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Note 3. Stanza xxxviii.

somewhat surfeited with a similar display from foreign Nor canvass what “so eminent a hand" meant. parts, did rather indecorously break through the apJacob Tonson, according to Mr. Pope, was accustomed plauses of an intelligent audience-intelligent, I mean, to call his writers “abie pens”—“ persons of honour,” as to music,—for the words, besides being in recondue and especially "eminent hands.” Vide correspond- languages (it was some years before the peace, ere al ence, etc., etc.

the world had travelled, and while I was a collegian)Note 4. Stanza lxvi.

were sorely disguised by the performers;—this mayoress, While great Lucullus' robe triomphule muffles

I say, broke out with, “Rot your Italianos ! for my (There 's fame)-young partridge fillets, deck'd with truffles. part, I loves a simple ballat!" Rossini will go a good

A dish “ à la Lucullus." This hero, who conquered way to bring most people to the same opinion some the East, has left his more extended celebrity to the day. Who would imagine that he was to be the suctransplantation of cherries (which he first brought into cessor of Mozart? However, I state this with diffidence, Europe) and the nomenclature of some very good dishes; as a liege and loyal admirer of Italian music in general, —and I am not sure that (barring indigestion) he has and of much of Rossini's: but we may say, as the connot done more service to mankind by his cuokery than noisseur did of painting, in the Vicar of Wakefield, by his conquests. A cherry-tree may weigh against a that the picture would be better painted if the painter bloody laurel; besides, he has contrived to earn celeb- had taken more pains.” rity from both. Note 5. Stanza lxviii.

Note 4. Stanza lix.
But even sans "confitures," it no less true is,

For Gothic daring shown in English money. There's pretty picking in those "petits puits. “ Ausu Romano, ære Veneto " is the inscription (and “Petits puits d'amour garnis de confitures," a classical well inscribed in this instance) on the sea walls between and well-known dish for part of the flank of a second the Adriatic and Venice. The walls were a republican course.

work of the Venetians; the inscription, I believe, im Note 6. Stanza lxxxvi.

perial, and inscribed by Napoleon. For that with me 's a "sine qua." Subauditur “ Non," omitted for the sake of euphony.

Note 5. Stanza lx.

“Untying” squires to fight against the churches." Note 7. Stanza xcvi.

“Though ye untie the winds, and bid them fight In short, upon that subject I've some qualms very

Against the churches."- Macbeth.
Like those of the Philosopher of Malmsbury.
Hobbes; who, doubting of his own soul, paid that

Note 6. Stanza xcvii. compliment to the souls of other people as to decline

They err—'t is merely what is call’d mobility. their visits, of which he had some apprehension.

In French "mobilité.” I am not sure that mobility is English; but it is expressive of a quality which rather

belongs to other climates, though it is sometimes seen CANTO XVI.

to a great extent in our own. It may be defined as an

excessive susceptibility of immediate impressions-at Note 1. Stanxa x.

the same time without losing the past; and is, though If from a shell-fish or from cochineal.

sometimes apparently useful to the possessor, a most The composition of the old Tyrian purple, whether painful and unhappy attribute. from a shell-fish, or from cochincal, or from kermes,

Note 7. Stanza cü. is still an article of dispute; and even its colour—some say purple, others scarlet : I say nothing.

Draperied her form with curious felicity.

“Curiosa felicitas."-PETRONIUS ARBITER.
Note 2. Stanza xliii.
For a spoil'd carpet-but the “Attic Bee"

Note 8. Stanza cxiv.
Was much consoled by his own repartee.

A noise like to wet fingers drawn on glass.
I think that it was a carpet on which Diogenes trod,

See the account of the ghost of the uncle of Prince with~" Thus I trample on the pride of Plato!”—“With

Charles of Saxony, raised by Schroepfer—"Kark-Karl greater pride,” as the other replied. But as carpets are meant to be trodden upon, my memory probably

-was-walt wolt mich ?" misgives me, and it might be a robe, or tapestry, or a

Note 9. Stanza cxx. lable-cloth, or some other expensive and uncynical piece

How odd, a single hobgoblin's nonentity of furniture.

Should cause more fear than a whole host 's identity!
Note 3. Stanza xlv.
With “Tu mi chamases” from Portingale,

Shadors to-night
To soothe our ears, lest Italy should fail.

Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard

Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers." etc., etc. I remember that the mayoress of a provincial town,

See Richard III.

[The following productions of Lord Byron's pen were not putlished during his life; and, with the exception of two or three of them which were attributed to him upon uncertain grounds, they have made their appearance, for the first time, in Mr. Murray's recent and authoritative edition of the Life and Writings of Byron. From that work they have been carefully selected, and added to the present volume, with a view of rendering it in every respect a complete edition of Byron's Poetical Works.]


Lints from Liorace.



* Ergo fungar vice cotis, acutum
Reddere quae ferrum valet, exsors ipsa secandi."

HOR. De Arte Poel. 304, 306.
* Rhymes are difficult things--they are stubborn things, sir."

FIELDING'S Andia, Vol. iii. Bouk 5. Chap. 5.

Athens. Capuchin Convent, March 12th, 1811. The groves of Granta, and her gothic halls, Who would not laugh, if Lawrence, hired to grace King's Coll., Cam's stream, stain'd windows, and ole His costly canvas with each flatter'd face,

walls: Abused his art, till Nature, with a blush,

Or, in advent'rous numbers, neatly aims Saw cits grow centaurs underneath his brush ? To paint a rainbow, or the river Thames.f Or, should some limner join, for show or sale,

You sketch a tree, and so perhaps may shineA maid of honour to a mermaid's tail?

But daub a shipwreck like an alehouse sign; Or low* Dubost (as once the world has seen)

You plan a vase-it dwindles to a pot; Degrade God's creatures in his graphic spleen? Then glide down Grub-street-fasting and forgot; Not all that forced politeness, which defends

Laugh'd into Lethe by some quaint review, Fools in their faults, could gag his grinning friends, Whose wit is never troublesome till-true. Believe me, Moschus, like that picture seems

In fine, to whatsoever you aspire,
The book which, sillier than a sick man's dreams,

Let it at least be simple and entire.
Displays a crowd of figures incomplete,
Poetic nightmares, without head or feet.

The greater portion of the rhyming tribe

(Give ear, my friend, for thou hast been a scribe) Poets and painters, as all artists know,

Are led astray by some peculiar lure. May shoot a little with a lengthen'd bow;

I labour to be brief-become obscure; We claim this mutual mercy for our task,

One falls while following elegance too fast; And grant in turn the pardon which we ask;

Another soars, inflated with bombast; But make not monsters spring froin gentle dams

Too low a third crawls on, afraid to fly, Birds breed not vipers, tigers nurse not lambs.

He spins his subject to satiety; A labour'd, long exordium, sometimes tends

Absurdly varying, he at last engraves

Fish in the woods, and boars beneath the waves ! (Like patriot speeches) but to paltry ends: And nonsense in a lofty note goes down,

Unless your care's exact, your judgment nice, As pertness passes with a legal gown:

The flight from folly leads but into vice; Thus many a bard describes in pompons strain None are complete, all wanting in some part, The clear brook babbling through the goodly plain; Like certain tailors, limited in art.

Humano capiti cervicom pictor equinam
Jungere si velit, et varias inducere plumas,
Uudique collatis membris, ut turpiter atrum
Desinat in piscem mulier formosa superne;
Spectatum adinissi risum teneatis, amici ?
Credite, Pisones, iste tabulæ fore librum
Persimilem, cujus, velut egri somnja, vane
Fingentur species, ut nec pes, nec caput uni
Reddatur formæ. Pictoribus atque poetis
Quidlibet audendi seinper fuit æqua potestas.
Scimus, et nanc veniam petimusque damusque vicis.

Sed non ut placidis coëant immitia; non ut
Serpentes avibus geminentur, tigribus agni.

Inceptis gravibus plerumque et magna prosessi Purpureus, late qui splendeat, unus et alter

Asswiter pannus; cum lucus et ara Dianæ,
Et properantis aquæ per amenos ambitus agros,
Aut flumen Rhenum, ant pluvius describitur arcu,
Sed nunc non erat his locus; et fortasse cupressun
Scis simulare: quid hoc, si fractis enatat exspes
Navibus, ære dato qui pingitur? ampora cepit
Institui: currente rotâ cur urceus exit?
Denique sit quod vis, simplex duntaxat et unum.

Maxima pars vatum, pater, et juvenes patre digni
Decipimur specie recti. Brevis esse laboro,
Obscurus fio: sectantem levia, nervi
Deficiunt animique: professus grandia, turget :
Serpit humi, tutus nimium, timidusque procellæ 1
Qui variare cupit rem prodigialiter unam,
Delphinum sylvis appingit fluctibus aprum.

In vitium ducit culpæ fuga, si carei arte.
Æmilium circa ludum faber unus et ungues
Exprimet, et molles imitabitus are capillos,

• In an English newspaper, which finds its way abroad wherever there ure Englishmen, I read an asonunt of this dirty dauber's caricature of Mr.

and the consequent action, &c. The circumstance is probably too well known to require further comment.

* “Where pure description held bar wlace of some

For galligaskins Sluwshears is your man,

And we and ours, alas! are due to fate, But coats must claim another artisan.

And works and words but dwindle to a date. Now this to me, I own, seems much the same Though as a monarch nods, and commerce calls, As Vulcan's feel to bear Apollo's frame;

Impetuous rivers stagnate in canals; Ur, with a fair complexion, to expose

Though swamps subdued, and marshes drain'd, sustain Black eyes, black ringlets, but--a bottle nose! The heavy ploughshare and the yellow grain,

And rising ports along the busy shore Dear authors! suit your topics to your strength, Protect the vessel from old ocean's roar, And ponder well your subject, and its length;

All, all must perish; but, surviving last, Nor list your load, before you're quite aware

The love of letters half preserves the past. What weight your shoulders will, or will not, bear.

True, some decay, yet not a few revive :( But lucid Order, and Wit's siren voice,

Though those shall sink, which now appear to thrire Await the poet, skilful in his choice;

As custom arbitrates, whose shifting sway With native eloquence he soars along,

Our life and language must alike obey. Grace in his thoughts, and music in his song.

The immortal wars which gods and angels wage, Let judgment teach him wisely to combina Are they not shown in Milton's sacred page ? With future parts the now omitted line;

His strain will teach what numbers best belong This shall the author choose, or that reject,

To themes celestial told in epic song. Precise in style, and cautious to select.

The slow, sad stanza will correctly paint
Nor slight applause will candid pens afford

The lover's anguish or the friend's complaint.
To him who furnishes a wanting word.
Then fear not if 't is needful to produce

But which deserves the laurel, rhyme or blank?

Which holds on Helicon the higher rank? Some term unknown, or obsolete in use,

Let squabbling critics by themselves dispute (As Pitt has furnish'd us a word or two, Which lexicographers declined to do ;)

This point, as puzzling as a Chancery suit. So you indeed, with care,-(but be content

Satiric rhyme first sprang from selfish spleen, To take this license rarely)--may invent.

You doubt-see Dryden, Pope, St. Patrick's deang New words find credit in these latter days,

Blank verse is now, with one consent, allied If neatly granted on a Gallic phrase.

To Tragedy, and rarely quiis her side. What Chaucer, Spenser did, we scarce refuse Though mad Almanzor rhymed in Dryden's dayı, To Dryden's or to Pope's maturer muse.

No sing-song hero rants in modern plays; If you can add a little, say why not,

While modest Comedy her verse foregoes As well as William Pitt and Walter Scott?

For jest and pun in very middling prose. Since they, by force of rhyme and force of lungs, Not that our Bens or Beaumonts show the worse, Enrich'd our Island's ill-united tongues ;

Or lose one point, because they wrote in verse. 'Tis then--and shall be--lawful to present

But so Thalia pieases to appear, Reform in writing, as in parliament.

Poor virgin! damnd some twenty times a year! As forests shed their foliage by degrees,

Whate'er the scene, let this advice have weight So fade expressions which in season please. Adapt your language to your hero's state. Infelix operis summa, quia ponere totum

Terra Neptunus classes aquilonibus arcet, Nesciet. Hunc ego me, si quid componere curem. Regis opus; sterilisve diu palus, a plaque remis Non magis esse velim, quam pravo vivere naso,

Vicinas urbes alit, et grave sentit aratrum: Spectandum nigris oculis nigroque capillo.

Seu cursum mutavit iniquum frugibus amnis, Sumite materiem vestris, qui scribitis, equam Doctus iter melius; mortalia facta peribunt: Viribus; et versate diu quid ferre recnsent

Neduin sermonum stet honos, et gratia rivar. Quid valeant humeri. Cui lecta potentererit res, Multa renascentur, quæ jain cecidere; cadentque, Nec facundia deseret hunc nec lucidus ordo.

Quæ nunc sunt in honore vocabula, si volet usus; Ordinis hæc virtus erit et venis, aut ego fallor, Quem penes arbitrium est, et jus, et norma loquendi Ut jain nunc dicat, jam nunc debentia dici

Res gestæ regiimque ducumque et tristia bella. Pleraque differat, et præs is in tempus omittat; Quo scribi possent numero monstravit Homerus Hoc amet, hoc spernat promissi carminis auctor. Versibus impariter junctis querimonia primum; In verbis etiam tenuis cautusque serendis :

Post etiam inclusa est voti sententia compos. Dixeris egregie, notum si callida verbum

Quis tamen exiguos elegos emiserit auctor, Reddiderit junctura novum. Si forte necesse est Grammatici certant, et adhuc sub judice lis est. Indiciis monstrare recentibus abdita rerum,

Archilocum proprio rabies armavit iambo; Fingere cinctutis non exaudita Cethegis

Hunc socci cepere pedem grandesque cothurni, Continget: dabiturque licentia sumpta pudenter; Alternis aptum sermonibus, et populares Et nova factaque nuper habebunt verba fidem, si Vincentem strepitus, et natum rebus agendis. Græco fonte cadant, parce detonta. Quid autem

Musa dedit fidibus divos, puerosque deorum Cæcilio Plautoque dabit Romanus, ademptum Et pugilem victorem, et equum certamine primur, Virgilio Varioque? ego cur, acquirere pauca

Et juvenum curas et libera vina referre. Si possum, in videor; cum lingua Catonis et Enni Descriptas servare vices operumque colores, Sermonero patrium ditaverit, et nova rerum

Cur ego, si nequeo ignoroque, poeta salutor? Nomina protulerit? Licuit, semperque licebit, Cur nescire pudens prave, quam discere malo? Signatum præsente nota producere nomen.

Versibus exponi tragicis res comica non vult Ut silvæ foliis pronos mutantur in annos;

Indignatur item privatis, ac prope socco Prima cadunt: ita verborum vetus interit ætas, Et juvenum ritu fiorent modo nata, vigentque. 1 Old ballads, old plays, and old women's stories, are at present in s Debemur morti nos nostraque: sive receptus

much request as nld wine or new speeches In fact, this is the millessio of black-letter: thanks to our Hebers, Webers, and Scotts !

Mac Flecnoe, the Dunciad, and all Swift's lampooning ballads Wu Mere common mortals were commonly content with one tailor and with ever their other works may be, these originaled in personal feeling, and one bill, but the more particular gentlemen found it impossible to confide angry retort on unworthy rivals; and though the ability of these store els their lower garments to the makers of their bxly clothes. I speak of the bevates the poetical, their poignancy detracts from the personal character er ginning of 1909: what reform may have since takes place i neither know the writers. por desire to know.

o With all the vulgar applause and critical abhorrence opens, beyler 1 Mr. Pitt was liberal in his addition to our parliamentary tongue, as Aristotle on their side, who permits them to orators, and gives tbean ose way be seen in many publications, particularly the Edinburgh Review. quence by a grave disquisition

At times Melpomene forgets to groan,

To skilful writers it will much import, And brisk Thalia takes a serious tone;

Whence spring their scenes, from common life or court; Nor unregarded will the act pass by

Whether they seek applause by smile or tear, Where angry Towply lifts his voice on high. To draw a “ Lying Valet," or a “Lear," Again, our Shakspeare limits verse to kings,

A sage, or rakish youngster wild from school, When common prose will serve for common things; A wandering “ Peregrine,” or plain “John Bull;" And lively Hal resigns heroic ire,

All persons please, when nature's voice prevails, To hollowing Hotspur"* and the sceptred sire. Scottish or Irish, born in Wilts or Wales. 'Tis not enough, ye bards, with all your art,

Or follow common fame, or forge a plot. To polish poems; they must touch the heart:

Who cares if mimic heroes lived or not? Where'er the scene be laid, whate'er the song, One precept serves to regulate the scene: Still let it bear the hearer's soul along;

Make it appear as if it might have been. Command your audience or to smile or weep,

If some Drawcansir you aspire to draw, Whiche'er may please you-anything but sleep,

Present him raving, and above all law: The poet claims our tears; but, by his leave,

If female furies in your scheme are plann'd, Before I shed them, let me see him grieve.

Macbeth's fierce dame is ready to your hand; If banish'd Romeo feign'd nor sigh nor tear, For tears and treachery, for good or evil, Lulld by his languor, I should sleep or sneer. Constance, King Richard, Hamlet, and the Devil! Sad words, no doubt, become a serious face,

But if a new design you dare essay, And men look angry in the proper place.

And freely wander from the beaten way, At double meanings folks seem wondrous sly, True to your characters, till all be past, And sentiment prescribes a pensive eye;

Preserve consistency from first to last. For nature form'd at first the inward man,

'Tis hard to venture where our betters fail, And actors copy nature-when they can.

Or lend fresh interest to a iwice-told tale;
She bids the beating heart with rapture bound,
Raised to the stars, or levell'd with the ground;

And yet, perchance, 't is wiser to prefer

A hackney'd plot, than choose a new, and err. And for expression's aid, 't is said or sung,

Yet copy not too closely, but record, She gave our mind's interpreter-the tongue,

More justly, thought for thought than word for word; Who, worn with use, of late would fain dispense

Nor trace your prototype through narrow ways, At least in theatres) with common sense;

but only follow where he merits praise. Verwhelm with sound the boxes, gallery, pit, And raise a laugh with anything but wit.

For you, young bard! whom luckless fate may lead

To tremble on the nod of all who read, Dignis carminibus narrari cona Thyestä.

Ere your first score of cantos time unrolls, Singula quæque locum teneant sortita decenter.

Beware-for God's sake don't begin like Bowles ! Interdum tamen et vocem comoedia tollit,

" Awake a louder and a Joftier strain," Iratusque Chremes tumido delitigat ore: Et tragicus plerumque dolet sermone pedestri.

And pray, what follows from this boiling brain ?Telephus et Peleus, cum pauper et exul, uterque

He sinks to Southey's level in a trice, Projicit ampullas, et sesquipedalia verba ;

Whosc epic mountains never fail .n mice! Si curat cor spectantis tetigisse querela.

Non satis est pulchra esse poemata; dulcia sunto, Unde pedem proferre pudor vetet, aut operis lex. Et quocunque volent, animum auditoris agunto.

Nec sic incipies, us scriptor Cyclicus olim: Ut ridentibus arrident, ita flentibus adilent

* Fortunam Priami cantabo, et nobile bellum." Humani vultus ; si vis me flere dolendum est

Quid diguum tanto feret hic promissor biatu Primum ipsi tibi; tunc tua me infortunia lædent. Parturiunt montes: nascetur ridiculus mus. Telephe, vel Peleu, male si mandata loqueris, Quanto rectius hic, qui nil molitur inepte ! Aut dormitabo, aut ridebo: tristia mestum

Dic mihi, Musa, virum captæ post tenipora Troja Vullum verba decent; iratum, plena minarum; Qui mores hominum multorum vidit, et urbes." Ludentem, lasciva; severum, seria dictu.

Non fuiim ex fulgore, sed ex fumo dare lucem Format-enim natura prius non intus ad omnem Cogitat, it speciosa dehinc iniracula promat, Fortunarum habitum; juvat, aut impellit ad iram! Antiphaten, Scyllamque, et cum Cyclope Charybdim. Aut ad humum morore gravi deducit, et angit; Nec reditum Diomedis ab interitu Meleagri, Post effert animi motus interprete lingua.

Nec gemino bellum Trojanum orditur ab ovo. Si dicentis erunt fortunis absona dicta, Romani tollent equites, peditesque cachinnum.

About two years ago a young man, named Townsend, was announced Intererit multum, Davusne loquatur an heros; by Mr. Cumberland in a review since deceased) as being eugaged in an Maturusne senex, an adhuc florente juventa

epic poem to be entitled “. Annageddon." The plan and specimen promise Fervidus; an matrona potens, and sedula nutrix;

much; but I hope neither to offend Mr. Townsend nor his friends, by recom

mending to his attention the lines of Horace tu which these rhymes allude. Mercatorne vagus, cultorne virentis agelli;

If Mr. Townsend succeeds in his undertaking, as there is reason to bope, Colchus an Assyrius; Thebis nutritus, an Argis. how much will the world be indebted to Mr. Cumberland for bringing him

Aut famam cequere, aut sibi convenientia finge. before the public! But till that eventful day arrives, it may be doubted Scriptor honoratum si forte reponis Achillem;

whether the premature display of his plar. (sublime as the ideas confessedly

are) has not, by raising expectation to high or diminishing curiosity, by de Impiger, iracundus, inexorabilis, acer,

veloping his argument, rather incurred the hazard of injuring Mr. Towa Jura neget sibi nata, nihil non arroget armis. sead's future prospects. Mr. Cumberland (whese talents I shall not depre. Sit Medea fetox invictaque, flebilis Ino;

ciate by the humble tribute of my praise) and Mr. Townsend must not sup

pose nic actuated by unworthy motives in this suggestioa. I wish the author Perfidus Ixion ; lo vaga; tristis Orestes;

all the success be can wish himself, and shall be truly happy to see epic po Si quid inexpertum scenæ committis, et audes etry weighed up from the bathos where it lies sunken with Southey, Cotile, Personam formare novam ; servetur ad imum

Cowley (Mrs. Or Abraham). Ogilvy. Wilkie, Pye, and all the "dull of past Qualis ab incepto processerit, et sibi constet.

and present day," Even if he is not a Multon, he may be better than Black

more; if not a Homer, an Intimachus, I should deein myself presumpta Difficile est proprie cominunia dicere ; tuque

ous, as a young man, in offering advice, were it not addressed to one still Rectius Iliacum carinen deducis in actus,

younger. Mr. Townsend has the greatest difficulties to encounter: bot in Quam si proferres ignota indictaque primus.

conquering them be will find employment; in having conquered them, his

reward. I know too well " the scribbler's scoff, the critic's contumely," and Publica materies privati juris erit, si

I am afraid time will teach Mr. Towpsend to know them better. Those who Nec circa vilem patulumque moraberis orbem ; succeed, and those who do not, must bear this alike, and it is hard to my Nec verbum verbo curabis reddere fidus

which bave most of it. I trust that Mr. Townsend's share will be from Interpres, nec desilies imitator in arctum

enry:-he will soon know mankind well enough not to attribute this ex pressior to malice.

The above nnte was written before the author was apprized of Man "And in his ear I'll hollow, Mortimer!"-1 llenry IV.

berland's death.

Not so of yore awoke your mighty sire

Sits in the senate; gets a son and heir; The temper'd warblings of his master lyre ;

Sends him to Harrow, for himself was there Soft as the gentler breathing of the lute,

Mute, though he votes, unless when called to cher * Of man's first disobedience and the fruit"

Ilis son's so sharp-he'll see the dog a peer! He speaks, but as his subject swells along,

Manhood declines-age palsies every limb; Earth, heaven, and hades echo with the song.

He quits the scene-or else the scene quits him; Still to the midst of things he hastens un,

Scrapes wealth, o'er each departing penny grieres As if we witness'd all already done;

And avarice seizes all ambition leaves; Leaves on his path whatever seems too mean

Counts cent. per cent., and smiles, or vainly frets, To raise the subject, or adorn the scene;

O'er hoards diminish'd by young Hopeful's debts; Gives, as each page improves upon the sight, Not smoke from brightness, but from darkness-light; Weighs well and wisely what to sell or buy.

Complete in all life's lessons-but to die; And truth and fiction with such art compounds,

Peevish and spiteful, doting, bard to please, We know not where to fix their several bounds.

Commending every time, save times like these; If you would please the public, deign to hear

Crazed, querulous, forsaken, half forgot, What soothes the many eaded monster's ear;

Expires unwept-is buried-let him rot!
If your heart triumph when the hands of all

But from the drama let me not digress,
Applaud in thunder at the curtain's fall,
Deserve those plaudits-study nature's page,

Nor spare my precepts, though they please you lesa And sketch the striking traits of every age;

Though women weep, and hardest hearts are stirrd,

When what is done is rather seen than beard, While varying man and varying years unfold

Yet many deeds preserved in history's page Life's little tale, so oft, so vainly told.

Are better told than acted on the stage ; Observe his simple childhood's dawning days,

The car sustains what shocks the timid eye, His pranks, his prate, his playmates, and his plays;

And horror thus subsides to sympathy. Till time at length the mannish tyro weans,

True Briton all beside, I here am FrenchAnd prurient vice outstrips his tardy teens!

Bloodshed 't is surely better to retrench; Behold him freshman! forced no more to groan

The gladiatorial gore we teach to flow O'er *Virgil's devilish verses and his own,

In tragic scene disgusts, though but in, show; Prayers are too tedious, lectures too abstruse,

We hate the carnage while we see the trick, He flies from T-y-l's frown to “ Fordham's Mews :" And find small sympathy in being sick. (Unlucky T-v-1! doom'd to daily cares

Not on the stage the regicide Macbeth By pugilistic pupils and by bears t.)

Appals an audience with a monarch's death; Fines, tutors, tasks, conventions, threat in vain,

To gaze when sable Hubert threats to sear Before bounds, hunters, and Newmarket plain.

Young Arthur's eyes, can ours, or naturs bear? Rough with his elders, with his equals rash,

A Ş halter'd heroine Johnson sought to slayCivil to sharpers, prodigal of cash;

We saved Irene, but half damn'd the play. Coostant to naught-save hazard and a whore,

And (Heaven be praised !) our toierating times Yet cursing both--for both have made him sore; Stint metamorphoses to pantomimes, Unread (unless, since books beguile disease,

And Lewis' self, with all his sprites, would quake The p-x becomes his passage to degrees);

To change Earl Osmond's negro to a snake!
Fool'd, pillaged, dunn'd, he wastes bis term away, Because, in scenes exciting joy or grief,
And, unexpellid perhaps, retires M. A.

We loathe the action which exceeds belief:
Master of arts! as hells and clubsf proclaim,

And yet, God knows! what may not authors do, Where scarce a blackleg bears a brighter name!

Whose postscripts prate of dyeing “ heroines blue " Launch'd into life, extinct his early fire,

Above all things, Dan Poet, if you can, He apes the selfish prudence of his sire;

Eke out your acts, I pray, with mortal man; Marries for money, chooses friends for rank,

Nor call a ghost, unless some cursed scrape Buys land, and shrewdly trusts not to the Bank; Must open ten trap-doors for your escape. Semper ad eventum festinat; et in medias res

Gaudet equis canibusque, et aprici gramine campi; Non secus ac notas, auditorem rapit, et quæ

Cereus in vitium flecti, monitoribus asper, Desperat tractata nitescere posse, relinquit:

Utilium tardus provisor, prodigus æris, Atque ita mentitur, sic veris falsa remiscet,

Sublimis, cupidusque, et amata relinquere pernir Primo ne medium, medio ne discrepet imum.

Conversis studiis, ætas animusque virilis Tu, quid ego et populus inecum desideret, a:adi. Quærit opes, et amicitias, inservit honori; Si plausoris eges aulæa manentis, et usque

Commisisse cavet quod mox mutare laboret. : Sessuri, donec cantor, Vos plaudite, dicat;

Multa senem conveniunt incommoda ; vel quod Ætatis cujusque notandi sunt tibi mores,

Quærit, et inventis miser abstinet, ac timet uti; Mobilibusque decor naturis dandus et annis.

Vel quod res omnes timide gelideque ministrat, Reddere qui voces jam scit puer, et pede certo Dilator, spe longus, iners, avidusque futuri; Signat hunum; gestit paribus colludere, et iram Difficilis, quærulus, laudator temporis acti Colligit ac ponit temere, et mutatur in horas. Se puero, castigator censorque minotum. Imberbis juvenis, tandem custode remoto, Muita ferunt anni venientes commoda secum,

Multa recedentes adimunt. Ne forte seniles • Harvey, the circulator of the circulation of the blood, used to fling Mandentur juveni partes, pueroque viriles, away Virgil in his ecstacy of admiration, and say, " the book had a devil." Now, such a character as I am copying would probably fling it away also,

Semper in adjunctis, ævoque morabimur aptis. tut rlher wish that the devil had the book; not from any dislike to the Aut agitur res in scenis, aut acta refertur, foet, but a well-founded horror of herameters. Indeed the public school penance of ** long and short" is enough to beget an antipathy to pretry for ibe residue of a man's life, and, perhaps, so far may be an advantage. $" Irene had to speak two lives with the bowstring roand her Decki

+ " Infandum, regina, jubee renovare dolorem." I dare say Mr. T - the audience cried out.Murder and she was obliged to be carried the (to * nom I mean no affront) will coderstand me; and it is no matter whe-stage."--Boswell's Life of Johnson. ther any one else does or no.-To the above events, “quæque ipse miserrima

Il in the postscript to the “ Castle Spectre" Mr. Lewis tells us that theagh vidi et quorum pars magna fui," all times and terms bear testimony.

Hacks were unknown in England at the period of his action, yet be a 1 "Hell," a gaming bouge so called, where you risk little, and are cheat made the anachronican to set off the scene : and if he could have predeces e a good dea... " Club," a pleasant purgatory, where you lose more, and the effect by making his heroine blue"-1 quote him-"blue he would ben are not supposed to be cheated at all

made her!"

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