TO MR. MURRAY. FOR Orford and for Waldegrave You give much more than me you gave; My Murray. Because if a live dog, 't is said, A live lord must be worth two dead, My Murray. And if, as the opinion goes, Verse hath a better sale than prose Certes, I should have more than those, But now this sheet is nearly cramm'd, EPISTLE FROM MR. MURRAY TO DR. POLIDORI. DEAR DOCTOR, I have read your play. Which is a good one in its way, And drenches handkerchiefs like towels With tears, that, in a flux of grief, Afford hysterical relief To shatter'd nerves and quicken'd pulses, I like your moral and machinery; The play's concoction full of art; Your hero raves, your heroine cries, But and I grieve to speak it — plays Are drugs mere drugs, sir — nowadays. I had a heavy loss by "Manuel," Too lucky if it prove not annual, And Sotheby, with his "Orestes " (Which, by the by, the author's best is), Has lain so very long on hand That I despair of all demand. I've advertised, but see my books, Or only watch my shopman's looks;— My back-shop glut, my shelves encumber. There's Byron, too, who once did better, Has sent me, folded in a letter, Than Darnley, Ivan, or Kehama; I write in haste; excuse each blunder; The Quarterly - Ah, sir, if you - but, to resume; As I was saying, sir, the room -- The room's so full of wits and bards, Crabbes, Campbells, Crokers, Freres and Wards, And others, neither bards nor wits: My humble tenement admits All persons in the dress of gent., A party dines with me to-day, They're at this moment in discussion On poor De Staël's late dissolution. Her book, they say, was in advance Pray heaven, she tell the truth of France! Unless 't were acted by O'Neill. JOHN MURRAY. TO MR. MURRAY: STRAHAN, Tonson, Lintot of the times, To thee, with hope and terror dumb, Upon thy table's baize so green Along thy sprucest bookshelves shine Tours, Travels, Essays, too, I wist And Heaven forbid I should conclude HOLLAND HOUSE. (From ENGLISH BARDS AND SCOTCH REVIEwers.) ILLUSTRIOUS Holland! hard would be his lot, Shall Grub-street dine, while duns are kept aloof. Resume his pen, review his Lordship's work, Declare his landlord can at least translate! |