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"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 purpurea! 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 hates, But boldly clasps, and thrusts you from

her gates. 230 Bear witness, bright Barossa!1 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

fl>- . , .

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?

■ [The victory of "bright Barossa," March 5, 1811, was achieved by the sudden determination — "an inspiration ruther than a resolution," — of the British commander, General Graham (Thomas, Lord Lynedoch), to counter-march his troops, and force the eminence known as the Cerro de Pucrco, or hill of Barosa, which had fallen into the hands of the French under Ruffin. Napier affirms that the Spanish Captain-General La Pcna "looked idly on, neither sending his cavalry nor his horse artillery to the assistance of his ally"; and testifies "that no stroke in aid of the British was struck by a Spanish sabre that day."

Two companies of the aoth Portuguese formed part of the British contingent, and took part in the engagement; but at Gcbora (February 10, 1811) "Madden's Portuguese, regardless of his example and reproaches, shamefully turned their backs." (Napier's History of the Fem'nmltir War (1800), ili. 26, 08, 102-107.))

"Look last at home — ye love not to look there

On the grim smile of comfortless despair: 240 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' 1 — who shall dare to sing?

It clogs like lead Corruption's weary wing.

Yet Pallas plucked each Premier by the ear,

Who Gods and men alike disdained to hear;

But one, repentant o'er a bankrupt state,

On Pallas calls, — but calls, alas! too late: 250

Then raves for * *;2 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 hailed your rulers their patrician clod,

As Egypt chose an onion for a God.

1 "Blest paper credit! last and best supply, That fends Corruption lighter wings to fly.

Pope.

pn February, 1811, a select committee of the House of Commons "on commercial credit" recommended an advance of £6,000,000 to manufacturers who were suffering from overspeculation. "Did they not know,' asked Lord Grenvillc. in the House of Lords, March 21. "that they were adding to the mass of paper at this moment in existence a sum of £6,000.000, as if there was not paper enough already in the country, in order to protect their commerce and manufacturers from destruction?" Nevertheless, the measure passed.]

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"Now fare ye well! enjoy your little hour;

Go, grasp the shadow of your vanished power; 260

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.1

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 encumbered shores: 270

The starved mechanic breaks his rusting loom,

And desperate mans him 'gainst the

coming doom. Then in the Senates 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.

'"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, 281 And wring her vitals with their fiery

hands,

But one convulsive struggle still remains,

And Gaul shall weep ere Albion wear ber chains,

1 Tbe Deal and Dover traffickers in specie.

The bannered 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, 290 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 drenched with gore, his woes

are but begun: His deeper deeds as yet ye know by

name;

The slaughtered peasant and the ravished dame, 300

The rifled mansion and the foe-reaped field,

111 suit with souls at home, untaught to yield.

Say with what eye along the distant down

Would flying burghers mark the blazing town?

How view the column of ascending flames

Shake his red shadow o'er the startled Thames?

Nay, frown 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? 310

The law of Heaven and Earth is life for life,

And she who raised, in vain regrets, the strife."

THE WALTZ1: AN APOSTROPHIC HYMN.

By Horace Hornem, Esq.

"Qualis in Eurotae ripis, aut per juga Cynthi, Exercet Diana chores."

Vircil. JLneid. i. 498, 499.

"Such on Eurotas' banks, or Cynthus' height, Diana seems: and so she charms the sight, When in the dance the graceful goddess leads The quire of nymphs, and overtops their heads."

Dryden's Virgil.

TO THE PUBLISHER.

Sir, — I am a country Gentleman of a midland county. I might have been a Parliament-man for a certain borough; having had the offer of as many votes as General T. at the general election in 1812} But I was all for domestic happiness; as, fifteen years ago, on a visit to London, I married a middle-aged Maid of Honour. We lived happily at Hornem Hall till last Season, when my wife and I were invited by the Countess of Waltzaway (a distant relation of my Spouse) to pass the winter in town. Thinking no harm, and our Girls being come to a marriageable (or, as they call it, marketable) age, and having besides a Chancery suit inveterately entailed upon the family estate, we came up in our old chariot, — of which, bv the bye, my wife grew so ashamed in less than a week, that I was obliged to buy a second-hand barouche, of which I might mount the box, Mrs H. says, if I could drive, but never see the inside — that place being reserved for the Honourable Augustus Tiptoe, her partner-general and Opera-knight. Hearing great praises of Mrs H.'s dancing (she was famous for birthnight

[Tht Wallt was written at Cheltenham, in

the autumn of 1H12, and published, anonymously, February 18, 1813.]

• State of the poll day) 5- [Oeneral

Tarleton (1754-18.1 i) contested Liverpool in October, 1811. r'or three days the poll stood at five, and on the last day. eleven. Canning and Gascoignc were the successful candidates.]

minuets in the latter end of the last century), I unbooted, and went to a ball at the Countess's, expecting to see a country dance, or, at most, Cotillons, 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 the loins of a huge hussar-looking gentleman I never set eyes on before; and his, to say truth, rather more than half round her waist,

turning round, and round, to a d d

see-saw up-and-down sort of tune, that reminded me of the "Black Joke," only more "affeituoso," 1 till it made me quite giddy with wondering they were not so. By and by they stopped a bit, and I thought they would sit or fall down: —but no; with Mrs H's. hand on his shoulder, "Quam familiariUr," 1 (as Terence said, when I was at school,) they walked about a minute, and then at it again, like two cock-chafers spitted on the same bodkin. I asked what all this meant, when, with a loud laugh, a child no older than our Wilhelmina (a name I never heard but in the Vicar of Wakefield, though her mother would call her after the Princess of Swappenbach,) said, "L—d! Mr Hornem, can't you see they're valuing?" or waltzing (I forget which); and then up she got, and her mother and sister, and away they went, and round-abouted it till suppertime. Now that I know what it is, I like it of all things, and so does Mrs H. (though I have broken my shins, and four times overturned Mrs Hornem's maid, in practising the preliminary steps in a morning). Indeed, so much do I like it, that having a turn for rhyme, tastily displayed in some election ballads, and songs in honour of all the victories (but till lately I have had little

1 More expressive. —

■ My Latin is all forgotten, if a man can be said to have forgotten what he never remembered; but 1 bought my title-page motto of » Catholic priest for a three-shilling bank token, after much haggling for the «■«■ sixpence. I grudged the money to a papist,( being all for the memory of Perceval and "No popery," and quite regretting the downfall of the pope, because we can't burn him any more. — [Revise No. i.)

practice in that way), I sat down, and with the aid of William Fitzgerald, Esq., and a few hints from Dr Busby, (whose recitations I attend, and am monstrous fond of Master Busby's manner of delivering his father's late successful "Drury Lane Address,") I composed the following hymn, wherewithal to make my sentiments known to the Public; whom, nevertheless, I heartily despise, as well as the critics. I am, Sir, yours, etc., etc.

HORACE HORNEM.

Muse of the many-twinkling feet 1 1

whose charms Are now extended up from legs to

arms;

Terpsichore! — too long misdeemed a maid —

Reproachful term — bestowed but to upbraid —

Henceforth in all the bronze of brightness shine,

The least a Vestal of the Virgin Nine.

Far be from thee and thine the name of Prude:

Mocked yet triumphant; sneered at,

unsubdued; Thv legs must move to conquer as thev

fly,

If but thy coats are reasonably high! 10

Thy breast — if bare enough — requires no shield;

Dance forth — sans armour thou shalt take the field

And own — impregnable to most assaults,

Thy not too lawfully begotten "Waltz."

Hail, nimble Nymph! to whom the young hussar, The whiskered votary of Waltz and War,

His night devotes, despite of spur and boots;

A sight unmatched since Orpheus and nis brutes:

1 "Glance their many-twinkling feet." — Gray.

Hail, spirit-stirring Waltz! — beneath whose banners

A modern hero fought for modish manners; 20

On Hounslow's heath to rival Wellesley's 1 fame,

Cocked, fired, and missed his man — but gained his aim;

1 To rival Lord Wellcsley's, or his nephew's, as the render pleases: — the one gained a pretty woman, whom he deserved, by fighting forj and the other has been fighting in the Peninsula many a long day, "by Shrewsbury clock," without gaining anything m that country but the title of "the Great Lord," and "the Lord"; which savours of profanation, having been hitherto applied only to that Being to whom "Te Dcums" for carnage are the rankest blasphemy. — It is to be presumed the general will one day return to his Sabine farm: there "To tame the genhis of the stubborn plain.

Almost as quickly as he conquer'd Spain!"

The Lord Peterborough conquered continents in a summer; wc do more — we contrive both to conquer and lose them in a shorter season. If the "great Lord's" Cincitmatian progress in agriculture be no speedier than the proportional average of time in Pope's couplet, it will, according to the fanner's proverb, be "ploughing with dogs."

By the bye — one of this illustrious person's new titles is forgotten — it is, however, worth remembering — "Salvador del mundol" credit e, posteri! If this be the appellation annexed by the inhabitants of the Peninsula to the name of a man who has not yet saved them — query — are they worth saving, even in this world"? for, according to the mildest modifications of any Christian Creed, those three words make the odds much against them in the next — "Saviour of the world," quotha! — it were to be wished that he, or any one else, could save a corner of it — his country. Yet this stupid misnomer, although it shows the near connection between superstition and impiety, so far has its use, that it proves there can be little to dread from those Catholics (inquisitorial Catholics too) who can confer such an appellation on a Protestant. I suppose next year he will be entitled the "Virgin Mary"; if so, Lord George Gordon himself would have nothing to object to such liberal bastards of our Lady of Babylon.

[William Pole Well eslcy-Pole (i78s?-i8o), afterwards fourth Lord Mornington, a nephew of the great Duke of Wellington, married, in March, 1813, Catharine, daunhter and heiress of Sir Tylney Long, Bart. On his marriage he added his wife's double surname to his own, and, thereby, gave the wits their chance. In Rejected Addresses Fitzgerald is made to exclaim —

"Bless every man posscssM of aught to give, Long may Long-Tilney-Wellesley-Long-Pole live."

The principals in the duel to which Byron Hail, moving Muse! to whom the fair

one's breast Gives all it can, and bids us take the

rest.

Oh! for the flow of Busby,1 or of Fitz,
The latter's loyalty, the former's wits,
To "energise the object I pursue,"
And give both Belial and his Dance their
due!

Imperial Waltz! imported from the
Rhine

(Famed for the growth of pedigrees and wine), 30 Long be thine import from all duty free, And Hock itself be less esteemed than thee;

In some few qualities alike — for Hock Improves our cellar — thou our living stock.

The head to Hock belongs — thy subtler art

Intoxicates alone the heedless heart: 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, 40 Ere cursed Confederation2 made thee France's,

And only left us thy d—d debts and dances!

alludes were Wcllesley-Pole and Lord Kilworth. The occasion of the quarrel was a misconception of some expression of Wcllcsley-Polc's at an assembly at Lady Hawarden's (August 6. 1811). Two meetings took place, the first (August 9), the second, August 15, 1811. On both occasions the seconds intervened, and matters were "amicably adjusted."]

'[Thomas Busby, Mus. Doc. (1755-1838), musical composer, and author of A New and Compute Musical Dictionary, 1801, etc. His "rejected address" on the reopening of Drury Lane Theatre, would have been recited by his son (October 15), but the gallery refused to hear it out. On the next night (October 16) "Master" Busby was more successful. Byron's parody of Busby's address, which began with the line, "When energising objects men pursue," is headed, "Parenthetical Address. By Dr Plagiary."]

1 [The Confederation of the Rhine (1803181.1), by which the courts of Wurtcmbcrg and Bav:«ria, together with some lesser principalities,

Of subsidies and Hanover bereft,

We bless thee still — for George the

Third is left! Of kings the best — and last, not least

in worth,

For graciously begetting George — the Fourth.

To Germany, and Highnesses serene, Who owe us millions — don't we owe

the Queen? To Germany, what owe we not besides? So oft bestowing Brunswickers and

brides; 50 Who paid for vulgar, with h;r royal

blood,

Drawn from the stem of each Teutonic stud:

Who sent us — so be pardoned all her faults —

A dozen dukes, some kings, a Queen — and Waltz.

But peace to her — her Emperor and

Diet,

Though now transferred to Buonaparte's "fiat"!

Back to my theme — O muse of Motion! say,

How first to Albion found thy Waltz her way?

Borne on the breath of Hyperborean

gales,

From Hamburg's port (while Hamburg yet had mails), 60

Ere yet unlucky Fame — compelled to creep

To snowy Gottenburg — was chilled to

sleep;

Or, starting from her slumbers, deigned

arise,

Heligoland! to stock thy mart with lies; While unburnt Moscow 1 yet had news to send,

Nor owed her fiery Exit to a friend,

detached themselves from the Germanic Body, and accepted the immediate protection of France.1

■ The patriotic arson of our amiable allies cannot be sufficiently commended — nor subscribed for. Amongst other details omitted in the various despatches of our eloquent ambassador, he did not state (being too much occupied with the exploits of Colonel _ C , in swimming rivers frozen, and galloping over roads im

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