He said; and the place all seem'd swelling with light; And burst on the sight in the pomp of his blaze! That sight and that music might not be sustain'd He stares at himself and his friends, till he's blind; But Phoebus no sooner had gain'd his good ends, And 6 And wake with the lips that we dip in our bowls And with vine-leaves and Jump-up-and-kiss-me,* Tom Moore's But such as a poet might dream ere he din'd: Than their cheeks next the God blush'd a beautiful red. 'Twas The brilliant little tri-coloured violet, commonly known by the name of Heart's-ease. +I do not profess to have tasted these foreign luxuries, except in the poetry of their admirers. Virgin's Milk and Christ's Tears are names given to two favourite wines by the pious Italians, whose familiarity with the objects of their worship is as well known as it is natural. The former appears to be a white wine; the latter is of a deep, blood-red colour.— Muskat or Moscadell is so called from the odour of it's grape; and is enthu siastically praised, among a number of other Tuscan wines, by Redi in his Bacco in Toscana. His favourite however seems to have been Montepul ciano, which at the conclusion and climax of the poem is pronounced by Bacchus himself, in his hour of transport, to be the sovereign liquor. Onde ognun che di Lieo Che Bassareo pronunzia, e gli dia fe,— Then all who bow down to the nod Of the care-killing vintager God, Give ear and give faith to his edict divine, That Montepulciano's the King of all Wine. 'Twas magic in short and deliciousness all :— It can't be suppos'd I should think of repeating Of Cowley, Pope, Thomson, and Cowper, and Prior, Then says Bob, 6 If the chair will not think me a gander, And Mr. Walter Savage Landor, a very worthy person, I believe, and author of an epic piece of gossiping called Gebir, upon the strength of which Mr. Southey has dedicated to him his Curse of Kehama. There is one really good passage in Gebir about a sea-shell; and the author is one of those dealers in eccentric obscurity, who might excite reasonable expectations, if they were boys-but the school of vulgar simplicity no longer consists of children; they are now spoiled men, too old and too stubborn to alter; and the good reasoning that has been wasted upon them must be changed for that indignation and contempt, which their bad example and pertinacious childishness ought to excite in every sound lover of poetry.—Que word more to the better part of them, on a different subject. The best feature in their character, till of late years, has been their high spirit of integrity; and some of them who possess a reputation for it still, enjoy a proportionate degree of respect; but in others, the maudlin German cant which first infected their muse has at last infected their manners, and being a jargon adapted to every sort of extreme, has enabled them to change their free opinions for slavish ones without altering the cast of their language; while others again, whose manners are not so infected, have nevertheless quite lost the bloom of their political character, and to the great sorrow of those whose expectations yet lingered about them, have degenerated like the førmer into servile place-hunters and gross editorial puffers of themselves. Such * And Walter look'd up too, and begg'd to propose And rich as you please, but a little less courtly!? 6 So, changing the subject, he call'd upon Moore, At which you'd have thought, 'twas so witching a warble,- As the breath of the Deity circled the room, Thus in wit and in singing they sat till eleven, And shot up the north like an arrow of flame: The others then parted, all highly delighted; K are the vices of extremes: the school set out with one extreme, and therefore had a natural tendency to the opposite, like all other complexional enthusiasts. Nothing remains the same, but their vanity. Mr. William Stewart Rose, a son of the Right Honourable George Rose, and author of some common-place rhymings, which Mr. Scott has declared to be good English writing,-stories "well told in English verse Mr. Scott has a pleasant knack of differing with his Southern neighbours in many points, both poetical and political; and it is perhaps hard to speak ill of one who is so ready to flatter some of the worst parts about us,—who thinks our rhymers good poets, and our tyrants good kings. VOL. II. NO. IV ART. ART. XI.-Classical Antiquity of the English Language, MR. REFLECTor, THE classical tone, which your Publication has assumed, will, I am sure, lead you to patronize an attempt, the object of which is to shew, that so far from our being indebted to the Greeks and Romans for the whole of our learning, it is not improba ble, that those ingenious people derived much of their phrase ology, and many of their customs, from us at any rate I have traced so close a resemblance between their and our own expres. sions, that it seems difficult to decide who were the inventors and who the borrowers. It is well known, that the Greeks derived most of their mythology and astronomy from Egypt and India: but by the same arts by which the modern French have gained to themselves the credit of all the new improvements in Chemistry and Natural Philosophy, that subtile nation so blended what they stole with their own original inventions, that it is almost impos. sible to draw the line between them, and say which part belongs to their ingenuity in inventing, and which to their judgment in selecting. I cannot pretend to say, that this attempt on my part is wholly original. The witty Dean of St. Patrick was the first who pointed out the close analogy which subsisted between the two languages; and few men of reading, I believe, are now igno rant, that the Greek appellative Bellerophon means nothing more than our English term "Billy Ruffian:" that a vow of perpetual virginity brought upon the son of Tydeus the name of Die-a-maid or Diomed; and that the monarch of Macedon is indebted for his more sonorous title to an antipathy for eggs, which obliged all his servants, who did not share in their master's aversion, to throw those glutinary eatables under the grate immediately upon his ap pearance, and the signal for such discharge was All eggs under the grate," which gradually melted into the name of Alexander the Great. The specimens, which I shall produce as indicative of a close alliance between our own language and that of the classics (and from which I would deduce one of these conclu. sions, either that we may safely contest the claim of antiquity with any nation now subsisting, or claim a superiority in classical attainment over all nations, the substantiation of either of which claims will be no small honour to my native country, and no trifling compliment to my own patriotic affections) will be drawn principally from the same standard as that from which Dean Swift has derived his conclusions; viz. from those, who are generally called the low and vulgar. The terms of fashionable life are fluc 66 tuating |