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Dunedin! view thy children with delight,

Give, as thy last memorial to the age, They write for food--and feed because they write: One classic drama, and reform the stage. And lest, when heated with the unusual grape, Gods! o'er those boards shall Folly rear her head, Some glowing thoughts should to the press escape, Where Garrick trod, and Siddons lives to tread? (8) And tinge with red the female reader's cheek, On those shall Farce display Buffoonery's mask, My lady skims the cream of each critique;

And Hook conceal his heroes in a cask ? Breathes o'er the page her purity of soul,

Shall sapient managers new scenes produce Reforms each error, and refines the whole.(1)

From Cherry, Skeffington, and Mother Goose ?

While Shakspeare, Otway, Massinger, forgot, Now to the Drama turn-Oh! motley sight! On stalls must moulder, or in closets rot ? What precious scenes the wondering eyes invite! Lo! with what pomp the daily prints proclaim Puns, and a prince within a barrel pent, (2)

The rival candidates for Attic fame! And Dibdin's nonsense, yield complete content. In grim array though Lewis' spectres rise, Though now, thank Heaven! the Rosciomania's o'er, Still Skellington and Goose divide the prize. (9) And full-grown actors are endured once more; And sure great Skellington must claim our praise, Yet what avail their vain attempts to please, For skirtless coats and skeletons of plays While British critics suffer scenes like these; Renown'd alike; whose genius ne'er confines While Keynolds vents bis “ dammes !” poohs!” and Her flight to garnish Greenwood's gay designs;(10) u zounds!" (3)

Nor sleeps with “Sleeping Beauties," but anon And common-place and common sense consounds? In five facetious acts comes thundering on, (11) While Kenney's “World"-al! where is Kenney's(4) While poor John Ball, bewilder'd with the scene, Tires the sad gallery, lulls the listless pit; [wit? Stares, wondering what the devil it can mean; And Beaumont's pilfer'd Caratach affords

But as some hands applaud, a venal few!
A tragedy complete in all but words ? (5)

Rather than sleep, why John applauds it too.
Who but must mourn, while these are all the rage,
The degradation of our vaunted stage!

Such are we now. Ah! wherefore should we Heavens! is all sense of shame and talent gone ?

turn Have we no living bard of merit ?-none!

To what our fathers were, unless to mourn ? Awake, George Colman!(6) Cumberland, (7) awake! Degenerate Britons! are ye dead to shame, Ring the alarum bell! let folly quake!

Or, kind to dulness, do you sear to blame ? Oh, Sheridan! if aught can move thy pen,

Well may the nobles of our present race Let Comedy assume her throne again;

| Watch each distortion of a Naldi's face; Abjure the mummery of the German schools; Well may they smile on Italy's buffoons, Leave new Pizarros to translating fools;

And worship Catalani's pantaloons, (12)

that Lord Holland has subsequently published any verses, dren; among others, the accomplished authoress of Rosalie except a universally-admired version of the 28th canto of and other poems, now the Honourable Mrs. Norton.the Orlando Furioso, which is given by way of appendix L.E.) to one of Mr. W. Stewart Rose's volumes.-L. E.)

(6) Lord Byron entertained a high opinion of George (1) Certain it is, that her ladyship is suspected of having Colman's convivial powers.-"If I had.” he says, " to choose displayed her matchless wit in the Edinburgh Review. and could not have both at a time, I should say, "Let me However that may be, we know, from good authority, that begin the evening with Sheridan, and finish it with Colman.' the manuscripts are submitted to her perusalno doubt for Sheridan for dinner, and Colman for supper; Sheridan for correction.

claret or port, but Colman for every thing. Sheridan was (2) In the melo-drama of Tekeli, that heroic prince is

a grenadier company of life-guards, but Colman a whole clapt into a barrel on the stage; a new asylum for dis.

regiment-of light infantry, to be sure, but still a regiment." tressed beroes.-In the original MS. the note stands thus:

- L. E. -"In the melo-drama of Tekelt, that heroic prince is clapt (7) Richard Cumherland, the well-known author of into a barrel on the stage, and Count Evrard in the fortress West Indian, the Observer, and one of the most interest hides bimself in a green-house built expressly for the occa ing of autobiographies, died in 1811.-L. E. sion. 'Tis a pity that Theodore Ilook, who is really a man (8) In all editions previous to the fifth, it was, "Kemble of talent, should confine his genius to such paltry produc lives to tread." Lord Byron used to say, that, “ of actors, tions as the Fortress, Music Mad, etc. etc." This extraor Cooke was the most natural, Kemble the most supernatudinary humourist, who was a mere boy at the date of Lord ral, Kean the medium between the two; but that Mrs. SidByron's satire, bas since distinguished himself hy works

dons was worth them all put togetber.” Such effect, how more worthy of his abilities-nine volumes of highly popu. ever, bad Kean's acting on his mind, that once, on seeing him lar novels, entitled Sayings and Doings-a world of political play Sir Giles Overreach, he was seized with a sort of conjeux d'esprit, etc. etc.-L. E.)

vulsive fit. John Kemble died in 1823,-his illustrious (3) All these are favourite expressions of Mr. Reynolds, sister in 1830.-L. E. and prominent in his comedies, living and defunct. - The (9) Dibdin's pantomime of Mother Goose had a run of reader is referred to Mr. Reynolds's Autobiography, pub nearly a hundred nights, and brought more than twenty Lisbed in 1826, for a full account of His voluminous writings thousand pounds to the treasury of Covent Garden theatre. for the stage.-L. E.)

-L. E. (4) Mr. Kenney has since written many successful (10) Mr. Greenwood is, we believe, scene-painter to dramas.-L E

Drury-lane theatre as such, Mr. Skeffington is much Mr. T. Sheridan, the new manager of Drury Lane

indebted to him. theatre, stripped the tragedy of Bonduca of the dialogue,

(11) Mr. (now Sir Lumley) Skelfington is the illustrious and exhibited the scenes as the spectacle of Caractacus. author of the Sleeping Beauty, and some comedies, parti. Was this worthy of his sire? or of himself?- Thomas

cularly Maids and Bachelors: "Baccalaurii baculo magis Sheridan, who united mu

an, who united much of the convivial wit of his 1 quam lauro digni." parent to many amiable qualities, received. after the ter (12) Naldi and Catalani require little notice ; for the mination of his theatrical management, the appointment of visage of the one, and the salary of the other, will enable colonial paymaster at the Cape of Good Hope, where he us long to recollect these amusing vagabonds. Besides, we died in September, 1817, leaving a widow, whose novel of are still black and blue from the squeeze on the first night Carwell has obtained much approbation, and several chill of the lady's appearance in trousers.

Since their own drama yields no fairer trace

When for the uight some lately titled ass
Of wit than pans, of humour than grimace (1) Appears the beggar which his grandsire was.

The curtain dropp'd, the gay burletta o'er,
Then let Ausonia, skill'd in every art

The audience take their turn upon the floor; To soften manners, but corrupt the heart,

Now round the room the circling dow'gers sweep, Pour her exotic follies o'er the town,

Now in loose waltz the thin-clad daughters leap; To sanction Vice, and hunt Decorum down:

The first in lengthen'd line majestic swim, Let wedded strumpets languish o'er Deshayes, The last display the free unfetter'd limb! And bless the promise which his form displays; Those for Hibernia's lusty sons repair While Gayton boands before the enraptored looks With art the charms which nature could not spare ; Of hoary marquises and stripling dukes:

These after husbands wing their eager flight,
Let high-born lechers eye the lively Présle

Nor leave much mystery for the nuptial night.
Twin her light limbs, that spurn the needless veil;
Let Angiolini bare her breast of snow,

Oh! blest retreats of infamy and ease,
Ware the white arm, and point the pliant toe; Where, all forgotten but the power to please,
Collini trill her love-inspiring song,

Each maid may give a loose to genial thought, Strain her fair neck, and charm the listening Each swain may teach new systems, or be taught: throng!

There the blithe youngster, just return'd from Spain, Whet not your scythe, (2) suppressors of our vice! Cuts the light pack, or calls the rattling maiu; Reforming saints! too delicately nice!

The jovial caster's set, and seven's the nick,
By whose decrees, our sinful souls to save,

Ordone!-a thousand on the coming trick-!
No Sunday tankards foam, no barbers shave; If, mad with loss, existence'gins to tire,
And beer undrawn, and beards unmown, display And all your hope or wish is to expire,
Your holy reverence for the Sabbath-day.

Here's Powell's pistol ready for your life,

And, kinder still, two Pagets for your wife;(5) Or hail at once the patron and the pile

Fit consummation of an earthly race or vice and folly, Greville and Argyle!(3)

Begun in folly, ended in disgrace; Where yon proud palace, Fashion's hallow'd fane, While none but menials o'er the bed of death, Spreads wide her portals for the motley train, Wash thy red wounds, or watch thy wavering breath; Behold the new Petronias(4) of the day,

Traduced by liars, and forgot by all, Oar arbiter of pleasure and of play!

The mangled victim of a drunken brawl, There the hired eunuch, the Hesperian choir, To live like Clodius, and like Falkland fall. (6) The melting lute, the soft lascivious lyre, The song from Italy, the step from France,

Truth! rouse some genuine bard, and guide his hand The midnight orgy, and the mazy dance,

To drive this pestilence from out the land. | The smile of beauty, and the flush of wine,

E'en 1-least thinking of a thoughtless, throng, For sops, fools, gamesters, knaves, and lords combine: | Just skill'd to know the right and choose the wrong, Each to his humour-Comus all allows;

Freed at that age when reason's shield is lost, Champaign, dice, music, or your neighbour's spouse. To fight my course through passion's countless host,(7). Talk not to us, ye starving sous of trade!

Whom every path of pleasure's flowery way or piteons rain, which ourselves have made; Has lured in turn, and all have led astray.-la Plenty's sunshine Fortune's minions bask,

E'en I must raise my voice, e'en I must feel Nor think of poverty, except en masque,”

Such scenes, such men, destroy the public weal;

1 (1) The following twenty lines were struck off one Byron. The matter was referred to Mr. Leckie (the

nigtet after Lord Byron's return from the Opera, and sent author of a work on Sicilian affairs on the part of Colonel the next morning to the printer, with a request to have Greville, and to Mr. Moore on the part of Lord Byron; by them placed where they now appear.-L. E.

whom it was amicably settled.-L. E. (2) In the first edition, 4 Raise not your scythe," etc. (4) Petronius, "arbiter elegantiarum” to Nere, and “a *Good." B. 1816.-P. E.

very pretty fellow in his day," as Mr. Congreve's Old (3) To prevent any blunder, such as mistaking a street

Bachelor saith of Hannibal. for a man. I beg leave to state, that it is the institution, and (5) The original reading was, “a Paget for your wife." not the duke of that name, which is here alluded to. A -L. E. gentleman, with whom I am slightly acquainted, lost in (6) I knew the late Lord Falkland well. On Sunday the Argyle Rooms several thousand pounds at back-gam.

night I beheld him presiding at his own table, in all the mion. It is but justice to the manager in this instance to

honest pride of hospitality ; on Wednesday morningat say, that some degree of disapprobation was manifested:

three o'clock, I saw stretched before me all that remained bat bay are the implements of gaming allowed in a place

of courage, feeling, and a host of passions. He was a devoted to the society of both sexes? A pleasant thing for

gallant and successful officer: his faults were the faults oi the wires and danghters of those who are blest or cursed a sailoras such, Britons will forgive them. He died like a with such connections, to hear the billiard-tables rattling

brave man in a better cause ; for had he fallen in like inani in one room and the dice in another! That this is the case

ner on the deck of the frigate to which he was just appointed, I syself can testify, as a late unworthy member of an his last moments would have been held up by his countrymen lastitation which materially affects the morals of the

as an example to succeeding heroes. Lord Falkland was | Higher orders, while the lower may not even move to the killed in a duel. by Mr. Powell, in 1809. It was not by 1 sound of a tabor and fiddle, without a chance of indict. 1 words only that Lord Byron gave proof of sympathy on ment for riotous behavionr.-Conceiving the foregoing the melancholy occasion. Though his own difficulties

te, together with the lines in the text, to convey a re pressed on him at the time, be contrived to, administer flertos opop his conduct, as manager of the Argyle Institu

relief to the widow and children of his friend.-L. F..) bes, Colonel Greville demanded an explanation of Lord

"He lost his life,” said Lord Byron, "for a joke, and

one too he did not make himself.” Medwin.-P. B. Trer. It was Billy Way who lost the money. I knew him. was a sabscriber to the Argyle at the time of the event."

B. 1816. (7) « Yes; and a precious chase they led me."

D. €-LE

-L. E.

Although some kind censorious friend will say,
“ What art thou better, meddling fool!(1) than they ?"
And every brother rake will smile to see
That miracle, a moralist, in me.
No matter--when some bard in virtue strong,
Gifford, perchance, shall raise the chastening song,
Then sleep my pen for ever! and my voice
Be only heard to hail him, and rejoice;
Rejoice, and yield my feeble praise, though I
May feel the lash that Virtue must apply.

As for the smaller fry, who swarm in shoals,
From silly Hafiz (2) up to simple Bowles,
Why should we call them from their dark abode,
In broad St. Giles's or in Tottenham-road?
Or (since some men of fashion nobly dare
To scrawl in verse) from Bond-street or the Square ?
If things of ton their harmless lays indite,
Most wisely doom'd to shun the public sight,
What barm! In spite of every critic ell,
Sir T. may read his stanzas to himself;
Miles Andrews (3) still his strength in couplets try,
And live in prologues, though his dramas die..

Lords too are bards, such things at times befall,
And 't is some praise in peers to write at all.
Yet, did or taste or reason sway the times,
Ah! who would take their titles with their rhymes ? (4)
Roscommon! Sheffield! with your spirits fled, (5)
No future laurels deck a noble head;
No muse will cheer, with renovating smile, (6)
The paralytic paling of Carlisle. (7)
The pony schoolboy and his early lay
Men pardon, if his follies pass away;
But who forgives the senior's ceaseless verse,
Whose hairs grow hoary as his rhymes grow

worse ?
What heterogeneous honours deck the peer!
Lord, rhymester, petit-maître, pamphleteer!(8)
So dull in youth, so drivelling in his age,
His scenes alone had damn'd our sinking stage;
But managers for once cried, “Hold, enough ! »
Nor drugg'd their audience with the tragic stuff.
Yet at their judgment let his lordship laugh,
And case his volumes in congenial calf;
Yes! doff' that covering, where morocco shines,
And hang a calf-skin (9) on those recreant lines.(10)

skdes mature

(1) "Fool enough, certainly, then, and no wiser since." made a stiff bow, and put the tips of his fingers into the B. 1816.-L. E.

Chancellor's hand. The Chancellor did not press a welcome ) What would be the sentiments of the Persian Ana. 80 received, but resumed his seat, while Lord Byron carecreon, Hafiz, could he rise from his splendid sepulchre at lessly seated bimself for a few minutes on one of the empty Sheeraz (where he reposes with Ferdousi and Sadi, the benches to the left of the throne, usually occupied by the oriental Homer and Catullus), and behold his name Lords in opposition. When, on his joining me, I expressed assamed by one Stott of Dromore, the most impudent and what I had felt, he said if I had shaken hands heartily execrable of literary poachers for the daily prints ?

he would have set me down for one of his party--but I will (3) Miles Peter Andrews, many years M. P. for Rewdley,

have nothing to do with any of them, on either side, I have Colonel of the Prince of Wales's Volunteers, proprietor

taken my seat, and now I will go abroad.' We returned of a gunpowder-manufactory at Dartford, author of nu

to St. James's Street, but he did not recover his spirits.” merous prologues, epilogues, and farces, and one of the

Moore, on the authority of Lord Byron's own report in heroes of the Baviad. He died in 1814.-L. E.

one of his note-books, adds the particulars of the short con(4) In the original manuscript we find these lines:

versation which he held with the Lord Chancellor on the occa"In these our times, with daily wonders big,

sion above referred to :-“When I came of age, some delays, A letter'd peer is like a letter'd pig :

on account of some birth and marriage certificates from CornBoth know their alphabet, but who, from thence

wall, occasioned me not to take my seat for several weeks. Infers that peers or pigs have manly sense?

When these were over, and I had taken the oaths, the Still less that such should woo the graceful nine;

Chancellor apologized to me for the delay, observing, that Parnassus was not made for lords and swine."-L. E.

these forms were a part of his duty.' I begged him to make (5) Instead of the four lines commencing with Roscom

no apology, and added (as he certainly had shown no vin. mon," etc. the satire, as originally intended for the press, lent hurry), Yuur lordship was exactly like Tom Thumb, contained the following couplet:

(which was then being acted-you did your duty and you “On one alone Apollo deigns to smile

did no more.'»-P.E. And crowns a new Roscotomon in Carlisle,"

(6) Instead of these lines, the original MS. had the folIn the interval however between the inditing of this couplet

lowing:and the delivery of the manuscript to the press, the fan.

"Nor e'en a backney'd muse will deign to smile cied slight offered to him by Lord Carlisle, in neglecting to

On minor Byron, or mature Carlisle." introduce him to the House of Lords, on first taking his

It was the poet's intention to make this seeming attack on seat, was sufficient to rouse in the poet's sensitive mind a

himself, for the purpose of concealment. Dallas.-P.E strong feeling of resentment. The result was that the laud.

(7) On being told that it was believed he alluded to atory couplet was expunged, and the vituperative verscs,

Lord Carlisle's nervous disorder in this line, Lord Byron now published, were inserted in its place.

exclaimed,"I thank Heaven I did not know it; and would Lord Byron appears to have long retained a bitter recol.

not, could not, if I had. I must naturally be the last lection of the circumstances under which he first presented

person to be pointed on defects or maladies.-L. E. himself in the House of Lords; and, as the reader may also (8) The Earl of Carlisle has lately published an eighteen. feel an interest in them, we take the present opportunity of 1

penny pamphlet on the state of the stage, and offers his giving Mr. Dallas's striking account of that episode in the

plan for building a new theatre. It is to be hoped his noble poet's life:-"I accompanied Lord Byron to the House.

lordship will be permitted to bring forward any thing for He was received in one of the ante-chambers by some of the

the stage-except his own tragedies. officers in attendance, with whom he settled respecting the

** Doff that lion's hide, fees he had to pay. One of them went to apprise the Lord

And hang a calf skin on those recreant limbs." Chancellor of his being there, and soon returned for him.

Shak. King John. There were very few persons in the House. Lord Eldon Lord Carlisle's works, most resplendently bound, forma was going through some ordinary business when Lord Byron conspicuous ornament to his book-shelves :entered. I thought he looked still paler than before, and

“The rest is all but leather and prunella." he certainly wore a countenance in which mortification was (10) « Wrong also the provocation was not sufficient te mingled with, but subdued by, indignation. He passed the | justify the acerbity." B. 1816.- Lord Byron greatly re Woolsack without looking round, and advanced to the table gretted the sarcasms he had published against his noble where the proper officer was attending to administer the J'relation, under the mistaken impression that Lord Carlisle oaths. When he had gone through them, the Chancellor had intentionally slighted him. In a letter to Mr. Rogers quitted bis seat, and went towards him with a smile, put. written in 1814, be asks,-"Is there any chance or possi ting out his hand warmly to welcome him; and though I did bility of making it up with Lord Carlisle, as I feel disposed not catch his words, I saw that he paid him some compli to do any thing reasonable or ureasonable to effect it? ment. This was all thrown away upon Lord Byron, who And, in the third Canto of Childe Harold, he thus advert

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With you, ye Druids! rich in native lead,
| Who daily scribble for your daily bread,
With you I war not: Gifford's heavy hand
Has crush'd, without remorse, your numerous band.
On "all the talents” vent your venal spleen;
Want is your plea, let pity be your screen.
Let monodies on Fox regale your crew,
And Melville's Mantle (1) prove a blanket too!
One common Lethe waits each hapless bard,
And, peace be with yon! 'tis your best reward.
Soch damning fame as Dunciads only give
Could bid your lines beyond a morning live;
Bat now at once your fleeting labours close,
With names of greater note in blest repose.
Far be't from me unkindly to upbraid
The lovely Rosa's prose in masquerade,
Whose strains, the faithful echoes of her mind,
Lave wondering comprehension far behind.(2)
Though Crusca's bards no more our journals fill,
Sonte stragglers skirmish round the columns still;
Last of the howling host which once was Bell's,
Matilda snivels yet, and Hafiz yells;
And Merry's metaphors appear anew,
Chain'd to the signature of O. P. Q.(3)

If chance some wicked wag should pass his jest,
'Tis sheer ill-nature-don't the world know best?
Genjus must guide when wits admire the rhyme,
And Capel Loff(6) declares 't is quite sublime.
Hear, then, ye happy sons of needless trade!
Swains! quit the plough, resign the useless spade!
Lo! Burns (7) and Bloomfield, nay, a greater far,
Gifford, was born beneath an adverse star,
Forsook the labours of a servile state,
Stemm'd the rude storm, and triumph'd over fate:
Then why no more? if Phæbus smiled on you,
Bloomfield! why not on brother Nathan too? (8)
Him too the mania, not the muse, has seized;
Not inspiration, but a mind diseased:
And now no boor can seek his last abode,
No common be enclosed without an ode.
Oh! since increased refinement deigns to smile
On Britain's sons, and bless our genial isle,
Let poesy go forth, pervade the whole,
Alike the rustic and mechanic soul!
Ye tuneful cobblers! still your notes prolong,
Compose at once a slipper and a song;
So shall the fair your handywork peruse,

Your sonnets sure shall please perhaps your shoes.
May Moorland weavers (9) boast Pindaric skill,
And tailors' lays be longer than their bill!
While punctual beaux reward the grateful notes,
And pay for poems—when they pay for coats.

To the famed throng now paid the tribute due,
Neglected genius! let me turn to you.

When some brisk youth, the tenant of a stall,(4)
Employs a pen less pointed than his awl,
Leaves his snug shop, forsakes his store of shoes,
St. Crispin quits, and cobbles for the muse,
Heavens! how the vulgar stare! how crowds applaud!
How ladies read, and literati laud!(5)

making; but you think that any body werb, -"Ne sut

to the fate of the flon. Frederick Howard, Lord Carlisle's June 1811. he says. I see that vonrs and Prott's protécé. youngest son, one of those who fell gloriously at Waterloo :

Blackett the cobbler, is dead, in spite of his rhymes, and is * Their praise is hymn'd by loftier harps than mine,

probably one of the instances where death has saved a man Yet one I would select from that proud throng.

from damnation. You were the ruin of that poor fellow Partly because they blend me with his line,

amongst yon: bad it not been for his patrons, he might And partly that I did kis Sire some utong,

now have been in very good plight, shoe- (not verse.) And partly that bright names will hallow song :

making; but you have made him immortal with a vengeAnd his was of the bravest, and when shower'd The death-bolts deadliest the thinn'd piles along.

ance: who would think that any body would be such a Eren there the thickest of war's tempest lower'd,

blockhead as to sin against an express proverb,- Ne sutorThey reach'd no nobler breast than thine, young gallant Ho

altra crepidam! In the following extracts from two unpublished letters,

• Bat spare him, ye Critics, his follies are past, written when Lord B. was at Harrow, may possibly be

For the Cobbler is come, as he ought, to his last."traced the origin of his conduct towards his guardian : Which two lines, with a scratch nnder last, to show where "Nor. 11, 1804. You mistake me if you think I dislike the joke lies, I beg that you will prevail on Miss Milbank to Lord Carlisle. I respect him, and might like him did I

have inserted on the tomb of her departed Blackett."--LE. pow him better. For him my mother has an antipathy

(5) “ This was meant for poor Blackett, who was then wby, I know not. I am afraid he could be but of little ase

patronised by A. J. B." (Lady Byron); “but that I did not to me ; but I dare say he would assist me if he could ; so

know, or this would not have been written, at least I think I take the will for the deed, and am obliged to him, exactly

not.” B. 1816.-L.E. in the same manner as if he succeeded in his efforts." "Sov. 21, 1804. To Lord Carlisle make my warmest ac.

(6) Capel Lofft, Esq., the Mæcenas of shoemakers, and kaowledgments. I feel more gratitude than I can well er.

preface-writer-general to distressed versemen; a kind of press. I am truly obliged to him for his endeavours, and

gratis accoucheur to those who wish to be delivered of am perfectly satisfied with your explanation of his reserve,

rhyme, but do not know how to bring forth.-(The poet through I was hitherto afraid it might proceed from personal

Bloomfield owed his first celebrity to the notice of Capel aslike. For the future I shall consider him as more my

Lofft and Thomas Hill, Esquires, who read his Farmer's friend than 1 have hitherto been taught to think."--L. E.

Boy in manuscript, recommended it to a publisher, and, by

their influence in society and literature, soon drew general (1) Melville's Mantle, a parody on Elijah's Mantle, al attention to its merits. It is distressing to remember that, poem.

after all that had been done by the zeal of a few friends, This lovely little Jessica, the daughter of the noted the public sympathy did not rest permanently on the amiable Jew King. seems to be a follower of the Della Crusca Bloomfield, who died in extreme poverty in 1823.--L. E.) sebool, and has published two volumes of very respectable

(7) “Read Burns to-day. What would he have been if a absurditics in rhyme, as times go; besides sundry novels in

patrician? We should have had more polish-less forcethe style of the first edition of the Monk.-[“ She since mar

just as much verse, but no immorality-a divorce and a nied the Morning Post-an exceeding good match; and is

duel or two, the which had he survived, as his potations son dead-which is better." B. 1816.-LE

must bave been less spirituous, he might have lived as long (3) These are the signatures of various worthies who figure as Sheridan, and outlived as much as poor Brinsley." -ia tue poetical departments of the newspapers.

B. Journal, 1813.-L. E. Joseph Blackett, the shoemaker. He died at Seaham, (8) See Nathaniel Bloomfield's ode, elegy, or whatever is 1810. His poems were afterwards collected by Pratt; he or any one else chooses to call it, on the enclosure of and, oddly enough, his principal patroness was Miss Mil Bonington Green. tank, then a perfect stranger to Lord Byron. In a letter (9) Vide Recollections of a Wearer in the Moorlands of written to Dallas, on board the Volage frigate, at sea, in Staffordshire.

Come forth, O Campbell!(1) give thy talents scope; Are there no sins for satire's bard to greet?
Who dares aspire if thou must cease to hope ? Stalks not gigantic Vice in every street?
And thou, melodious Rogers !(2) rise at last, Shall peers or princes tread pollation's path,
Recall the pleasing memory of the past;

And 'scape alike the law's and muse's wrath ?
Arise! let blest remembrance still inspire,

Nor blaze with guilty glare through future time, And strike to wonted tones thy hallow'd lyre; Eternal beacons of consummate crime? Restore Apollo to his vacant throne,

Arouse thee, Gifford! be thy promise claim'd, Assert thy country's honour and thine own.(3) Make bad men better, or at least ashamed. What! must deserted Poesy still weep Where her last hopes with pious Cowper sleep? Unhappy White!(9) while life was in its spring, Unless, perchance, from his cold bier she turns, And thy young muse just waved her joyous wing, To deck the turf that wraps her minstrel, Burns! The spoiler swept that soaring lyre away, No! though contempt hath mark'd the spurious brood, Which else had sounded an immortal lay. The race who rhyme from folly, or for food,

Oh! what a noble heart was here undone, Yet still some genuine sons 'tis hers to boast, When Science' self destroy'd her favourite son! Who, least affecting, still affect the most:

Yes, she too much indulged thy fond pursuit, Feel as they write, and write but as they feel She sow'd the seeds, but death has reap'd the fruit. Bear witness Gifford,(4) Sotheby,(5) Macneil. (6) 'Twas thine own genius gave the final blow,

And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low: “Why slumbers Gifford ?" once was ask'd in vain;(7) | So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, Why slumbers Gifford ? let us ask again.

No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Are there no follies for his pen to purge?(8)

View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, Are there no fools whose backs demand the scourge? And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart;(10)

in politics,

ornament and an

and the age

T) It would be superfluons to recall to the mind of the Think, then, will pleaded ignorance excuse reader the authors of The Pleasures of Memory and The The tame secession of thy languid muse? Pleasures of Hope, the most beautiful didactic poems in our

Ab! where is now that promise? why so long

Sleep the keen shafts of satire and of song? language, if we except Pope's Essay on Man : but so many

Oh! come, with taste and virtue at thy side, poetasters have started up, that even the names of Campbell

With ardent zeal infamed, and patriot pride; and Rogers are become strange.-(Beneath this note Lord With keen portie glance direct the blow, Byron scribbled, in 1816,

And empty all thy quiver on the foe

No pause-no rest-till wellering on the ground
"Pretty Miss Jacqueline

The poisonous hydra lies, and pierced with many a wound."-L E.
Had a nose aquiline,
And would assert rude

(8) Mr. Gifford promised publicly that the Bariad and Things of Miss Gertrude,

Maviad should not be his last original works: let him reWhile Mr. Marmion

member, "Mox in reluctantes dracones." Mr. Gifford be. Led a great army on,

came the editor of the Quarterly Review, which thenceMaking Kehama look Like a fierce Mameluke."--L. E.)

forth occupied most of his time, - a few months after the

first appearance of this satire. -LE.] (2) "I have been reading,” says Lord Byron, in 1813,1 Mr. Gifford's life and character afford one of the finest “ Memory again, and Hope together, and retain all my pre examples on record of the irresistible power of principle ference of the former. His elegance is really wonderful-

and perseverance. Few boys, possessed of such mind and there is no such a thing as a vulgar line in his book."--LE feelings, ever had to contend with such adverses of fortune:

(3) Rogers has not fulfilled the promise of his first that he was an orphan, a charity-boy, and an apprentice poems, but has still very great merit." B. 1816.--L. E. to a humble occupation, were constant checks to that self(4) Gifford, author of the Baviad and Meviad, the first

education which, in spite of every obstacle, ultimately placed

him in a situation to receive higher attainments, and raised satires of the day, and translator of Juvenal.- [The opinion of Mr. Gifford had always great weight with Lord Byron.

him to the honorable destination of being acknowledged

"a giant in literature, in criticism, in politics, and in Any suggestion of yours," he says in a letter written in

morals; and an ornament and an honour to his country 1813, “even were it conveyed in the less tender shape of

and the age in which he lived." Finden's Illustrations, the text of the Baviad, or a Monk Mason note in Massinger,

-P.E. would be obeyed.” A few weeks before his death, on bearing from England of a report that he had written a satire on

(9) Henry Kirke White died at Cambridge, in October, Mr. Gifford, he wrote instantly to Mr. Murray:-“Whoever

1806, in consequence of too much exertion in the pursuit asserts that I am the author or abetter of any thing of the

of studies that would have matured a mind wbich disease kind lies in his throat. It is not true that I ever did, will,

and poverty could not impair, and which death itself de. would, could, or should write a satire against Gifford, or a

stroyed rather than subdued. His poems abound in such hair of his head. I always considered him as my literary

beauties as must impress the reader with the liveliest regret father, and myself as his prodigal son; and if I have

that so short a period was allotted to talents which wonld allowed bis •fatted calf' to grow to an ox before he kills

have dignified even the sacred functions he was destined to it on my return, it is only because I prefer beef to veal."

assuine.- in a letter to Mr. Dallas, in 1811, Lord Byron L. E.)

says,-"I am sorry you don't like Harry White; with a

great deal of cant, which in him was sincere (indeed it (5) Sotheby, translator of Vieland's Oberon and Virgil's

killed him, as you killed Joe Blackett), certes there is poesy Georgies, and author of Saul, an epic poem.-(Mr. Sotheby

and genius. I don't say this on account of my simile and has since essentially raised his reputation by various original

rhymes; but surely he was beyond all the Bloomfields and poems, and a translation of the Iliad.-L.E.

Blacketts, and their collateral cobblers, whom Lofft and (6) Macneil, whose poems are deservedly popular, par.

Iratt have or may kidnap from their calling into the service ticularly Scotland's Scaith, and the Waes of War, of which

of the trade. Setting aside bigotry, he surely ranks next to ten thousand copies were sold in one month. -- {Hector Chatterton. It is astonishing how little he was known; Macneil died in 1818.-L. E.)

and at Cambridge no one thought or heard of such a man (7) Lord Byron here alludes to the masterly poem of till his death rendered all notices useless. For my part, 1 New Morality (the joint production of Mr. Canning and should have been inost proud of such an acquaintance: his Mr. Frere), in the Antujacobin, in which Gifford is thus very prejudices were respectable."-LE.] apostrophised:

(10) This beautiful thought may be found in Waller, "Bethink thee, Gifford, when some future age

* That eagle's fate and mine are one, Shall trace the promise of thy playful page;

Which on the shaft that made himn die, • The band which brush'd a swarm of fools away.

Espied a feather of his own, Should rouse to grasp a more reluctant prey !

Wbcrewith he wont to soar on high."-P.E.

have moich exertione, in Octoz

my could

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