And Afric's coast and Calpe's* adverse height, And Stamboul'st minarets must greet my sight: Thence shall I stray through beauty's native clime, Where Kaff§ is clad in rocks, and crowned with snows sublime.

Ampting press, But should I back return, no lettered rage shall drag my journal from the Dest's recess Shall drag my common-place book on the stage: Let Coxcombs printing as they come po

como far,

Let vain VALENTIA|| rival luckless CARR,

Imatch his own wreath of ridicule from Care.

And equal him whose work he sought to mar;

* Calpe is the ancient name of Gibraltar.

+ Stamboul is the Turkish word for Constantinople.

‡ Georgia, remarkable for the beauty of its inhabitants. § Mount Caucasus.

|| Lord VALENTIA (whose tremendous travels are forthcoming with due decorations, graphical, topographical, and typographical) deposed, on Sir JOHN CARR's unlucky suit, that DUBOIS's satire prevented his purchase of the "Stranger in Ireland."-Oh fie, my Lord! has your Lordship no more feeling for a fellow tourist? but "two of a trade," they say, &c.

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* Noseless himself he brings home noseless blocks, To shew the ravages of time & Pox.

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ENGLISH BARDS,

The above lines were writter by Lord Byron)
but never published".

Let ABERDEEN and ELGIN* still pursue

The shade of fame through regions of Virtu;
Watse useless thousands on their Phidian freaks,

Mis-shapen monuments, and maimed antiques;

And make their grand saloons a general mart
For all the mutilated blocks of art:

Of Dardan tours, let Dilettanti tell,
rapid*

I leave topography to classic GELLt;

And, quite content, no more shall interpose,
To stn the public car at least with rose.
To stun mankind with Poesy, or Prose.

Thus far I've held
my undisturbed career,
Prepared for rancour, steeled 'gainst selfish fear:

* Lord ELGIN would fain persuade us that all the figures, with and without noses, in his stone-shop, are the work of PHIDIAS ; "Credat Judæus !"

† Mr. GELL'S Topography of Troy and Ithaca cannot fail to ensure the approbation of every man possessed of classical taste, as well for the information Mr. G. conveys to the mind of the reader, as for the ability and research the respective works display.

* Rapid indeed! he Topographized King Priam's dominions in three days _ "I called him Classic "before I saw the Froad, but since have learned better than to lack. This 'ame what Eon belong to it.

This thing of rhyme I ne'er disdained to own-
Though not obtrusive, yet not quite unknown,
My voice was heard again, though not so loud,
My page, though nameless, never disavowed,
And now at once I tear the veil away :-
Cheer on the pack! the Quarry stands at bay,
Unscared by all the din of MELBOURNE house,
ByLAMBE's resentment, or by HOLLAND's spouse,
By JEFFREY'S harmless pistol, HALLAM's rage,
EDINA'S brawny sons and brimstone page.
Our men in Buckram shall have blows enough,
And feel they too are "penetrable stuff:"
And though I hope not hence unscathed to go,
Who conquers me, shall find a stubborn foe.
The time hath been, when no harsh sound would

fall,

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From lips that now may seem imbued with gall, Nor fools nor follies tempt me to despise

The meanest thing that crawled beneath my eyes;

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But now so callous grown, so changed since youth,
I've learned to think and sternly speak the truth;
Learned to deride the critic's starch decree,
And break him on the wheel he meant for me; 1040
To
spurn the rod a scribbler bids me kiss,
Nor care if courts and crowds applaud or hiss:
Nay more, though all my rival rhymesters frown,
I too can hunt a Poetaster down:

And, armed in proof, the gauntlet cast at once

To Scotch marauder, and to Southern dunce.
This much for dared, if my incondite lay,
Thus much I've dared to do; how far my lay
Hath wronged these righteous times, let others say:
This, let the world, which knows not how to spare,
Yet rarely blames unjustly, now declare.

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POSTSCRIPT.

I HAVE been informed, since the present edition went to the Press, that my trusty and well-beloved cousins the Edinburgh Reviewers, are preparing a most vehement critique on my poor, gentle, unresisting Muse, whom they have already so bedeviled with their ungodly ribaldry:

"Tantæne animis cælestibus Iræ!"

I suppose I must say of JEFFREY as Sir ANTHONY AGUECHEEK saith, “an I had known he was so cunning of fence, "I had seen him damned ere I had fought him." What a pity it is that I shall be beyond the Bosphorus, before the next number has passed the Tweed. But I yet hope to light my pipe with it in Persia,

My Northern friends have aceused me, with justice, of personality towards their great literary Anthropophagus, JEFFREY; but what else was to be done with him and his dirty pack, who feed by "lying and slandering," and slake their thirst by "evil speaking?" I have adduced facts al