen your endeavours guide,

The fashion hails—from countesses to queens, To gain your own, or snatch another's bride;

And maids and valets waltz behind the scenes: To one and all the lovely stranger came,

Wide and more wide thy witching circle spreads, And every ball-room echoes with her name.

And turns—if nothing else—at least our heads ;

With thee even clumsy cits attempt to bounce, Endearing Waltz!-to thy more melting tune

And cockneys practise what they can't pronounce. Bow Irish jig, and ancient rigadoon.

Gods! how the glorious theme my strain exalts, Scotch reels, avaunt! and country-dance, forego

And rhyme finds partner rhyme in praise of Waltz! Your future claims to each fantastic toe! Waltz-Waltz alone-both legs and arms demands, Blest was the time Waltz chose for her debut ; Liberal of feet, and lavish of her hands;

The court, the Regent, like herself were new;(3)

one baddred and thirty-three thousand persons were starved

death, by being reduced to wholesome diet! The lampraters of London have since subscribed a pint (of oil) a picct, aad the tallow-chandlers have unanimously voted a quantity of best moulds (four to the pound), to the relief

tae surviving Scythians; the scarcity will soon, by such aerusns, and a proper attention to the quality rather than ne quantity of provision, be totally alleviated. It is said, 1 return, that the untouched Ukraine bas subscribed sixty housand beeves for a day's meal to our suffering manu. facturers,

(1) Dancing-girls-who do for hire what Waltz doth

handsome enougb without a beard ; but Adrian, the emperor, wore a beard (having warts on his chin, which neither the Empress Sabina nor even the courtiers could abide)Turenne had whiskers, Marlborough none-Buonaparte is unwhiskered, the Regent whiskered; "argal" greatness of mind and whiskers may or may not go together: but certainly the different occurrences, since the growth of the last mentioned, go further in behalf of whiskers than the anathema of Anselm did against long hair in the reign of Henry 1.-Formerly red was a favourite colour. See Lodowick Barrey's comedy of Ram Aley, 1661; Act I. Scene I.

" Taffeta. Now for a wager-What coloured beard comes next by the window ?

* Adriana. A black man's, I think,

Taffeta. I think not so: I think a red, for that is most in fashion."

" It cannot be complained now, as in the Lady Baus. re's time, of the w Sieur de la Croix," that there be "no

(3) An anachronism -Waltz and the battle of Austerlitz

SELET; bat how far these are indications of valour in the field Reid, or elsewhere, may still be questionable. Much

or else be, and hath been, arouched on both sides. In the e time philosophers had whiskers, and soldiers noneipio himself was sbavenHanoibal thought his one eye

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