Borne on the breath of hyperborean gales, From Hamburg's pori (wbile Hamburg yet had mails) To spowy Gottenburg- :-was chill'd to sleep: Heligoland! to stock thy mart with lies; TERPSICHORE!--100 long misdeemd a maid While uoburnt Moscows yet had news to send, Reproachful term--bestow'd but to upbraid Nor owed her fiery exit to a friend, Of true dispatches, and as true gazelles : And-almost crush d beneath the glorious newsIf but thy coars are reasonably high ; Ten plays, and forty tales of Kotzebue's; Thy breast-if bare enough-requires no shield; One envoy's letters, six composer's airs, Dance forth-sans armour thou shalt take the field, And loads from Frankfort and from Leipsie fairs ; And own-impregnable to most assaults, Meiner's four volumes upon womankind, Thy not too lawfully begotten « Waltz.» Like Lapland witches to ensure a wind; Brunck's heaviest tome for ballast, and to back it, Hail nimble nymph! to whom the young bussar, Of Heyné, such as should not sink the packet. The whiskerd votary of walız aod war Fraught with this cargo—and her fairest freight, His night devotes, despite of spur and boots, Delightful Waltz, on tiptoe for a mate, Not decent David, when, before the ark, Not soft Herodias, when with winging tread Her nimble feet danced off another's head; The latter's loyalıy, the former's wits, Not Cleopatra on her galley's deck, To « energise the object I pursue,» Display'd so much of leg, or more of neck, And give both Belial and his dance their due! Than thou, ambrosial Waltz, when first the moon Beheld thee twirling to a Saxon tune! Imperial Walız! imported from the Rhine To you-ye husbands of ten years! whose brows (Famed for the growth of pedigrees and wine), Ache with the annual tributes of a spouse; Long be thine import from all duty free, To you of nine years less--who only bear And lock itself be less esteem'd than thee; The budding sprouts of those that you shall wear, In some few qualities alike-for liock With added ornaments around them roll'd, Improves our cellar--thou our living stock. Of native brass, or law-awarded gold; The head to hock belongs--thy subuer art To you, ye matrons, ever on the watch Intoxicates alone the heedless heart: To mar a son's, or make a daughter's match' Through the full veins thy gentler poison swims, To you, ye children of— whom chance accords And wakes to wantopness the willing limbs. Always the ladies, and sometimes their lords; To you-ye single gentlemen, who seek Oh, Germany! how much to thee we owe, Torments for life, or pleasures for a week; As heaven-born Pitt can testify below; As Love or Hymen your endeavours guide, Ere cursed confederation mide thee France's, To gain your own, or spatch another's bride; And only left us thy d-d debts and dances ; To one and all the lovely stranger came, And every ball-room echoes with her name. Endearing Waltz—to thy more melting tune Bow Irish jig and ancient rigadoon; Wbo owe us millions—don't we owe the queen ? Scotchi reels avaunt! and, country-dance, forego To Germany what owe we not besides? Your future claims to each fantastic toe: So oft bestowinc Brunswickers and brides; Waliz-Waltz alone-both legs and arms demands, Who paid for vulgar, with ber royal blood, Liberal of feet, and lavish of her hands; Drawn from the stem of each Teutonic stud: Hands which may freely range in public sight Who sent us--so be pardou'd all her faults Where ne'er before-but--pray « put out the light.» A dozen dukes-some kings-a queen-and Walır. Methinks the glare of yonder chandelier Shines much too far-or I am much too near; But peace to her-her emperor and diet, And true, though strange-Haluz whispers this remark, Though now transferrd to Bonaparte's « fiat;» « My slippery steps are safest in the dark !» Back to my theme--O Muse of motion! say, But here the muse with due decorum halts, How first to Albion found thy Walız her way? And leads her longest petticoat to Waltz. Observant travellers! of every time; Ye quartos, publish'd upon every clime; O say shall dull Romaika's heavy round, Fandango's wriggle, or Bolero's bound; Can Egypt's Almaso-tantalizing groupColumbia's caperers to the warlike whoopCan aught from cold kamschatha to Cape Born With Waltz coinpare, or after Waltz be borne? Ah, no! from Morier's pages down to Gali's, Each tourist peps a paragraplı for « Waltz.) Shades of those belles, whose reign began of yore, The ball begins--the honours of the house m Seductive Waltz!-though on thy native shore Gods! how the glorious deme my strain cxalis, | And rhyme tinds partner rhyme in praise of «Waltz. () ve! who loved our grandmothers of yore, Blest was the time Waltz chose for her debut: sticks! But re-who never felt a single thought the land so pressid by done but thine ; Voluptuous Walız! and dare I thus blaspheme? don himself would bave nothing to object to such liberal Thy bard forgot thy praises were his theme. bastards of our Lady of Babylon. TERPSICHORE forgive! ---at every ball Note 5. Page 503, line 65. My wife now waluzes-and my daughters shall; The patriotic arson of our amiable allies cannot be My son (or stop-t is needless to inquireThese little accidents should ne'er transpire; sufficiently commended-nor subscribed for. Amongst other details omitted in the various dispatches of our Somes ages hence our genealogic tree eloquent ambassador, he did not state (being too much Will wear as green a bough for him as me). occupied with the exploits of Colonel C--, in swimWaltzing shall rear, to make our name amends, ming rivers frozen, and galloping over roads impassGrandsons for me-in heirs to all his friends. able), that one entire province perished by famine in the most melancholy manner, as follows:--In General NOTES. Rostopchin's consummate conflagration, the consumption of tallow and train oil was so great, that the market was inadequate to the demand : and thus one hundred Note 1. Page 502, line 36. and thirty-three thousand persons were starved to death, State of the poll (last day) 5. by being reduced to wholesome diet! The lamplighters of London have since subscribed a pint (of oil) a piece, Note 2. page 502, line 36. and the tallow-chandlers have unanimously voted a My latin is all forgotten, if a man can be said to have quantity of best moulds (four to the pound) to the reforgotten what he never remembered; but I bought lief of the surviving Scythians—the scarcity will soon, my title-page motto of a Catholic priest for a three by such exertions, and a proper attention to the quality shilling bank token, after much haggling for the even rather than the quantity of provision, be totally allesixpence. I grudged the money to a papist, being all viated. It is said, in return, that the untouched Ukraine for the memory of Perceval, and « no popery;” and has subscribed sixty thousand beeves for a day's meal quite regretting the downfal of the pope, because we 10 our suffering manufacturers. can't burn him any more. Note 6. Page 504, line 5. Dancing-girls-who do for hire what Walız doth • Glance their many-twinkling fect. : - Gear. gratis. Note 4. Page 503, line 21. Note 7. Page 504, line 20. To rival Lord W.'s, or his nephew's, as the reader It cannot be complained now, as in the Lady Bauspleases:--the one gained a pretty woman, whom he deserved, by fighting for; and the other has been fight- siere's time, of the « Sieur de la Croix,» that there be « no whiskers; but how far these are indications of ing in the Peninsula many a long day, « by Shrewsbury valour in the field, or elsewhere, may still be questionclock, without gaining any thing in that country but able. Much may be and bath been avouched on both the title of the Great Lord,» and « the Lord,» which sides. In the olden time philosophers had whiskers savours of profanation, having been hitherto applied and soldiers none-Scipio himself was shaven--Hanonly to that being, to whom a Te Deums» for carnage nibal thought his one eye handsome enough without are the rankest blasphemy. It is to be presumed the a beard; but Adrian, the Emperor, wore a beard general will one day return to his Sabine farm, there (having warts on his chin, which neither the Empress • To tame the genius of the stubborn plain, Sabina, nor even the courtiers could abide)-Turenne Almoss as quickly as he conquer'd Spain!» had whiskers, Marlborough none-Buona parte is unThe Lord Peterborough conquered continents in a whiskered, the R-- whiskered; « argal,» greatness of summer; we do more-we contrive both to conquer mind and whiskers may or may not go together : but and lose them in a shorter season. If the « great Lord's» certainly the different occurrences, since the growth of Cincinnatian progress in agriculture be no speedier the last-mentioned, go further in behalf of whiskers than the proportional average of time in Pope's coupler, than the anathema of Anselm did against long hair in it will, according to the farmer's proverb, be « plough- the reign of Henry I. ing with dogs.» Formerly red was a favourite colour. See Lodowick By the by-one of this illustrious person's new titles Barrey's comedy of Ram Alley, 1661, act I. scene 1. is forgotten-it is, however, worth remembering—« Sal Taffeta. Now, for a wager-What coloured beard vador del mundo!» credite, posteri! If this be the comes next by the window ? appellation annexed by the inhabitants of the Peninsula « Adriana. A black man's, I think. to the name of a man who has not yet saved them « Taffela. I think not so: I thiuk a red, for that query-are they worth saving even in this world ? for, is most in fashion.» according to the mildest modifications of any Christian There is « nothing new under the sun ;» but red, creed, those tbree words make the odds much against then a favourite, has now subsided into a favourite's them in the next.-« Saviour of the world,» quotha! colour. it were to be wished that he, or any one else, could save a corner of it -- his country. Yet this stupid misnomer, Note 8. Page 504, line 40. although it shows the near connexion between super An anachronism-Waltz, and the battle of Austerlitz stition and impiety, so far has its use, that it proves are before said to have opened the ball together; the there can be little to dread from those Catholics (in- bard means (if he means any thing), Waltz was not so quisitorial Catholics too) who can confer such an ap- much in vogue till the R--t attained the acme of pellation on a Protestant. I suppose next year he will lis popularity. Waltz, the comet, whiskers, and the be entitled the « Virgin Mary:» if so, Lord George Gor- new government, illuminated heaven and carth, in all oncs. Note 12. | their glory, much about the same time; of these thervice (being already in the R--s): it would not be comet only has disappeared; the other three continue fair to back any peculiar initial against the alphabet. ! to astonish us still as every month will add to the lists now entered for the PRINTER'S DEVIL. sweepstakes-a distinguished consonant is said to be Note 9. the favourite, much against the wishes of the knou ing Page 501, line 44. Amongst others a new minepeoce-a creditable coin now forthcoming, worth a pound, in paper, at the fuir Page 504, line o. est calculation. “We have changed all that,” says the Mock Doctor, « 't is all goue - Asmodeus knows where. After all, it Note 10. lage 501, liue il. is of no great importance how women's liearts are dis« Oh that right should dus overcome might'» Who'posed of; they have nature's privilege to distribute them does not remember the « delicate Investigation» in the us absurdly as possible. But there are also some meo Merry Wives of Windsor ?» with hearts so thoroughly bad, as to remind us of those Ford. Pray you come near: if I suspect without phenomena often mentioned in natural history ; viz. a cause, why then make sport at me; then let me be mass of solid stone-only to be opened by force-and your jest; I deserve it. llow now? whither bear you i when disded, you discover a toad in the centre, lively, this? and with the reputation of being venomous.» Mrs Ford. What have yon to do whither they bear Note 13. Page 50.4, line go. it?-you were best medule with buck-washing.» In Turkey a pertinent-liere an impertinent and Note ul. Page 501, line 56. superfluous question-litera put, as in the texi, by i The gentle, or ferocious reader, may lulup the blank a l'ersian to Morier, on seeing a waluz in Pera.-ride as he pleases - there are several dissyllabic names at his Horier's Travels. The Lament of Tasso. ADVERTISEMENT. Industclass food, which I have cat alone Anill call banquet like a beast of prey, Thich is my lair, and it may be-my grave. All this bith somewhat worn me, and iray weir, Fido, with letters of Tasso, one from Titian to Ariosto. and the inkstand and chair, the tomb and the house o: But must be borne. I stoop not !o despair ; the latter. But as misfortune has a greater interest for forlbuse bated with mine agony, posterity, and little or none for the contemporary, the cell i Ind mule me wings wherewith to overfly The narrow circus of my dungeon-wall, where Tasso was confined in the hospital of si ma altracts a more fixed attention than the residence or the i and feed the Holy Sepulchre from thrall; And reveld among; men and things divine, monument of Ariosto-at least it had this effect on me, and pouril my wpirit over Palestine, There are two inscriptions, one on the outer gate, the In honour of the sacred war for him, second over the cell itself, inviting, unnecessarily, the i The God who wis on earth and is in heaven, wonder and thir indignation of the spectator. Ferrara is Torbielach strengthend me in heart and limb. much decayed and depopulated; the casue stillerists en !hat through this sufferance I might be forgiven, I have employ'd my penance to record THE LAMENT OF TASSO. J. But this is o'er-my pleasut rask is done: me, Nor cause for such: they calld me mad—and why? Thy brother hates--but I can not detest, Thou pitiest nol-but I can not forsake. V. Look on a love which knows not to despair, Not less because I suffer it unbent. But all unquench'd is still my better part, That thou wert beautiful, and I not blind, Dwelling deep in my shut and silent heari As dwells the gather'd lightning in its cloud, Hath been the sin which sluts me from mankind : But let them go, or tor!ure as they will, Encompass'd with its dark and rolling sliroud, Till struck,-forth flies the all-ethereal dart! My heart can multiply thine image still; Successful love may sate itself away, And thus at the collision of thy name The vivid thouglat still flashes through my frame. The wretched are the faithful; 't is their fate And for a moment all things as they were Flit by me;-they are gone-I am the same. As rapid rivers into ocean pour; And yet my love without ambition grew; I knew thy state, my station, and I knew I told it not, I breathed il noi, it was Sufficient to itself, its own reward; Above hark! the long and maniac cry And if my eyes reveal'd it, they, alas! Of minds and bodies in captivity. Were punishid by the silentuess of thine, And hark! the lash and the increasing howl, And yet I did not venture to repine. And the half inarticulate blasplıemy! Thou were to me a crystal-girded shrine, There be some bere with worse than frenzy foul, Worshipp'd at holy distance, and around Some who do still goad on the o'er-labour'd mind, Hallow'd and meekiy kiss' the saintly ground; And dim the little light that's left behind Not for thou wert a princess, but that love With needless torture, as their tyrant will Ulad robed thce with a glory, and array'd Is wound up to the lust of doing ill: Thy lineaments in beauty that dismaydWith these and with their victims am I class'd, Oh! not dismay'd—but awed, like One above; Mid sounds and sights like these long years have pass'd: And in that sweet severity there was Mid sights and sounds like these my life may close: A something which all softness did surpassSo let it be--for then I shall repose. I know not how-thy yenius master'd mine My star stood still before thee:-if it were Presumptuous thus to love without design, That sad fatality hath cost me dear; but thou art dearest still, and I should be I had forgotten half I would forget, But it revives--oh! would it were my lot Tit for this cell, which wrongs me, but for thee. To be forgelful as I am forgot! The very love which lock'd me to my chain Feel I not wroth with those who bade me dwell Uath lightend half its weight; and for the rest, Though heavy, lent me vigour to sustain, And look to thee with undivided breast, And foil the ingenuity of pain. VI. It is no marvel--from my very birth Many, but each divided by the wall, My soul was drunk with love, which did pervade Which echoes Madness in her babbling moods ;- And mingle with whate'er I saw on earth; While all can hear, none heed his neighbour's call- Of objects all inanimate I made None! save that One, the veriest wretch of all, Idols, and out of wild and lonely flowers, Who was not made to be the mate of these, And rocks, whereby they grew, a paradise, Nor bound between distraction and disease. Where I did lay me down within the shade Feel I not wroth with those who placed me here? Of waving trees, and dream'd uncounted hours, Who have debased me in the minds of men, Though I was chid for wandering; and the wise Debarring me the usage of my own, Shook their white aged heads o'er me, and said Blighting my life in best of its career, Of such materials wretched men were made, Branding my thoughts as things to shun and fear? And such a truant boy would end in woe, Would I not pay them back these pangs again, And that the only lesson was a blow; And teach them inward sorrow's stilled groan? And then they smote me, and I did not weep, The struggle to be calm, and cold distress, But cursed them in my heart, and to my haunt Which undermines our stoical success? Return d and wept alone, and dream'd again No!-still too proud to be viodiclive-I The visions which arise without a sleep. flave pardou'd prioces insults, and would die. And with my years my soul began to pant Yes, sister of my sovereiga! for thy sake With feelings of strange tumult and soft pain ; I weed all bitterness from out my breast And the whole heart exhaled into one want, li hath no business where thou art a guest, But undefined and wandering, till the day |