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All, however, is not satire. He freely praises as well as freely censures: but we cannot give the list either of those who are pilloried or of those who are chaired.
We were sorry occasionally to meet with some inadmissible rhymes in this otherwise finished performance, such as applaud, Lord; morn, yawn: but the high tone, noble spirit, and true satiric energy of the whole compensate for such little defects. The author lashes also some of our modern novelists and play-wrights; and, like a true Briton, he reprobates that misguided taste, which induces our gentry to prefer the unnatural exhibitions of the Opera to a good play in the English style:
You blame my taste, if careless midst the roar,
Nor cry "Encore!" and "Bravo!" like the rest.
Which more bespeaks the monkey than the man.'
We are throughout reminded of the undaunted muse of Twick. enham. The following couplet, the first line of which belongs to the Friend and the second to the Poet, is truly Popean;
F. Why truth, that arms the stoic, ne'er can fail
Truth, indeed, does prevail: but truth is called a libel by those whom it wounds.
Art. 14. The Cross-Bath Guide; being the Correspondence of a respectable Family upon the Subject of a late unexpected Dispensation of Honours. Collected by Sir Joseph Cheakill, K. F. K. S. &c. &c. &c. Crown 8vo. 3s. 6d. Boards. Underwood. 1815.
The author of this humorous jeu d'esprit knows the world, and knows how to laugh with effect at its vanity and folly. Honours, when they are conferred by wholesale, afford food for satire; and the corre
• * Monsieur Vallabrique lately made the modest demand of five hundred guineas per night for Madame Catalani to sing at a concert! The presumption of this illiterate Frenchman is past all belief. Our nobility would do well not to encourage these foreign vagabonds; who, if admitted to the smallest share of familiarity, forget they are mere buffoons, and never fail to return it with the most disgusting impertinence.'
REV. APRIL, 1815.
spondence here imagined places the matter in a ludicrous point of view. Vulgar citizens, on whom honours have been showered down, may not relish this laugh at their expence; yet citizens in general will feel the force of the ridicule. We need not say of what it is a copy, because this is indicated by the title: but, for a specimen of the execution, we shall extract Miss Capper's account of a meeting. of the new Knights at a dinner given in Crutched Friars.
Dear Dinah, I know much too much of our sex,
To friends of high rank and some knights new and brave;
All four, in succession, of London Lord Mayor;
(Which cannot be done, now, in due etiquette,
Sir Parkynson, used to the same sort of work, he
Art. 15. A Second Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte, partly a Parody on that of Lord Byron. 8vo. pp. 15. Gale and Co. 1815. The poetic fate of Napoleon in this country is certainly rather hard. Do what he will, he cannot be right. Last year, when he abdicated his throne, Lord Byron satirized him very keenly for living to endure his reverses; and now, when he has made a desperate and wonderful leap to recover his lost fortunes, the present poet accuses him of insatiable ambition and thirst for blood. He is said, also, to have no blood of his own, (if we comprehend the line who calls no drop his own,') and each recreant limb' is termed a calx of hate,' while his heart is a central stone.' No doubt, if the person of Bonaparte could be secured, according to a late placard in our streets, and shewn in London, it would attract the curiosity of crowds; and even the anatomist would inspect with wonder such a Ff2
lusus nature as this poet has delineated. The ode is avowedly hasty, and open to correction; of which the reader may judge from a few
• For rise she shall—the faith that waits
There mocks our sympathies!
We do not understand some of the lines in these and other passages.
Art. 16. An Ode. 8vo. Is. Martin. 1815.
On what? The title indeed, from its unprecedented brevity, offers not the faintest intimation of the nature of the subject: but we do not read far without finding that Napoleon is the poet's theme and the poet's scorn. This bard, however, has shewn that he does not belong to "the school of the prophets," when he speaks of the Emperor's ' wither'd frame,' since report states him to have grown fat at Elba; or when he depicts him as marked by Despair, and for ever forsaken, though he seems to have been full of hope, and to be recalled to the
throne by devoted millions. In this irregular ode, the name of the person, whose character and fate are meant to be delineated, never occurs. The style of versification will be indicated by the following
With savage joy and restless ecstasy:
"Hail to thee-dreadful shade!-all hail-
Those who are down will experience a kick: yet sometimes they get up again and take their revenge.
Art. 17. The Amatory Works of Tom Shuffleton, of the Middle Temple. Crown. 8vo. pp. 184. Boards. Jennings. 1814. We have some suspicions as to the real personage who here Shuffles his effusions into light: but, as they are only suspicions, we perhaps must not express them. He calls himself of the Middle Temple,' but his flattering dedication to Lord Byron is dated from Dublin. If, however, we may not speak plainly as to his real name, we will speak plainly as to the real nature of his writings: since they themselves but too decidedly convey a meaning which we cannot fail to reprobate. The author calls them amatory: but their language is not that of love, of pure, rational, and laudable love for some one amiable being, but of lust, of unholy, insatiate, and unwarrantable lust for every woman who can boast of sparkling eyes, ruby lips, and snowy neck. Nothing can exceed the grossness of his descriptions, except in diction; and, as the poems are often addressed not to an imaginary Celia or Sappho, but apparently to a real Mrs. a Miss Louisa G &c., the disgraceful inference is that all these respectable ladies have been the writer's mistresses. In truth, the author sadly misapplies both the talents for versification and the capabilities for real delight with which he seems to have been gifted; and we would place our interdict on his volume, as a punishment for him and a preservative for our readers.