Anxious fear is charm'd to rest. Proudly rise, sweet bird of night, Gently wing thy aery flight."-Cesario. Venimus ad summum fortune! Mr. Greathead equals Shakspeare, Mrs. Robinson surpasses Milton, and Cesario outdoes Pope in that very performance which he vainly imagined so complete as to take away all desire of imitating, all possibility of excelling it! "O favour'd clime! O happy age!" + Carlos.-I have nothing of this gentleman (a most "Oft hath the poet hail'd the breath of morn, That wakens nature with the voice of spring, Which yellow autumn glowing spreads around, Fresh in his breast was young description found." be the merit of of Arno," (which, it seem not yet rewarded with a s share it with Julia. Hear Mr. Bell. "A most elegan rous esteem has been sel the muse which inspired i 66 JULIA "Arno! where stea Soft as the even Say, does it deck Or on the noonti Julia) has been guilty of a Mrs. Robinson (for we n taken from the Baviad, w have been seen out of that a delicious couplet, which Pope, "Write whate Some rising geni This has nettled me a lit great poetess in my opinion often of late, that I begin to Ούτος αοιδων λωστος For the rest, this "elega specimen of Arno's fine po lays. 66 ARNO "Sure some dire star i Guides to his heart Fills with contention And rouses him to "There are who sagel And tell us war is That millions by the Must suffer by the § Lorenzo. Και πως εγω Σθενελή Says a hungry wight in an Εις οξος εμβαπτομενο no seasoning whatever, ca garbage of this modern S therefore spare myself the Reuben, whom I take to (it being this gentleman's assume the merit of all una ADDRESS TO A Daniel come to judgment, yea, a Daniel! This is induced himself to the World truth the reason; and when Mr. Vaughan and his coadjutors condescend to humble themselves to my understanding, I will endeavour to profit by their eloquent strictures. Adelaide.-And who is Adelaide ? O seri studiorum! "Not to know her, argues yourselves unknown." Hear Mr. Bell, the Longinus of newspaper writers. 66 ADELAIDE. "He who is here addressed by the first lyric writer in "O thou, whom late I watch'd, while o'er thee hung Beheld thee while a shower of beam "To thee a stranger dare To thee, proud mistre One ray emitted from th Prompted by love, wo "Adorn then love in fanc Chameleon like, anon By Penseroso and Alleg Such genius claim'd w Anna Matilda, what could "This resuscitating Breathe life upon like "the daisy which spre evening!" and accordingly pr ment of love," to the great Reuben. "But, bard polite, h Which with such 's sake, not so fast. ay masters, ere my teeth were cast, arn'd, by rote, to rave of Delia's charms, of transports found in Chloe's arms, phne with obstreperous plaints to woo, rse the cruelty of-God knows who. Phœbus, (not the power that bade thee write, , dear Dapper! was a lying sprite,) rn, when dreams are true, approach'd my side, rowning on my tuneful lumber, cried, every corner with soft sonnets cramm'd, high-born odes, works damn'd, or to be damn'd!' thy active folly adding more s most worthless, most superfluous store? stence of toil! thou mightst as well ense to Este, or modesty to Bell. my breast, and loosen an my tongue. E'en then (admire, John Bell! my simple ways) How oft, O Dart! what time the faithful pair * Mr. Parsons is extremely angry at my 44 ostentatious intrusion" of the "Otium Divos" into the notes on this poem. What could I do I ever disliked publishing my little modicums on loose pages-but I shall grow wiser by ir, forbear:-What though thou canst not his example! and, indeed, am even now composing "one claim cred honours of a POET's name, the few alone, whom I inspire sense and truth, and surely these are thine, en shame ensued, and vain regret, t' have spent ! throbb'st thou YET, my bosom, at the name? e of gratitude to genius, should nearly occasion “a ion of souls?" Yet so it was. They unfortunately 1 the jealousy of Della Crusca "on the sportive of the Rhone." One luckless evening When twilight on the western edge ad twined his hoary hair with sabling sedge," "Hark! (quoth he,) What cruel sounds are these Which float upon the languid breeze, pains me to add, that the cold-blooded Bell has de- Sed tu insulsa male et molesta vives, riddle, two rebusses, and one acrostic to a babe at -Sed Cynara breves TO A TUFT OF EARLY VIOLETS. Are not the genial brood of May; Stern winter's reign is not yet past— And nips your root, and lays you low. But I will shield you; and supply Has drunk the dew that gems your crest, Her riches to the stores of art, The soft, the sympathizing heart. Has drunk the dew that gems your crest, By one short hour of transport there. While THOU hast sweetly gurgled down the vale, Though clouds obscured the morning hour, And drizzling fell the cheerless shower, On which we both, and yet, who knows 1May dwell with pleasure unalloy'd And dread no thorn beneath the rose. We overhung that long-drawn dale, Which richer tables may not know.- Looks up to catch a parting sinile, From truth, from innocence of soul: To gaze in silence on the tide, Since this, while Merry and his nurslings die, O, for thy spirit, Pope! Yet why, my lays, Which wake no envy, and invite no praise, So hours like moments wing'd their flight, Well, Anna, many days like this THE GRAVE OF ANNA. I wish I was where Anna lies, Go, and partake her humble bier. I wish I could! For when she died, A waste unlovely and unloved.- And weeds that have no business there ?' To scatter o'er her hallow'd mould? I did it and, would fate allow, Thy voice, that might with music vie, Thy courage, by no ills dismay'd, Cold turf, which I no more must view, Dear name, which I no more must sigh, A long, a last, a sad adieu! Half creeping and half flying, yet suffice Burgoyne, perhaps, unchill'd by creeping age, And yet Elfrida's bard, though time has shed Fall with delight the sober ear of taste. But these, and more, I could with honour name, *Burgoyne.-See note *, 2d col. p. 174. And you, too, whole Menander, &c.-O spem fallacem! Menander has since "stolen an hour" (it would be sice to suppose it more) from public pursuits, and stituted it to the reproduction of a German sooterkin. Check'd his wood-notes wild.-ΣtwπNO AVTV Kodolwv, ACOUTA! KUKVOL. But this is better illustrated in a most elegant fable of Lessing, to which I despair of doing jus ce in a translation. (Dear to the feeling heart,) in doubt to win The mischief, in its progress, to arrest, And exorcise the soil of such a pest. HENCE! IN THE NAME-I scarce had spoke, when lo! Reams of outrageous sonnets,* thick as snow, indeed, replied the shepherd; but thy silence alone is the cause of it. "There's comfort yet!" * Reams of outrageous sonnets. Of these I have collected a very reasonable quantity, which I purpose to prefix to some future edition of the Mæviad, under the classic head of INSIGNIUM VIRORUM ALIQUOT TESTIMONIA QUI BAV ET MEV: INCLYTISS: AUCTORIS MEMINERUNT. Meanwhile I shall present the reader with the first two which occur, as a specimen of the collection. SONNET 1. "To the anonymous author of the Baviad, occasioned by his scurrilous and most unmerited attack on Mr. Weston. "Demon of darkness! whosec'er thou art, That darest assume the brighter angel's form, With many a sigh to rend the honest heart, Of imitators vile, intrude not!!! I appeal Tell me, though fair the forms his fancy drew, This poor driveller, who is stupid enough to be Weston's admirer, and malignant enough to be his friend, I take to be one Morley; whom I now and then observe, in the II was right. Mr. Morley, who, I understand, is a clergyman, and who, like Mr. Parsons, exults in the idea of having first attacked me, has since published a "Tale," the wit, or rather dulness of which, if I recollect right, consists in my being disappointed of a living. Here follow a few of the introductory lines, which for poetry and pleasantry can only be exceeded by those of Mr. Parsons. "What if a little once I did abuse thee? Worse than thou hadst deserved I could not use thee: For when I spied thy satyr's cloven foot, 'Tis very true I took thee for a brute; And, marking more attentively thy manners, I since have wish'd thy tide were at the tanner's. But if a man thou art, as sonic suppose, 0: how my fingers itch to pull thy nose! Till Parkinson had stuff'd thee for a snipe!!!" It is rather singular that this still-bora lump of insipidity should be introduced to the bookseller under the auspices of Dr. Parr. If that respectable name was not abused on the occasion, I can only say that politics, like misery, "bring a man acquainted with strange bedfellows!" "Du zürnest, Liebling der Musen," &c. &c. Thou art troubled, darling of the Muses, thou art pen to paper, may be of more service to him than all the instruction, and all For the rest, I will present Mr. Morley with a couple of lines, which, if he will get them construed, and seriously reflect upon, before he next puts troubled at the clamorous swarms of insects which infest Parnassus. O hear from me what once the nightingale beard from the shepherd. the encouragement the Doctor, apparently, ever gave him. Cur ego laborem notus esse tam prave, I find, from a letter which my publisher has received from Dr. Parr, that degree of uneasiness. Sing then, said he to the silent songstress, one lovely this note (which I have left in its original state) has given him some slight evening in the spring, sing then, sweet nightingale! Alas! said the nightingale, the frogs croak so loud, that I have ast all desire to sing: dost thou not hear them? I do, apprehension. When I remarked on the "singularity of Mr. Morley's 'Tale It is satisfactory to me to reflect that this uneasiness is founded on a mis Pursue my verse with unrelenting hate? No save me from their PRAISE, and I can sit No loud" that's HE!" to make Pleased to steal softly by, unn I leave the world to Holcroft, Of these enough. Yet may (For who would sing in vain? Chief тHOU, my friend! who fr Hast shared my joys, and more Sure, if our fates hang on so And take their colour from th Then, IRELAND !t the same p Such the strong sympathies of *PRATT. This gentleman late notable scheme. Having scribbl Gent. Mag., ushering his great prototype's doggrel into notice, he found it expedient to r notice, with an importance truly worthy of it. SONNET II. "To the execrable Baviad. "Monster of turpitude! who seem'st inclined Unconscious of his victories-to come, dome." J. Bell. being introduced under the auspices of Dr. Parr," I merely alluded to a conversation which Mr. Morley himself was said to have had with his bookseller; -and I then suspected (what I now find, from the Doctor's letter, to be the case) that this respectable naine (Dr. Parr's) was abused, i. e. introduced upon the occasion "without his consent, or even knowledge." If my words conveyed the idea (which I now apprehend they may) that Dr. Parr himself had recomended the Tale," it was far from my intention, and I am sorry for it. Indeed, I am sorry that his name was mentioned at all in the Mæviad. It is totally out of its place; and I can only regret, that a juster estimation both of Doctor Parr and of Mr. Morley had not changed my "suspicion" of the latter into certainty, and induced me to attribute his recommendatory story to vanity, and something else not altogether so venial. In conclusion: though Dr. Parr gives up Mr. Morley's poetry, yet he seems to think I have undervalued his other attainments- his Latin, Greek, and Hebrew, and his vigorous and elegant prose."-Of all these I knew nothing. When "there is no occasion for such vanity, I doubt not but Mr. Morley will take care to let them appear;" meanwhile, I must be content to judge him from what I know-his sonnets and his tale. It is but fair to add, however, that the sound and salutary advice which Dr. Parr gave this poor addle-headed man (to say nothing of the tenderness with which he speaks of him) does no less honour to his friendship, than the reprobation of his poetry does to his taste. 1 Quere, full-bottomed.-Printer's Devil. 2 Grecian Mare.-This has been hitherto, inaccurately enough, named the Trojan horse; and, indeed, I myself had nearly fallen into the unscholarlike error, when my learned friend Greathead convinced me (from Pope's emendations of Virgil, under the fantastic name of Scriblerius) that the animal in question was a mare-She being there said to be foeta armis, armed with a fœtus. Let us hear no more, therefore, of the Trojan horse. The patronymic Trojan is still more absurd. Homer expressly declares the mare to have been produced by Pallas-Palladis arte: now Pallas was a Grecian goddess, as is sufficiently manifest from her name, which is derived from aλw, vibro.-J. Bell. 3 Godlike; that is cons from Oro, God, and sons, like. Vide Hom, Translators in general (I except a late one) are too inattentive to the compound epithets of this great poet. But why does Homer call Alexander god. like, when he appears, from Curtius Quintius's tedious gazette in verse, to have had one shoulder higher than the other? My friend Vaughan thinks it was purely to pay his court to him, in hopes of getting into his will, or a few months-to provoke the i indefatigable readers. Mark the ingratitude of the c were made, and Mr. Pratt was crossed the channel. Ibi omnis "The mouse that is content Can never be a mouse of a Baffled in this expedient, he had while we were dreaming of noth in the following paragraph: "A few days since died, at B ingenious Mr. Pratt. His loss w literary world, as he joined to the gentleman the erudition of This was inserted in the Lo days successively. The countr like syllables of dolour." At le yet wet for the irreparable loss a second paragraph: "As no event of late has caus than the supposed death of the are happy to have it in our pow admirers, that he is as well as they will be delighted to hear) TRAVELS for the press." "Laud we the gods!" † Here, on account of its co mentioned in the text, I shall ta hunc mihi concede-of insert tion," addressed to him several printed, nor, as far as I know, self; and I transcribe it for the sations of gratitude and delight of circumstances which we ha it was written. TO TH REV. JOHN I IMITATION OF HORACI Olium Divos When howling winds, a The light, untimber'd ba Near Orkney's boister To ask a little ease. Which Palk could ne |