But why these names, or greater still, retrace, Thus saith the Preacher*; "nought beneath the sun Is new," yet still from change to change we run, * Ecclesiastes, Cap. 1. In turns appear to make the vulgar stare Some leaden calf but whom it matters not, * STOTT, better known in the " Morning Post" by the name of HAFIZ. This person is at present the most profound explorer of the Bathos. I remember, when the reigning family left Portugal, a special ode of Master STOTT's beginning thus: (Stott loquitur quoad Hibernia.) "Princely offspring of Braganza, "Erin greets thee with a Stanza," &c. &c. Also a sonnet to Rats, well worthy of the subject, and a most thundering ode, commencing as follows; "Oh! for a Lay! loud as the surge "That lashes Lapland's sounding shore." Lord have mercy on us! the " Lay of the Last Minstrel' was nothing to this. Behold! in various throngs the scribbling crew, For notice eager, pass in long review: Each spurs his jaded Pegasus apace, And Rhyme and Blank maintain an equal race; 140 * See the "Lay of the Last Minstrel," passim. Never was any plan so incongruous and absurd as the ground-work of this production. The entrance of Thunder and Lightning prologuising to Bayes' Tragedy, unfortunately takes away the merit of originality from the dialogue between Messieurs the Spirits of Flood and Fell in the first canto. Then we have the amiable William of Deloraine, "a stark mosstrooper," videlicet, a happy compound of poacher, sheepstealer, and highwayman. The propriety of his magical lady's injunction not to read can only be equalled by his While mountain spirits prate to river sprites, That dames may listen to the sound at nights; 150 And goblin brats of Gilpin Horner's brood Decoy young Border-nobles through the wood, candid acknowledgement of his independence of the trammels of spelling, although, to use his own elegant phrase, " 'twas his neck-verse at hairibee," i. e. the gallows. The biography of Gilpin Horner, and the marvellous pedestrian page, who travelled twice as fast as his master's horse, without the aid of seven-leagued boots, are chef dœuvres in the improvement of taste. For incident we have the invisible, but by no means sparing, box on the ear, bestowed on the page, and the entrance of a Knight and Charger into the castle, under the very natural disguise of a wain of hay. Marmion, the hero of the latter romance, is exactly what William of Deloraine would have been, had he been able to read and write. The Poem was manufactured for Messrs. CONSTABLE, MURRAY, and MILLER, worshipful Booksellers, in consideration of the receipt of a sum of money, and truly, considering the inspiration, it is a very creditable production. If Mr. SCOTT will write for hire, let him do his best for his paymasters, but not disgrace his genius, which is undoubtedly great, by a repetition of black letter Ballad imitations. And skip at every step, Lord knows how high, Next view in state, proud prancing on his roan, The golden-crested haughty Marmion, Now forging scrolls, now foremost in the fight, A mighty mixture of the great and base. 160 And think'st thou, SCOTT! by vain conceit perchance, On public taste to foist thy stale romance, |