Bowles's will and pleasure to be as angry with me, the critique in the Quarterly to Octavius Gilchrist for having written in the London Magazine, as for All these "easons consist of surmises of Mr. not having written in the Quarterly Review. Bowles, upon the presumed character of his op"Mr. Gilchrist has had ample revenge; for he ponent. "He did not suppose there could exist a has, in his answer, said so and so," &c., &c. There man in the kingdom so impudent, &c., &c., except is no great revenge in all this; and I presume that Octavius Gilchrist."-" He did not think there was nobody either seeks or wishes it. What revenge? a man in the kingdom whe would pretend ignorance, Mr. Bowles calls names, and he is answered. But &c., &c., except Octavius Gilchrist. -"He did not Mr. Gilchrist and the Quarterly Review are not conceive that one man in the kingdom would utter poets, nor pretenders to poetry; therefore they can such stupid flippancy, &c., &c., except Octavius have no envy nor malice against Mr. Bowles; they Gilchrist."-" He did not think there was one man have no acquaintance with Mr. Bowles, and can in the kingdom who, &c., &c., could so utterly have no personal pique; they do not cross his path show his ignorance, combined with conceit, &c., as of life, nor he theirs. There is no political feud Octavius Gilchrist."-" He did not believe there between them. What, then, can be the motive of was a man in the kingdom so perfect Mr. Gilchrist's their discussion of his deserts as an editor?-vene-' old lunes,""&c., &c.-He did not think the mean ration for the genius of Pope, love for his memory, mind of any one in the kingdom," &c,, and so on; and regard for the classic glory of their country. always beginning with "any one in the kingdom,' Why would Mr. Bowles édite? Had he limited his and ending with "Octavius Gilchrist," like the honest endeavors to poetry, very little would have word in a catch. I am not "in the kingdom," and been said upon the subject, and nothing at all by have not been much in the kingdom since I was his present antagonists. one-and-twenty, (about five years in the whole, since Mr. Bowles calls the pamphlet a "mud-cart," and I was of age,) and have no desire to be in the kingthe writer a "scavenger. Afterwards he asks, dom again, whilst I breathe, nor to sleep there "Shall he fling dirt and receive rose-water?" This afterwards; and I regret nothing more than having metaphor, by-the-way, is taken from Marmontel's ever been "in the kingdom at all. But though Memoirs; who, lamenting to Chamfort the shed-no longer a man "in the kingdom," let me hope ding of blood during the French revolution, was that when I have ceased to exist, it may be said, as answered, "Do you think that revolutions are to be was answered by the master of Clanronald's enchmade with rose-water? man, his day after the battle of Sheriff-Muir, when

purified;-all that it had of passionate, he has," a certain illustrious foreigner,"-what do these beautified;-all that it had of holy, he has hal- words ever precede, but defamation? Had he felt lowed. Mr. Campbell has admirably marked this a spark of kindling kindness for John Clare, he in a few words (I quote from memory), in drawing would have named him. There is a sneer in the the distinction between Pope and Dryden, and sentence as it stands. How a favorable review of a pointing out where Dryden was wanting. 'I deserving poet can "rather injure than promote his fear," says he, "that had the subject of 'Eloisa' cause The article is difficult to comprehend. fallen into his (Dryden's) hands, that he would denounced is able and amiable, and it has "served' have given us but a coarse draft of her passion." the poet, as far as poetry can be served by judicious Never was the delicacy of Pope so much shown as and honest criticism.

is

in this poem. With the facts and the letters of With the two next paragraphs of Mr. Bowles's "Eloisa" he has done what no other mind but that pamphlet it is pleasing to concur. His mention of of the best and purest of poets could have accom-" Pennie," and his former patronage of "Shoel," plished with such materials. Ovid, Sappho (in the do him honor. I am not of those who may deny ode called hers)-all that we have of ancient, all Mr. Bowles to be a benevolent man. I merely that we have of modern poetry, sinks into nothing assert, that he is not a candid editor. compared with him in this production. Mr. Bowles has been "a writer occasionally Let us hear no more of this trash about "licen- upwards of thirty years," and never wrote one tiousness." Is not "Anacreon " taught in our word in reply in his life "to criticisms, merely as schools?-translated, praised, and edited? Are criticisms." This is Mr. Lofty in Goldsmith's Goodnot his Odes the amatory praises of a boy? Is not natured Man; "and I vow by all that's honorable, Sappho's Ode on a girl? Is not this sublime and my resentment has never done the men, as mere (according to Longinus) fierce love for one of her men, any manner of harm,-that is, as mere men." own sex? And is not Phillip's translation of it in "The letter to the editor of the newspaper the mouths of all your women? And are the English owned; but "it was not on account of the criticism. schools or the English women the more corrupt for It was because the criticism came down in a frank all this? When you have thrown the ancients into directed to Mrs. Bowles!!!"-(the italics and three the fire, it will be time to denounce the moderns. notes of admiration appended to Mrs. Bowles are Licentiousness!"-there is more real mischief copied verbatim from the quotation,) and Mr. and sapping licentiousness in a single French prose Bowles was not displeased with the criticism, but novel, in a Moravian hymn, or a German comedy, with the frank and the address. I agree with Mr. than in all the actual poetry that ever was penned, Bowles that the intention was to annoy him; but I or poured forth, since the rhapsodies of Orpheus. fear that this was answered by his notice of the The sentimental anatomy of Rousseau and Mad. de reception of the criticism. An anonymous letterS. are far more formidable than any quantity of writer has but one means of knowing the effect of verse. They are so, because they sap the principles his attack. In this he has the superiority over the by reasoning upon the passions; whereas poetry is viper; he knows that his poison has taken effect, in itself passion, and does not systematise. It when he hears the victim cry;-the adder is deaf. assails, but does not argue; it may be wrong, but The best reply to an anonymous intimation is to it does not assume pretensions to Optimism, take no notice directly nor indirectly I wish Mr. Mr. Bowles now has the goodness" to point out Bowles could see only one or two of the thousand the difference between a traducer and him who sincerely states what he sincerely believes." He might have spared himself the trouble. The one is a liar, who lies knowingly; the other (I speak of a scandalmonger of course) lies, charitably believing that he speaks truth, and very sorry to find himself in falsehood;-because he

"Would rather that the dean should die,

Than his prediction prove a lie."

so your servant."

which I have received in the course of a literary life, which, though begun early, has not yet extended to a third part of his existence as an author. I speak of literary life only. Were I to add personal, I might double the amount of anonymous letters. If he could but sce the violence, the threats, the absurdity of the whole thing, he would laugh, and so should I, and thus be both gainers.

To keep up the farce,-within the last month of this present writing (1821), I have had my life After a definition of a "traducer," which was threatened in the same way which menaced Mr quite superfluous (though it is agreeable to learn Bowles's fame,-excepting that the anonymous that Mr. Bowles so well understands the character), denunciation was addressed to the Cardinal Legate we are assured, that "he feels equally indifferent, at Romagna, instead of to Mrs. Bowles. The CarMr. Gilchrist, for what your malice can invent, or dinal is, I believe, the elder lady of the two. I your impudence utter." This is indubitable; for it append the menace in all its barbaric but literal rests not only on Mr. Bowles's assurance, but on Italian, that Mr. Bowles may be convinced; and as that of Sir Fretful Plagiary, and nearly in the same this is the only "promise to pay," which the Italwords," and I shall treat it with exactly the same ians ever keep, so my person has been at least as calm indifference and philosophical contempt, and much exposed to a "shot in the gloaming," from "John Heatherblutter" (see Waverly), as ever Mr. 'One thing has given Mr. Bowles concern. It Bowles's glory was from an editor. I am, neveris "a passage which might seem to reflect on the theless, on horseback and lonely for some hours patronage a young man has received." MIGHT (one of them twilight) in the forest daily; and seem! The passage alluded to expresses, that if this, because it was my "custom in the afternoon," Mr. Gilchrist be the reviewer of "a certain poet of and that I believe if the tyrant cannot escape amidst nature," his praise and blame are equally con- his guards (should it be so written?) so the humtemptible.-Mr. Bowles, who has a peculiarly am- bler individual would find precautions useless. biguous style, where it suits him, comes off with a Mr. Bowles has here the humility to say, that "not to the poet, but the critic," &c. In my hum- "he must succumb; for with Lord Byron turned ble opinion, the passage referred to both. Had against him, he has no chance,"-a declaration of Mr. Bowles really meant fairly, he would have said self-denial not much in unison with his "promise," so from the first-he would have been eagerly five lines afterwards, that "for every twenty-four transparent.- "A certain poet of nature" is not lines quoted by Mr. Gilchrist, or his friend, to greet the style of commendation. It is the very prologue him with as many from the Gilchrisiad; to the most scandalous paragraphs of the news-much the better. Mr. Bowles has no reason to succumb" but to Mr. Bowles. As a poet, the papers, when author of "The Missionary" may compete with the foremost of his contemporaries. Let it ba

"Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike.”

," but so

"A certain high personage,"—" a certain peeress," recollected, that all my previous opinions of Mr.

Bowles's poetry were written long before the pub- and even flatteringly. The reader will forgive the lication of his last and best poem; and that a weakness in favor of mortality, and correct your poet's last poem should be his best, is his highest adulation with a smile. But to sit down "mingere praise. But, however, he may duly and honorably in patriots cineres," as Mr. Bowles has done, merits rank with his living rivals, there never was so a reprobation so strong, that I am as incapable of complete a proof of the superiority of Pope, as in expressing as of ceasing to feel it. the lines with which Mr. Bowles closes his “to be concluded in our next.”

Mr. Bowles is avowedly the champion and the poet of nature. Art and the arts are dragged, some before. and others behind his chariot. Pope, where he deals with passion, and with the nature of the naturals of the day, is allowed even by themselves to be sublime; but they complain that too soon

"He stoop'd to truth and moralised his song.”

FURTHER ADDENDA.

It is worthy of remark that, after all this outcry about "in-door nature" and "artificial images, Pope was the principal inventor of that boast of the English, Modern Gardening. He divides this honor with Milton. Hear Warton:-"It hence appears, that this enchanting art of modern gardening, in which this kingdom claims a preference over every and there even they allow him to be unrivalled. He nation in Europe, chiefly owes its origin and its has succeeded, and even surpassed them, when he improvements to two great poets, Milton and Pope." Walpole (no friend to Pope) asserts that Pope chose, in their own pretended province. Let us see what their Corypheus effects in Pope's. But it is formed Kent's taste, and that Kent was the artist too pitiable, it is too melancholy to see Mr. Bowles to whom the English are chiefly indebted for diffus"sinning" not "up" but "down as a poet to his ing "a taste in laying out grounds." The design lowest depth as an editor. By the way, Mr. Bowles of the Prince of Wales's garden was copied from Warton applauds "his is always quoting Pope. I grant that there is no Pope's at Twickenham. poet-not Shakspeare himself—who can be so often singular effort of art and taste, in impressing so quoted, with reference to life;-but his editor is so much variety and scenery on a spot of five acres." like the devil quoting Scripture, that I could wish Pope was the first who ridiculed the "formal, Mr. Bowles in his proper place, quoting in the French, Dutch, false and unnatural taste in gardening," both in prose and verse. (See, for the pulpit. former, “The Guardian.”)

And now for his lines. But it is painful-painful -to see such a suicide, though at the shrine of Pope. I can't copy them all :

"Shall the rank, loathsome miscreant of the age
Sit like a night-mare grinning o'er a page."
"Whose pye-bald character so aptly suit
The two extremes of Bantom and of Brute,
Compound grotesque of sullenness and show,
The chattering magpie, and the croaking crow."
"Whose heart contends with thy Saturnian head,
A root of hemlock, and a lump of lead.
Gilchrist proceed,” &c., &c.

"And thus stand forth, spite of thy venom'd foam,

To give thee bite for bite, or lash thee limping home."

"Pope has given not only some of our first, but best rules and observations on Architecture and Gardening." (See Warton's Essay, vol. ii. p. 237, &c., &c.)

Now, is it not a shame, after this, to hear our Lakers in "Kendal Green," and our Buccolical Cockneys, crying out (the latter in a wilderness of bricks and mortar) about "Nature," and Pope's "artificial in-door habits?" Pope had seen all of nature that England alone can supply. He was bred in Windsor Forest, and amidst the beautiful scenery of Eton; he lived familiarly and frequently at the country seats of Bathurst, Cobham, Burlington, Peterborough, Digby, and Bolingbroke; amongst whose seats was to be numbered Stowe. He made his own little "five acres a model to

With regard to the last line, the only one upon which I shall venture for fear of infection, I would princes, and to the first of our artists who imitated Warton thinks that the most engaging advise Mr. Gilchrist to keep out of the way of such nature. reciprocal morsure-unless he has more faith in the of Kent's works was also planned on the model of "Ormskirk medicine" than most people, or may Pope's, at least in the opening and retiring shades wish to anticipate the pension of the recent German of Venus's Vale."

professor, (I forget his name, but it is advertised It is true that Pope was infirm and deformed; but and full of consonants,) who presented his memoir he could walk, and he could ride, (he rode to Oxford of an infallible remedy for the hydrophobia to the from London at a stretch,) and he was famous for German diet last month, coupled with the philan- an exquisite eye. On a tree at Lord Barthurst's is thropic condition of a large annuity, provided that carved, "Here Pope sang," he composed beneath his cure cured. Let him begin with the editor of it. Bolingbroke, in one of his letters, represents Pope, and double his demand.

To John Murray, Esq.

Yours ever,

BYRON.

them both writing in the hay-field. No poet ever admired Nature more, or used her better, than Pope has done, as I will undertake to prove from his works, prose and verse, if not anticipated in so easy and agreeable a labor. I remember a passage in

P. S. Amongst the above-mentioned lines there Walpole, somewhere, of a gentleman who wished occurs the following, applied to Pope

"The assassin's vengeance, aud the coward's lie.'

to give directions about some willows to a man who had long served Pope in his grounds: "I understand, sir," he replied: "you would have them And Mr. Bowles persists that he is a well-wisher of hang down, sir, somewhat poetical." Now, if noPope!!! He has, then, edited an "assassin" and thing existed but this little anecdote, it would sufa coward" wittingly, as well as lovingly. In my fice to prove Pope's taste for Nature, and the former letter I have remarked upon the editor's for- impression which he had made on a commongetfulness of Pope's benevolence. But where he minded man. But I have already quoted Warton mentions his faults it is "with sorrow"-his tears and Walpole (both his enemies) and, were it necesdrop, but they do not blot them out. The "record-sary, I could amply quote Pope himself for such ing angel" differs from the recording clergyman. tributes to Nature as no poet of the present day has A fulsome editor is pardonable though tiresome, even approached.

like a panegyrical son whose pious sincerity would His various excellence is really wonderful: archidemi-deify his father. But a detracting editor is a tecture, painting, gardening, all are alike subject to paricide. He sins against the nature of his office, his genius. Be it remembered, that English garand connection-he murders the life to come of his dening is the purposed perfectioning of niggard victim. If his author is not worthy to be men- Nature, and that without it England is but a tioned, do not edit at all: f he be, edit honestly, hedge-and-ditch, double-post-and-rail, Hounslow

Heath and Clapham-Common sort of country, since been near it, when he described so beautifully the the principal forests have been felled. It is, in "artificial" works of the Benefactor of Nature general, far from a picturesque country. The case and mankind, the "Man of Ross," whose picture, is different with Scotland, Wales, and Ireland; and still suspended in the parlor of the inn, I have so I except also the lake countries and Derbyshire, often contemplated with reverence for his memory, together with Eton, Windsor, and my own dear and admiration of the poet, without whom even his Harrow on the Hill, and some spots near the coast. own still existing good works could hardly have In the present rank fertility of "great poets of the preserved his honest renown. age," and "schools of poetry "-a word which, like I would also observe to my friend Hunt, that I "schools of eloquence" and of "philosophy," is shall be very glad to see him at Ravenna, not only never introduced till the decay of the art has in- for my sincere pleasure in his company, and the creased with the number of its professors-in the advantage which a thousand miles or so of travel present day, then, there have sprung up two sorts might produce to a "natural" poet, but also to of Naturals-the Lakers, who whine about Nature point out one or two little things in "Rimini," because they live in Cumberland; and their under-which he probably would not have placed in his sect (which some one has maliciously called the opening to that poem, if he had ever seen Ravenna. "Cockney School,") who are enthusiastical for the unless, indeed, it made "part of his system!!" country because they live in London. It is to be I must also crave his indulgence for having spoken observed, that the rustical founders are rather anx- of his disciples-by no means an agreeable or selfious to disclaim any connexion with their metropo- sought subject. If they had said nothing of Pope, litan followers, whom they ungraciously review, they might have remained "alone with their glory" and call cockneys, atheists, foolish fellows, bad for aught I should have said or thought about them writers, and other hard names not less ungrateful or their nonsense. But if they interfere with the than unjust. I can understand the pretensions of "little Nightingale" of Twickenham, they may the aquatic gentlemen of Windermere to what Mr. find others who will bear it-I won't. Neither Braham terms "entusymusy," for lakes, and moun- time, nor distance, nor grief, nor age, can ever tains, and daffodils, and buttercups; but I should diminish my veneration for him, who is the great be glad to be apprised of the foundation of the Lon- moral poet of all times, of all climes, of all feelings, don propensities of their imitative brethren to the and of all stages of existence. The delight of my same high argument." Southey, Wordsworth, boyhood, the study of my manhood, perhaps (if and Coleridge have rambled over half Europe, and allowed to me to attain it) he may be the consolaseen Nature in most of her varieties, (although I tion of my age. His poetry is the Book of Life. think that they have occasionally not used her very Without canting, and yet without neglecting religwell;) but what on earth-of earth, and sea, and ion, he has assembled all that a good and great man Nature-have the others seen? Not a half, nor a can gather together of moral wisdom clothed in tenth part so much a Pope. While they sneer at consummate beauty. Sir William Temple observes, Windsor Forest, have they ever seen any thing of "that of all the members of mankind that live Windsor except its brick? within the compass of a thousand years, for one

The most rural of these gentlemen is my friend man that is born capable of making a great poet, Leigh Hunt, who lives at Hampstead. I believe there may be a thousand born capable of making as that I need not disclaim any personal or poetical great generals and ministers of state as any in hostility against that gentleman. A more amiable story. Here is a statesman's opinion of poetry: man in society I know not; nor (when he will allow it is honorable to him and to the art. Such a "poet his sense to prevail over his sectarian principles) a of a thousand years was Pope. A thousand years better writer. When he was writing his "Remi- will roll away before such another can be hoped for ni," I was not the last to discover its beauties, long in our literature. But it can want them-he himbefore it was published. Even then I remonstrated self is a literature.

against its vulgarisms; which are the more extra- One word upon his so brutally abused translation ordinary, because the author is any thing but a of Homer. "Dr. Clarke, whose critical exactness vulgar man. Mr. Hunt's answer was, that he wrote is well known, has not been able to point out above them upon principle; they made part of his "sys- three or four mistakes in the sense through the tem!!" I then said no more. When a man talks whole Iliad. The real faults of the translation are of his system, it is like a woman's talking of her vir- of a different kind." So says Warton, himself a tue. I let them talk on. Whether there are writers scholar. It appears by this, then, that he avoided who could have written "Rimini," as it might the chief fault of a translator. As to its other have been written, I know not; but Mr. Hunt is, faults, they consist in his having made a beautiful probably, the only poet who could have had the English poem of a sublime Greek one. It will alheart to spoil his own Capo d'Opera. ways hold. Cowper and all the rest of the blank pretenders may do their best and their worst: they will never wrench Pope from the hands of a single reader of sense and feeling.

With the rest of his young people I have no acquaintance, except through some things of theirs (which have been sent out without my desire,) and I confess that till I had read them I was not aware The grand distinction of the under forms of the of the full extent of human absurdity. Like Gar- new school of poets in their vulgarity. By this I rick's "Ode to Shakspeare," they "defy criticism." do not mean that they are coarse, but “ shabbyThese are of the personages who decry Pope. One genteel," as it is termed. A man may A man may be coarse of them, a Mr. John Ketch, has written some lines and yet not vulgar, and the reverse. Burns is often against him, of which it were better to be the sub-coarse, but never vulgar. Chatterton is never vulject than the author. Mr. Hunt redeems himself gar, nor Wordsworth, nor the higher of the Lake by occasional beauties; but the rest of these poor school, though they treat of low life in all its creatures seem so far gone that I would not "march branches. It is in their finery that that the new through Coventry with them, that's flat!" were I under school are most vulgar, and they may be in Mr. Hunt's place. To be sure, he has "led his known by this at once; as what we called at Harragamuffins where they will be well peppered; "but row "a Sunday blood" might be easily distinsystem-maker must receive all sorts of proselytes. guished from a gentleman, although his clothes When they have really seen life-when they have might be the better cut, and his boots the best felt it-when they have travelled beyond the far blackened, of the two;-probably because he made distant boundaries of the wilds of Middlesex-when the one, or cleaned the other, with his own hands. they have overpassed the Alps of Highgate, and In the present case, I speak of writing, not of pertraced to its sources the Nile of the New River-sons. Of the latter, I know nothing; of the former, then, and not till then, can it properly be permitted I judge as it is found. Of my friend Hunt, I have to them to despise Pope; who had, if not in Wales, already said, that he is any thing but vulgar in his

manners; and of his disciples, therefore, I will not divines (when they are not pedants); that fencingjudge of their manners from their verses. They masters have more of it than dancing-masters, and may be honorable and gentlemanly men, for what I singers than players; and that (if it be not an know; but the latter quality is studiously excluded Irishism to say so) it is far more generally diffused from their publications. They remind me of Mr. among women than among men. In poetry, as Smith and the Miss Broughtons at the Hampstead well as writing in general, it will never make enAssembly, in "Evelina." In these things (in pri-tirely a poet or a poem; but neither poet nor poem vate life, at least), I pretend to some small experi- will ever be good for any thing without it. It is the ence; because, in the course of my youth, I have salt of society, and the seasoning of composition. seen a little of all sorts of society, from the Christ- Vulgarity is far worse than downright blackguardian prince and the Mussulman sultan and pacha, ism; for the latter comprehends wit, humor, and and the higher ranks of their countries, down to strong sense at times; while the former is a sad the London boxer, the "flash and the swell," the abortive attempt at all things, "signifying nothing.' Spanish muleteer, the wandering Turkish dervise, It does not depend upon low themes, or even low the Scotch highlander, and the Albanian robber; language, for Fielding revels in both;-but is he to say nothing of the curious varieties of Italian ever vulgar? No. You see the man of education, social life. Far be it from me to presume that there the gentleman, and the scholar, sporting with his ever was, or can be such a thing as an aristocracy subject,-its master, not its slave. Your vulgar of poets; but there is a nobility of thought and of writer is always most vulgar, the higher, his substyle, open to all stations, and derived partly from ject; as the man who showed the menagerie at talent, and partly from education,-which is to be Pidcock's was wont to say," This, gentlemen, is found in Shakspeare, and Pope, and Burns, no less the eagle of the sun, from Archangel, in Russia; than in Dante and Alfieri, but which is nowhere to the otterer it is, the igherer he flies. But to the be perceived in the mock birds and bards of Mr. proofs. It is a thing to be felt more than explained. Hunt's little chorus If I were asked to define Let any man take up a volume of Mr. Hunt's subwhat this gentlemanliness is, I should say that it is ordinate writers, read (if possible) a couple of pages, only to be defined by examples-of those who have and pronounce for himself, if they contain not the it, and those who have it not. In life, I should say kind of writing which In life, I should say kind of writing which may be likened to "shabbythat most military men have it. and few naval; genteel" in actual life. in actual life. When he has done this, that several men of rank have it, and few lawyers; let him take up Pope;--and when he has laid him -that it is more frequent among authors than down, take up the cockney again-if he can.

NOTE.

May every fond pleasure that moments endear!
Be banish'd afar both discretion and fear!
Forgetting or scorning the airs of the crowd,
He may cease to be formal, and I to be proud,
Till," &c., &c.

Note referring to some remarks of Mr. Bowles, relative to Pope's upon Lady Mary W. Montague.] I think that I could show, if necessary, that Lady Mary W. Montague was also greatly to blame in that quarrel, not for having rejected, but for having encouraged him: but I would rather decline the There, Mr. Bowles!-what say you to such a supper task-though she should have remembered her own with such a woman? and her own description too? line, "He comes too near, that comes to be denied." Is not her "champagne and chicken" worth a forest I admire her so much-her beauty, her talents-that or two? Is it not poetry? It appears to me that I should do this reluctantly. I, besides, am so at- this stanza contains the "purée" of the whole tached to the very name of Mary, that, as Johnson philosophy of Epicurus:-I mean the practical phionce said, "If you called a dog Hervey, I should fosophy of his school, not the precepts of the maslove him;" so, if you were to call a female of the ter; for I have been too long at the university not same species "Mary," I should love it better than to know that the philosopher was himself a modeothers (biped or quadruped) of the same sex with a rate man. But, after all, would not some of us different appellation. She was an extraordinary have been as great fools as Pope? For my part, I woman; she could translate Epictetus, and yet write song worthy of Aristippus. The lines,

“And when the long hours of the public are past,
And we meet with champagne and chicken, at last,

wonder that, with his quick feelings, her coquetry, and his disappointment, he did no more,-instead of writing some lines, which are to be condemned if false, and regretted if true.