Sometimes too slow, sometimes too fast, To come and take their shares away. By none desired, by most disdain'd; Tho' time has pass'd 'twixt May 'nd November; Doctors that know these names may tell 'em, I hope she was not such an elf To chose the worst, to help herself. 6 'Welcome,' she said, thy name shall be, Ne'er be thou squandered on the knave, Prompt on the hinge, and prompt thy store; No shade of wealth, no shade of power, Come then, dear Dick, and you shall find T' admit four graces or ten muses; He'll find his value and his room. We'll laugh as when in happier day Nor fear to meet bad fare or scanty; No doubt a favourer of revolt. Spared by the traitor for that reason, Upon her horn clear marks of treason †. A rebel chief of the Wicklow mountains. This alludes to a custom among the rebels of marking the horns of their cattle in a particular manner, which saved them from the depredations of their own party. The beast a rebel would not steal, Wine, too, of France, the price unpaid, Haste, then, dear Dick, the madam bring; J. P. CURRAN. THE PLATE WARMER. Extract from a private letter of Mr. Curran on the subject of this poem. "I have been very low for some weeks. I was extremely ill. An un-aired court-house, and some very small inadvertencies, had accumulated a dreadful cold upon me; incessant cough-sleeplessness of course-and utter loss of spirits and appetite. Now, thank God, I am recovered, but yet as tender as so tough a sprig can be, and green as a laurel-fit almost to weave a chaplet for our old friend the Roving Bard that sung the Brilliant brothers bred and born bright.'Apropos-Did they give you my Plate Warmer? I thought of you and Tom * twenty times during its gestation. I fear it shews there may be eccentricity without fancy. A worm may crawl as far from the direct line as a bird can fly, though not so quickly; and yet the reasoning of dulness is not void of principle; for if wit be the combination of ideas having the least possible resemblance, is it not natural to suppose that to be still more witty, when there is no resemblance at all? You'll find also some dragging in parts of the narration, not much to be wondered at in any thing written by snatches, and in which the welding of cold iron is so very difficult, as it must be, where you are obliged to supply the want of heat by hammering. On the whole, I expected little, but I found less. I thought all the poets had gone too far in burlesquing Vulcan, and I thought to furbish him *The Rev. Thomas Crawford, of Lismore. up into something better than a mere blacksmith, and more likely to find some grace in the eyes of Venus. Venus, too, has been very much degraded by the licentiousness of modern poets. Homer, and still more Virgil, make her full of taste, a sensibility sometimes an ill counsellor, that loved not ice, and could not walk upon it without sometimes slippinga keen, subrisive, but polished artifice, that could draw for its purposes from the tenderest sources of the heart. To do this, or rather to attempt it, naturally threw the key of the verses into a flat third; but, unfortunate! of the few that saw it, none saw into any design but that of unmixed comicality. I dare say, if it had been visible, it would have been seen. I fancy the union of the sad and the gay is scarcely in nature. They may heighten each the other, if it be juxtaposition without blending; and that few have attempted with success. If they blend, they neutralize each other, and all effect is lost, unless, as in the danguoɛv yeλaσaσa of Homer, where no contrast is intended; but the smile and the tear form not a contrasted, but a co-operating expression of the same sentiment of maternal fondness. Perhaps the sad strain of the accompaniment to Corelli's famous jig may fall within the same idea. However all this fine criticism may be, you'll find little to commend, except the twilight, which I rather think is new. On the whole, I am not sorry that this poetical ticket should come up an honest prose blank. It will turn those intervals in which the mind must seek for refreshment in order to be able to work more usefully, to some better subject." THE PLATE-WARMER. IN days of yore, when mighty Jove And hoping on our earth to find Their squalling loves, their dire complaints: And therefore come not soon down stairs; |