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(p. 615.

or vanity, by a nephew or a sycophant. Is a That nose, the hook where he suspends the new palace to be erected (at Rome) for an up


(p. 612. start family? the Coliseum is stripped to fur “Naso suspendit adunco."-HORACE. nish materials. Does a foreign minister wish to adorn the bleak walls of a northern castle with The Roman applies it to one who merely was antiques ? the temples of Theseus or Minerva imperious to his acquaintance. must be dismantled, and the works of Phidias or Praxiteles be torn from the shattered frieze. There Chateaubriand forms new books of That a decrepid uncle, wrapped up in the reli

martyrs. gious duties of his age and station, should listen Vicointe Chateaubriand, who has not forgotto the suggestions of an interested nephew, is ten the author in the minister, received a handnatural: and that an oriental despot should un some compliment at Verona from a literary sodervalue the masterpieces of Grecian art, is to vereign : "Ah! Monsieur C-, are you related be expected; though in both cases the conse to that Chateanbriand who-who-whu has writquences of such weakness are much to be la- ten something?" (ecrit quelque chose.) It is said mented. But that the ininister of a nation, famed that the author of Atala repented him for a for its knowledge of the language, and its vener moment of his legitimacy. ation for the monuments of ancient Greece, whould have been the prompter and the instrument of these destructions, is almost incredible. Such rapacity is a crime against all ages and all generations: it deprives the past of the tro-NOTES TO THE VISION OF JUDGphies of their genius and the title-deeds of their

MENT. fame; the present, of the strongest inducements to exertion, the noblest exhibitions that curioeity can contemplate ; the future, of the master

Reviewing "tho ungentle craft," and then. pieces of art, the models of imitation. To

[p. 625. St. 98. guard against the repetition of such depredations

See “Life of Henry Kirke White." is the wish of every man of genius, the duty of every man in power, and the cominon interest

Like King Alfonso ! (p. 625. St. 101. of every civilized nation.“ Eustace's Classical tem, said, that had he been consulted at the

King Alfonso, speaking of the Ptolomean syg. Tour through Italy.

"This attempt to transplant the temple of creation of the world, he would have spared the Vesta from Italy to England, inay perhaps do

Maker some absurdities." honour to the late Lord Bristol's patriotism or to his magnificence; but it cannot be considered

Like lightning, off from his "melodious twang." as an indication of either taste or judgment." Ibid.

(p. 625. St. 102.

See Aubrey's account of the apparition which "Blest paper-credit" who shall dare to sing ?

disappeared with a curious perfume and a me(p. 607.

lodious twang; " or see the Antiquary, vol 1. Blest paper-credit, last and best supply, That lends corruption lighter wings to fly.


NOTES TO THE AGE OF BRONZE. Written after swimming from estos to Abydos.

(p. 633. To form, like Guesclin's dust, her talisman.

On the 3d of May, 1810, while the Salsette

(p. 609. (Captain Bathurst) was lying in the Dardanelles, Guesclin died during the siege of a city;

it Lieutenant Ekenhcad of that frigate and the surrendered, and the keys were brought and writer of these rhymes swam from the European laid upon his bier, so that the place might shore to the Asiatic--by-the-bye, from Abydog

The appear rendered to his ashes.

to Sestos would have been more correct.
whole distance from the place whence we start.

ed to our landing on the other side, including Hear! hear! Prometheus from his rock appeal. the length we were carried by the current, was

(p. 610. computed by those on board the frigate at upI refer the reader to the first address of Pro- wards of four English miles ; though the actual metheus in Æschylus, when he is left alone by breadth is barely one. The rapidity of the curhis attendants, and before the arrival of the rent is such that no boat can row directly across, Chorus of Sea-nymphs.

and it may in some measure be estimated from

the circumstance of the whole distance being Revive the cry—“lago! and close Spain !" accomplished by one of the parties in an hour

[p. 611. and tive, and by the other in an hour and ten **St. lago! and close Spain!" the old Spanish minutes. The water was extremely cold from war-cry.

the melting of the mountain-snows. About three weeks before, in April, we had made an attempt,

but baving ridden all the way from the Troad The knife of Arragon, Toledo's steel. (p. 611. The Arragonians are peculiarly destrous in icy chillness, we found it necessary to postpone

the same morning, and the water being of an the use of this weapon, and displayed it parti- the completion till the frigate anchored below cularly in former French wars.

the castles, when we swam the straite, as just

stated; entering a considerable way above the Thy good old man, whose world was all within. European, and landing below the Asiatic fort.

(p. 612. Chevalier says that a young Jew swam the same The famous old man of Verona. See CLAUDIAN. distance for his mistress; and Oliver mentions

it having been done by a Neapolitan; but our Many an old womanı, but no Catherine. (p. 612. consul, Tarragona, remembered' neither of these

The dexterity of Catherine extricated "Peter circumstances, and tried to dissuade us from the called the Great by courtesy) when surrounded attempt. A number of the Salsette's crew were by the Mussulmans on the banks of the river Pruth, I known to bave accomplished a greater distance;

do not,


and the only thing that surprised me was, that, I character has been drawn in the highest coloers as doubts had been entertained of the truth of by Dryden, Pope, Prior, and Congreve. Leander's story, no traveller had ever endeavoured to ascertain its practicability.

By Death's unequal hand alike control d.

R$61. Ζώη μου, σας αγαπώ

The hand of Death is said to be unjust, ar [p. 633.

unequal, as Virgil was considerably older than Zoë mou, kas agapo, or Zün uov, oás dyarw, Tibullus, at his decease. a Romaic expression of tenderness: if I trang

To lead the band where god-like Falkland fed. late it I shall affront the gentlemen, as it may Reem that I supposed they could not; and if I

Lucius Cary, Lord Viscount Falkland, the most may affront the ladies. For fear of any misconstruction on the part of the latter I shall accomplished man of his age, was killed arbe do so, begging pardon of the learned. It incans,

battle of Newbury, charging in the ranks of Leed "My lite, I love you!" which sounds very pret- Byron's regiment of cavalry. tily in all languages, and is as much in fashion in Greece at this day as, Juvenal tells us, the

To flee away and be at rest. two first words were amongst the Roman ladies, had wings like a dove, then would i fy may

Psalm 55, Verse 6.—“And I said, Oh! that I whose erotic expressions were all hellenized.

and be at rest." This' verse also constitutes i By all the token-flowers that tell. (p. 633. part of the most beautiful anthem in our language In the East (where ladies are not taught to write, lest they should scribble assignations) flowers, cinders, pebbles, convey the sentiments of the parties by that universal deputy of Mer- EXTRACT FROM THE EDINBURGHcury- an old woman. A cinder says, “I burn

REVIEW, for thee;' a bunch of flowers tied with hair, No. 22, FOR JNAUARY 1808 “Take me and fly ; " but a pebble declares what nothing else can.

Hours of Idleness; a Series of Poems, original

and translated. By George Gordon, Lord Borse Blessing him they served so well.

[p. 644. At Waterloo, one man was seen,

whose left

a Minor. 8vo. Pp. 200.– Newark, 1507. arm was shattered by cannon-ball, to wrench it off with the other, and throwing it up in the

The poesy of this young Lord belongs to the air, exclaimed to his comrades, “Vive l'Empereur

class which neither gods nor men are said to jusqu'à la mort." There were many other in- permit. Indeed, we do not recollect to have seen stances of the like this you may, however, a quantity of verse with so few deviations is

either direction from that exact standard. He depend on as true." A private Letter from effusions are spread over a dead flat, and ca Brussels.

no more get above or below the level, thaa Turning rivers into blood.

As an *

they were so much stagnant water. See Rev. chap. VIII, verse 1-11. “The first tenuation of this offence, the noble attbars angel sounded, and there followed hail and fire peculiarly forward in pleading minorits. ll. mingled with blood. And the second angel sound- have it in the title-page, and on the very hart ed, and as it were a great mountain burning of the volume; it follows his name like a faveurwith fire was cast into the sea ; and the third ite part of his style. Much stress is lakas part of the sea became blood.' And the third it in the preface, and the poems are consected angel sounded, and there fell a great star from with this general statement of his ase, by par heaven, burning as it were a lamp; and it fell ticular dates, substantiating the age at which upon a third part of the rivers, and upon the each was written. Now the law upon the ps fountains of waters. And the name of the star is of minority we held to be perfectly clear. called Wormwood. and the third part of the

a plea available only to the defendaat: * waters became wormwood; and many men died plaintiff can offer it as a supplementary grasad of the waters, because they were made bitter."

of action. Thus, if any suit could be broerts

against Lord Byron, for the purpose of cosi Whose realm refused thee even a tomb. (p. 645. ling him to pot into court a certain quantity a

Murat's remains are said to have been torn poetry, and if judgment were given against din from the grave and burnt

it is highly probable that an exception woald be taken were he to deliver for poeiry the est tents of this volune. To this he night pleas min wy; but, as he now makes voluntary tender of the article, he hath no right to sue, on 1

ground, for the price in good current praise, NOTES TO THE HOURS OF should the goods be unmarketable. This is mer IDLENESS.

view of the law on the point, and, we are sorry to

say, so will it be ruled. Perhape, however in Oscar of Alva.

(p. 656. reality, all that he tells us about his peeth The catastrophe of this tale was suggested

by rather with a view to increase our wonder, the the story of “Jeronymo and Lorenzo,

to soften our censures. He possibly means to

in the first volume of “The Armenian, or Ghost-Seer:" say, “See how a minor can write! This poem it also bears some resemblance to a scene in

was actually composed by a young maar the third act of Macbeth.

eighteen, and this by one of only sixteen!"-BEL alas! we all remember the poetry of Cowley at

ten, and Pope at twelve; and so far from bear The pride of Princes, and the boast of song. ing, with any degree of surprise, that very pret

(p. 660. verses were written by a youth from his leasing Charles Sackville, Barl of Dorset, esteemed the school to his leaving college, inclusive, we truly most accomplished man of his day, was alike believe this to be the most common of all secur distinguished in the voluptuous court of Charles rences ; that it happens in the life of nine pra II. and the gloomy one of William III. He be- in ten who are educated in England ; and that the haved with great gallantry in the seafight tenth man writes better verse than Lord Mura with the Dutch, in 1665, on the day previous to His other plea of privilege, onr author rathe which he composed his celebrated 'song. His brings forward in order to waive it. lle ceras

[p. 645.

s, however, does allude frequently to his family Thus, we do not think Lord Byron was made and ancestors - sometimes in notes; and while for translating, during his non-age, Adrian's giving up his claim on the score of rank, he Address to his Soul, when Pope succeeded so Takes care to remember us of Dr. Johnson's say- indifferently in the atteinpt. If our readers, ng, that when a nobleman appears as an author, however, are of another opinion, they inay his merit should be handsomely acknowledged. look at it. in truth, it is this consideration only, that induces us to give Lord Byron's poems a place in

Ah! gentle, fleeting, wavering sprite, our Review, beside our desire to counsel him,

Friend and associate of this clay! that he do forthwith abandon poetry, and turn

To what unknown region borne, his talents, which are considerable, and his op

Wilt thou now wing thy distant flight ? portunities, which are great, to better account.

No more with wonted humour gay, With this view, we inast beg leave seriously But pallid, cheerless, and forlorn. to assure him, that the mere rhyming of the final syllable, even when accompanied by the

However, be this as it may, we fear his transpresence of a certain number of feet; nay, allations and imitations are great favourites with ihough (which does not always happen) those feet Lord Byron. We have them of all kinds, from should scan regularly, and have been all count

Anacreon to Ossian ; and viewing them as school ed accurately, upon the fingers,- it is not the exercises, they may pass. Only, why print thein whole art of poetry. We would entreat him to after they have had their day and served their believe, thai a certain portion of liveliness, turn? As to his Ossianic poesy we are not very somewhat of fancy, is necessary to constitute a good judges, being, in truth, so moderately skill

of , , read, must contain at least one thought ,' ei- in all probability, be criticising some bit of the ther in a little degree different from the ideas genuine Macpherson itself, were we to express of former writers, or differently expressed. We

our opinion of Lord Byron's rhapsodies. If, then, put it to his candour, whether there is any thing is by his Lordship, we venture to object to it,

the following beginning of a “Song of Bards, so deserving the name of poetry in verses like the following, written in 1806 ; and whether, it as far as we can comprehend it. “What forin a youth of eighteen could say any thing so un

rises on the roar of clouds, whose dark ghost interesting to his ancestors, a youth of nineteen gleams on the red stream of tempests ? His voice should publish it.

rolls on the thunder ; 'tis Orla, the brown chief

of Oithona." After detaining this “brown chief" Shades of heroes, farewell! your descendant, some time, the bards conclude by giving him departing

their advice to “ raise his fair locks; then to From the seat of his ancestors, bids you adieu! “spread them on the arch of the rainbow;" and Abroad, or at home, your remembrance imparting to smile through the tears of the storm."

New courage, he'll think upon glory and you. this kind of thing there are no less than nine Though a tear dim his eye at this sad separation, pages, and we can so far venture an opinion in "Tis nature, not fear, that excites his regret: son; and we are positive they are pretty nearly

their favour, that they look very like MacpherFar distant he goes, with the same emulation; The fame of his fathers he ne'er can forget.

as stupid and tiresome.

It is a sort of privilege of poets to be egotists ; That fame, and that memory, still will he cherish, but they should use it as not abusing it ; * and

He vows that he ne'er will disgrace your particularly one who piques himself (though inLike you will he live, or like you will he perish : infant-bard," =("The artless Helicon I boast is

deed at the ripe age of nineteen) of being “an When decay'd, may he mingle his dust with

youth ;')—should either not know, or should seem your own.

not to know, 80 much about his own ancestry. Now we positively do assert, that there is Besides a poem above cited, on the family-seat nothing better than these stanzas in the whole of the Byrons, we have another of eleven pages, on compass of the noble minor's voluine.

the self-same subject, introduced with an apology, Lord Byron should also have a care of at "he certainly had no intention of inserting it," tempting what the greatest poets have done be- but really " the particular request of somo fore him, for comparisons (as he must have had friends," etc. It concludes with five stanzas on occasion to see at his writing-master's) are odious. himself, "the last and youngest of a noble line." -Gray's Ode

Eton College should really There is a good deal also about his maternal have kept out the ten hobbling stanzas - On a ancestors, in a poem on Lachin y Gair, a moundistant view of the village and school of Harrow. tain were he spent part of his youth, and might

have learnt that pibroch is not a bagpipe, any Where fancy yet joys to retrace the resem

more than duet means a fiddle. blance of comrades, in friendship and mischief allied;

As the author has dedicated so large a part How welcome to me your ne'er fading remem

of his volume to immortalize his employments at brance,

school and college, we cannot possibly dismiss is Which rests in the bosom, though hope is denied. without presenting the reader with a specimen

of these ingenious effusions. In an ode with a In like manner, the exquisite lines of Mr. Greek motto, called Granta, we have the folRogers “On a Tear,' might have warned the lowing magnificent stanzas : noble author off those premises, and spared us a wbole dozen such stanzas as the following: There, in apartments small and damp,

The candidate for college prizes
Mild Charity's glow,

Sits poring by the midnight-lamp,
To us mortals below,

Goer late to bed, yet early rises.
Shows the soul from barbarity clear;
Compassion will melt

Who reads falso quantities in Sele,
Where this virtue is felt,

Or puzzles o`er the deep triangle,
And ite dew is diffused in a Tear.

Deprived of many a wholesome meal,
The man doom'd to wail,

In bar barous Latin doom'd to wrangle :
With the blast of the gale,
Through billows Atlantic to steer,

Renouncing every pleasing page
As he bends o'er the wave,

From authors of historie lise,
Which may soon be his grave,

Preferring to the letter id sage
The greca eparkles bright with a Tear

The square of the hypothepuse.



Still harmless are these occupations,

them as we find them, and be content ; for they That hurt none but the hapless student, are the last we shall ever have from bin. He Compared with other recreations,

is, at best, he says, but an intruder into the Which bring together the imprudent. groves of Parnassus; he never lived in a garret,

like thorough-bred poets; and though he once We are sorry to hear so bad an account of roved a careless mountaineer in the Highlands the college-psalmody as is contained in the fol- of Scotland, he has not of late enjoyed this lowing Attic stanzas.

advantage. Moreover, he expects no profit fren Our choir would scarcely be excused,

his publication; and, whether it succeeds er Est, Even as a band of raw beginners;

“it is highly improbable, from his situatiot and All mercy now must be refused

pursuits hereafter," that he should again candesTo such a set of croaking sinners.

cend to become an author. Therefore, le

take what we get and be thankful. What reht If David, when his toils were ended,

have we poor devils to be nice? We are well Had heard these blockheads sing before him, off to have got so much from a man of this Lord To us his psalms had ne'er descended : station, who does not live in a garret, but -ban In furious mood he would have tore 'em! the sway" of Newstead Abbey. Again, we may

let us be thankful ; and, with honest Saache, bild But whatever judgment may be passed on the God bless the giver, por look the gift borse is poems of this noble minor, it seems we must take the mouth.

NOTE TO THE LETTER OF BOWLES' | replied Sheridan, “I remember little, except that STRICTURES ON POPE.

there was a phænis in it." A phenis!! Well,

how did he describe it?" "Like a poulterer." Corper's Dutch delineation of a wood drawn up and red, and blue: he did not let us or for a

answered Sheridan ; "it was green, and yelles, like a seedsman's catalogue.

[p. 690. I will submit to Mr. Bowley's own judgment a

single feather." And just such as this poulterer passage from another poem of Cowper's, to be detail of a wood, with all its petiy ninotia

account of a phenix, is Cowper's a stick pickers compared with the same writer's Sylvan Sampler. this, that, and the other. In the lines to Mary,

One more poetical instance of the power of art, Thy needles, once a shining store,

and even its superiority over nature, in poetry, For my sake restless heretofore,

and I have done ;-the bust of Antinous ! Is there Now rust disused, and shine no more,

My Mary, the Venus? Can there be more poeiry gathered

any thing in nature like this marble, excepting contain a simple, household, indoor," artificial, into existence than in that wonderful creata and ordinary inage. I refer Mr. Bowles to the of perfect beauty? But the poetry of this bust is stanza, and ask if these three lines about "nee- in no respect derived from painre, por fras dles" are not worth all the boasted twaddling any association of moral exaltedness; for su about trees, so triumphantly re-quoted ? and yet is there in common with moral natare and the in fact what do they convey ? A homely collec- male minion of Adrian? The very execaviar is tion of images and ideas associated with the not natural, but super-natural, or rather repet darning of stockings, and the hemming of shirts, artificial, for nature has never done so much and the mending of breeches ; but will any one Away, then, with this cant about patare and deny that they are eminently poetical and pa-“invariable principles of poetry!" A great artist thetic as addressed by Cowper to his nurse? will make a block of stone as sublime as a noun The trash of trees reminds me of a saying oftain, and a good poet can inbue a pack of cards Sheridan's. Soon after the “Rejected Address" with more poetry than inhabits the forests of scene, in 1812, I met Sheridan. In the course of America. It is the business and the proof of a dinner, he said, “Lord Byron, did you know poet to give the lie to the proverb, and seethat amongst the writers of addresses was Whit- times to make a silken purse out of a rov, bread himself?" I answered by an inquiry of and to conclude with another homely provere what sort of an addrese he had made. “Of that," “a good workman will not find fault with his tools."

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down sort of tune, that reminded me of the

“Black Joke," only more “affettuoso," till it SIR,

inade me quite giddy with wondering they were

not so. By and bye they stopped a bit, and I Lax a country-gentleman of a midland-county. thought they would sit or fall down :-but, do; I might have been a Parliament-man for a cer with Mrs. H.'s hand on his shoulder, "quam tain borough, having had the offer of as many familiariter" (as Terence said when I was at votes as General T. at the general election in school), they walked about a minute, and then 1812). But I was all for domestic happiness ; at it again, like two cockchafers spitted on the as fifteen years ago, on a visit to London, I same bodkin. I asked what all this ineant, when, married a middle-aged Maid of Honour. We with a loud laugh, a child not older than our lived happily at Hornem - Hall till last season, Wilhelmina (a name I never heard but in the when my wife and I were invited by the Count-Vicar of Wakefield, though her mother would

of Waltzaway (a distant relation of my call her after the Princess of Swappenbach), said spouse) to pass the winter in town. Thinking no Lord, Mr. Hornem, can't you see they are valtzharm, and our girls being come to a marriageable ing,", or waltzing (I forget which ); and then (or as they call it, marketable) age, and having np she got, and her mother and sister, and away besides a Chancery - suit inveterately entailed they went, and round-abouted it till supper-time. upon the fanily estate, we came up in our old Now that I know what it is, I like it of all chariot, of which, by the bye, my wife grew 80 things, and so does Mrs. H.; though I have inuch ashamed in less than a week, that I was broken my shins, and four times overturned Mrs. obliged to buy a second-hand barouche, of which Horner's maid in practising the preliminary I might mount the box, Mrs. H. says, if I could steps in a morning. Indeed, so much do I like drive, but never see the inside-that place being it, that having a turn for rhyme, tastily disreserved for the Honourable Augustus Tiptoe, played in some elcction-ballads, and songs in her partner-general and opera-knight. Hearing honour of all the victories (but till lately I have greai praises of Mrs. His dancing (she was had little practice in that way), I sat down, and famoos' for birth - night - minuets in the latter with the aid of W. F., Esq., and a few hints end of the last century), I unbooted, and went from Dr. B. (whose recitations I attend, and am to a ball at the Countess's, expecting to see a monstrous fond of Master B.'s manner of decountry-dance, or, at most, cotillions, reels, and livering his father's late successful D. L. Adall the old paces to the newest tunes. But, dress), I composed the following hymn , wherejudge of my surprise, on arriving, to see poor withal to make my sentiments known to the dear Mrs. Hornem with her arms half round the Public, whom, nevertheless, I heartily despise lains of a huge hussar-looking gentleman I never as well as the Critics. set eyes on before ; and his, to say truth, rather

I am, Sır, yours, more than half round her waist, turning round, and round, and round, to a d-d gee-raw up and


Mose of the many twinkling feet! whose Hail, nimble Vymph! to whom the yonng hussar, charms

The whiskerd votary of Waltz and WarAre now extended up from logo to arms : His night devotes, despite of spur and boots, TeaPSICHORE!-too long misdeemid a maid -- A sigbi unmatch'd since Orpheus and his brutes: Reproachful term--bestow'd but to opbraid Hail, spirit-stirring Waliz! - beneath whose Henceforth in all the bronze of brightness shine,

banners The least a vestal of the 'irgin Nine,

A modern hero fought for modish manners; Par be from thee and thine the name of prude; Un Hounslow's heath to rival Wellesley's fame, Mock'd, yet triumphant; sneerid at, onsubdued ; Cock'd - fired - and miss'd his inan – but gaiu'd Thy legs must move to conquer as they fly,

his aim. If but ihy coats are reasonably high ;

Hail moving Muse! to whom the fair one's breast The breast-if bare enough-requires no shield; Gives all it can, and bide or take the rest. Dance forth--sans armour thou shalt take the Oh! for the flow of Busby, or of Fitz, field,

The latter's loyalty, the former's wits, And own--impregnable to most assaults, To “energize the object I pursue," Thy not too lawfully begotten "Waltz." And give both Belial and his dance their due !

• This poen has been atributed to Lord Byron : the question of its authenticity remaining undecided, it is here given by way of appendix.

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