"Our readers, perhaps, may smile at the following, which appears in yesterday's Court Journal: "We have received a letter, signed " W. Marshall," and dated "York;" claiming for its writer the long-contested authorship of those celebrated verses, which are known by the title of The Devil's Walk on Earth, and to which attention has lately been directed anew, by Lord Byron's imitation of them. There have been so many mystifications connected with the authorship of these clever verses, that, for any thing we know to the contrary, this letter may be only one more."" A week afterwards there was the following notice : "We cannot waste any more time about The Devil's Walk. We happen to know that it is Mr. Southey's; but as he is alive, we refer any body, who is not yet satisfied, to the eminent person himself-we do not mean the Devil-but the Doctor." The same newspaper contained the ensuing advertisement: -"On Tuesday next, uniform with Robert Cruikshank's Monsieur Tonson, price one shilling: The Devil's Walk, a Poem, by Professor Porson. With additions and variations by Southey and Coleridge: illustrated by seven engravings from R. Cruikshank. London, Marsh and Miller, 137, Oxford Street; and Constable and Co., Edinburgh." Professor Porson never had any part in these verses as a writer, and it is for the first time that he now appears in them as the subject of two or three stanzas written some few years ago, when the fabricated story of his having composed them during an evening party at Dr. Vincent's (for that was the original habitat of this falsehood) was revived. A friend of one of the authors, more jealous for him than he has ever been for himself, urged him then to put the matter out of doubt, (for it was before Mr. Coleridge had done so ;) and as much to please that friend as to amuse himself and his domestic circle, in a sportive mood, the part which relates the rise and progress of the Poem was thrown off, and that also touching the aforesaid Professor. The old vein having thus been opened, some other passages were added; and so it grew to its present length. THE DEVIL'S WALK. 1. FROM his brimstone bed at break of day To look at his little, snug farm of the World, 2. Over the hill and over the dale, And he went over the plain; And backward and forward he swish'd his tail, As a gentleman swishes a cane. 3. How then was the Devil dress'd? Oh, he was in his Sunday's best; His coat was red, and his breeches were blue, And there was a hole where his tail came through. 4. A lady drove by in her pride, In whose face an expression he spied, For which he could have kiss'd her; Such a flourishing, fine, clever creature was she, With an eye as wicked as wicked can be: I should take her for my Aunt, thought he; If my dam had had a sister. -- 30. Well pleased wilt thou be at no very far day, And bid them suspend their broils, My joke-smith Sidney, and all of his kidney, My Humes and my Broughams, My merry old Jerry, My Lord Kings, and my Doctor Doyles! 31. At this good news, so great The Devil's pleasure grew, That with a joyful swish he rent The hole where his tail came through. 32. His countenance fell for a moment Ah! thought he, there's a job now That I've made for my tailor below. 33. Great news! bloody news! cried a newsman; 34. So he bought the newspaper, and no news Lying varlet, thought he, thus to take in old Nick! To know thou art paid beforehand for the trick, For the sixpence I gave thee is bad. 35. And then it came into his head, By oracular inspiration, That what he had seen and what he had said, 36. Therewith in second-sight he saw The place, and the manner and time, In which this mortal story Would be put in immortal rhyme. 37. That it would happen when two poets In the town of Nether Stowey, 38. There, while the one was shaving, Would he the song begin; And the other, when he heard it at breakfast, In ready accord join in. 39. So each would help the other, And so with glee the verse flow free 40. And because it was set to the razor, But then, said Satan to himself, 42. He hath put me in ugly ballads With libellous pictures for sale; He hath scoff'd at my hoofs and my horns, And has made very free with my tail. 43. But this Mister Poet shall find I am not a safe subject for whim; For I'll set up a School of my own, And my Poets shall set upon him. 44. He went to a coffee-house to dine, And there he had soy in his dish; Having ordered some soles for his dinner, Because he was fond of flat fish. 45. They are much to my palate, thought he, And now guess the reason who can, Why no bait should be better than place, When I fish for a Parliament-man. 46. But the soles in the bill were ten shillings; 47. But mark ye, said he to the waiter, 48. Now soles are exceedingly cheap; 49. As he went along the Strand Between three in the morning and four, He observed a queer-looking person Who stagger'd from Perry's door. 50. And he thought that all the world over In vain for a man you might seek, Who could drink more like a Trojan, Or talk more like a Greek. 51. The Devil then he prophesied It would one day be matter of talk, And with wit moreover being happily bitten, 52. A pretty mistake, quoth the Devil; A pretty mistake, I opine! I have put many ill thoughts in his mouth; He will never put good ones in mine. 53. And whoever shall say that to Porson These best of all verses belong, He is an untruth-telling whoreson, And so shall be call'd in the song. 54. And if seeking an illicit connection with fame, Any one else should put in a claim In this comical competition, That excellent poem will prove A man-trap for such foolish ambition, INSCRIPTIONS. THE three utilities of Poetry: the praise of Virtue and Goodness, the memory of things remarkable, and to invigorate the Affections. Welsh Triad. 1. FOR A COLUMN AT NEWBURY. CALLEST thou thyself a Patriot?-On this field Did Falkland fall, the blameless and the brave, Beneath the banners of that Charles whom thou Abhorrest for a Tyrant. Dost thou boast Of loyalty? The field is not far off Where, in rebellious arms against his King, Hambden was kill'd, that Hambden at whose name The heart of many an honest Englishman Beats with congenial pride. Both uncorrupt, Friends to their common country both, they fought, They died in adverse armies. Traveller! If with thy neighbor thou shouldst not accord, Remember these, our famous countrymen, And quell all angry and injurious thoughts. Bristol, 1796. II. FOR A CAVERN THAT OVERLOOKS THE RIVER AVON. ENTER this cavern, Stranger! Here, awhile Where the silly rogue shall be caught by the leg, Shelter'd beneath this beetling vault of rock. And exposed in a second edition. 55. Now the morning air was cold for him, Who was used to a warm abode; And yet he did not immediately wish, To set out on his homeward road. 56. For he had some morning calls to make So, thought he, I'll step into a gaming-house, But just before he could get to the door 57. For all on a sudden, in a dark place, He came upon General -'s burning face; And it struck him with such consternation, That home in a hurry his way did he take, Because he thought by a slight mistake 'Twas the general conflagration. Round the rude portal clasping its rough arms From whose gray blossoms the wild bees collect Thy sickening eye at every step revolts May here detain thee, Traveller! from thy road The Scald hath sung; but perish'd is the song IV. FOR A MONUMENT IN THE NEW FOREST. THIS is the place where William's kingly power VI. FOR THE CENOTAPH AT ERMENONVILLE. * STRANGER! the MAN of NATURE lies not here: Explored the scenes of Ermenonville. ROUSSEAU VII. FOR A MONUMENT AT OXFORD. HERE Latimer and Ridley in the flames The better cause, or to forsake the worse Batn, 1797. V. FOR A TABLET ON THE BANKS OF A STREAM. [speed STRANGER! awhile upon this mossy bank Bristol, 1796. VIII. FOR A MONUMENT IN THE VALE OF EWIAS. HERE was it, Stranger, that the patron Saint His hermitage, the roots his food, his drink Has read with eager wonder how the Knight * Voltaire. |