And all with justice deemed the two combined
The mingled emblems of his mighty mind.
But Caledonia's Goddess hovered o'er

The field, and saved him from the wrath of MOORE;
From either pistol snatched the vengeful lead,
And straight restored it to her favourite's head.
That head, with greater than magnetic power,
Caught it, as Danae caught the golden shower,
And, though the thickening dross will scarce refine,
Augments its ore, and is itself a mine.

"My son," she cried, "ne'er thirst for gore again,
"Resign the pistol, and resume the pen;
"O'er politics and poesy preside,

"Boast of thy country, and Britannia's guide!
"For long as Albion's heedless sons submit,
"Or Scottish taste decides on English wit,
"So long shall last thine unmolested reign,
"Nor any dare to take thy name in vain.
Behold, a chosen band shall aid thy plan,
"And own thee chieftain of the critic clan.
"First in the ranks illustrious shall be seen
"The travelled Thane-Athenian Aberdeen !*
"HERBERT shall wield Thor's hammer,† and sometimes
"In gratitude thou'lt praise his rugged rhymes.
Smug SYDNEYt too thy bitter page shall seek,
"And classic HALLAMS much renowned for Greek.

* His lordship has been much abroad, is a member of the Athen. Soc., and reviewer of Gell's Topography of Troy. ↑ Mr. Herbert is a translator of Icelandic and other poetry One of the principal pieces is a "Song on the recovery of Thor's Hammer;" the translation is a pleasant chant in the vulgar tongue, and endeth thus:

"Instead of money and rings, I wot,

"The hammer's bruises were her lot-
"Thus Odin's son his hammer got "

The Rev. Sydney Smith, the reputed author of Peter Plymley's Letters, and sundry criticisms.

Mr. Hallam reviewed Payne Knight's Taste, and was exceedingly severe on some Greek verses therein: it was not discovered that the lines were Pindar's till the press ren. dered it impossible to cancel the critique, which still stands n everlasting monument of Hallam's ingenuity.

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"Scorr may perchance his name and influence lend, "And paltry PILLANS shall traduce his friend. "While gay Thalia's luckless votary, LAMBE,† "As he himself was damned, shall try to damn. "Known be thy name, unbounded be thy sway! "Thy HOLLAND's banquets shall each toil repay; "While grateful Britain yields the praise she owes "TO HOLLAND's hirelings, and to Learning's foes. "Yet mark one caution, ere thy next Review

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Spreads its light wings of Saffron and of Blue, "Beware lest blundering BROUGHAM‡ destroy the sale, "Turn Beef to Bannocks, Cauliflowers to Kail." Thus having said, the kilted Goddess kist Her son, and vanished in a Scottish mist.§

The said Hallam is incensed because he is falsely accused, seeing that he never dineth at Holland house.-If this be true, I am sorry-not for having said so, but on his account, as I understand his lordship's feasts are preferable to his compositions.-If he did not review lord Holland's performance, I am glad, because it must have been painful to read, and irksome to praise it. If Mr. Hallam will tell me who did review it, the real name shall find a place in the text, provided, nevertheless, the said name be of two orthodox imusical syllables, and will come into the verse; till then, Hallam must stand for want of a better.

* Pillans is a tutor at Eton.

†The honourable G. Lambe reviewed "Beresford's Miseries," and is, moreover, author of a farce enacted with much applause at the Priory, Stanmore; and damned with great expedition at the late Theatre, Covent Garden. It was entitled "Whistle for It."

Mr. Brougham, in No. XXV. of the Edinburgh Review, throughout the article concerning Don Pedro de Cevallos, has displayed more politics than policy: many of the worthy burgesses of Edinburgh being so incensed at the infamous principles it evinces, as to have withdrawn their subscriptions.

It seems that Mr. Brougham is not a Pict, as I supposed, but a borderer, and his name is pronounced Broom, from Trent to Tay-so be it.

I ought to apologize to the worthy deities for introducing a new goddess with short petticoats to their notice; but, alas! what was to be done? I could not say Caledonia's

Puns, and a Prince within a barrel pent,*
And DIBDIN's nonsense, yield complete content.
Though now, thank heaven! the Rosciomania's o'er,
And full-grown actors are endured once more;
Yet, what avails their vain attempts to please,
While British critics suffer scenes like these?
While REYNOLDS vents his "dammes, poohs," and
"zounds, "+

And common place, and common sense confounds?
While KENNY's World, just suffered to proceed,
Proclaims the audience very kind indeed?
And BEAUMONT's pilfered Caratach affords
A tragedy complete in all but words ?‡

Who but must mourn, while these are all the rage,
The degradation of our vaunted stage?

Heavens is all sense of shame and talent gone?
Have we no living bard of merit ?-none?

Awake, GEORGE COLMAN, CUMBERLAND, awake! Ring the alarum bell, let folly quake!

Oh! SHERIDAN! if aught can move thy pen,
Let Comedy resume her throne again,
Abjure the mummery of German schools,
Leave new Pizarros to translating fools;
Give, as thy last memorial to the age,
One classic drama, and reform the stage.
Gods! o'er those boards shall Folly rear her head,
Where GARRICK trod, and KEMBLE lives to tread?
On those shall Farce display Buffoonery's mask,
And Hook conceal his heroes in a cask?
Shall sapient managers new scenes produce
From CHERRY, SKEFFINGTON, and Mother Goose,

* In the melo-drama of Tekeli, that heroic prince is clapt into a barrel on the stage; a new asylum for distressed he

roes.

All these are favourite expressions of Mr. R. and prominent in his Comedies, living and defunct.

Mr. T. Sheridan, the new manager of Drury Lane Theatre, stripped the Tragedy of Bonduca of the Dialogue, and exhibited the scenes as the spectacle of Caractacus.-Was this worthy of his sire, or of himself?

While SHAKSPEARE, OTWAY, MASSINGER, forgot,
On stalls must moulder, or in closets rot?

Lo! with what pomp the daily prints proclaim
The rival candidates for Attic fame!

In grim array though LEWIS' spectres rise,
Still SKEFINGTON and GOOSE divide the prize,
And sure great SKEFFINGTON must claim our praise,
For skirtless coats, and skeletons of plays
Renowned alike; whose genius ne'er confines
Her flight to garnish GREENWOOD's gay designs ;*
Nor sleeps with "Sleeping Beauties," but anon
In five facetious acts comes thundering on,t
While poor John Bull, bewildered with the scene,
Stares, wondering what the devil it can mean;
But as some hands applaud, a venal few,
Rather than sleep, why John applauds it too.

Such are we now, ah! wherefore should we turn
To what our fathers were, unless to mourn?
Degenerate Britons! are ye dead to shame,
Or, kind to dulness, do ye fear to blame?
Well may the nobles of our present race
Watch each distortion of a NALDI's face;
Well may they smile on Italy's buffoons,
And worship CATALANI'S pantaloons,+
Since their own Drama yields no fairer trace
Of wit than puns, of humour than grimace.

Then let AUSONIA, skilled in every art To soften manners, but corrupt the heart, Pour her exotic follies o'er the town,

To sanction vice and hunt decorum down:

* Mr. Greenwood is, we believe, scene painter to Drury Lane Theatre-as such, Mr. S. is much indebted to him. † Mr. S. is the illustrious author of the "Sleeping Beauty," and some comedies, particularly "Maids and Bachelors." Baculaurii baculo magis quam lauro digni.

Naldi and Catalani require little notice,-for the visage of the one, and the salary of the other, will enable us long to recollect these amusing vagabonds; besides, we are still black and blue from the squeeze on the first night of the Judy's appearance in trowsers.