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Yes, far from me, whate'er their birth or place, lists* by the reappearance of some of the scattered
indeed, I had by this time other reasons. I had
pressed for it was not sufficiently justified by the THE MÆVIA D.
few passages produced in the Baviad. I thought
it best, therefore, to exhibit the tribe of Bell once Qui BAVIUM non odit, amet tua carmina, MeV. more ; and, as they passed in review before me, to
make such additional extractst from their works, INTRODUCTION.
as should put their demerits beyond the power of In the INTRODUCTION to the preceding pages, a
future question. brief account is given of the rise and progress of l I remembered that this great critic, in his excel. that spurious species of poetry which lately infest- lent remarks on the Baviad, had charged the author ed this metropolis, and gave occasion to the BAVIAD.
with “bespattering nearly all the poetical eminence I was not ignorant of what I exposed myself to
of the day." Anxious, therefore, to do impartial by the publication of that work. If abuse could justice, I ran for the ALBUM, to discover who had have affected me, I should not probably have made been spared. Here I read, " In this collection are a set of people my enemies, habituated to ill lan- names whom genius will ever look upon as its best guage, and possessed of such convenient vehicles* supporters! Sheridan"-what, is . Saul also among for its dissemination. But I never regarded it from the prophets!'-“Sheridan, Merry, Parsons, Cowley, such hands, and, indeed, deprecated nothing but
Andrews, Jerningham, Greathead, Topham, Robintheir praise. I respect, in common with every manson, of sense, the censure of the wise and good ; but the Thus furnished with."
Thus furnished with “ ALL the poetical emineare angry ebullitions of folly unmasked, and vanity of the day," I proceeded, as Mr. Bell says, to bemortified, pass by me “ like the idle wind," or, if spatter it ; taking, for the vehicle of my design, a noticed, serve merely to grace succeeding editions satire of Horace-to which I was led by its supply. of the Baviad.
iug me (amid many happy allusions) with an op I confess, however, that the work was received portunity of briefly noticing the wretched state of more favourably than I expected. Bell, indeed, dramatic poetry among us. and a few others, whose craft was touched, vented their indignation in prose and verse ; but, on the
* I hope no one will do me the injustice to suppose that whole, the clamour against me was not loud, and I imagine myself another Hercules contending with hy. was lost by insensible degrees in the applauses of dras, &c. Far from it. My enemies cannot well havo such as I was truly ambitious to please.
an humbler opinion of me than I have of myself; and yet, Th
“if I am not ashamed of them, I am a soused gurnet." riose loquor) were not long in manifesting them.
Mere pecora inertia! The contest is without danger,
and the victory without glory. At the same time, I de. selves. Della Crusca appeared no more in the Ora.
clare against any undue advantage being taken of those cle, and, if any of his followers ventured to treat concessions. Though I knew the impotence of these the town with a soft sonnet, it was not, as before, literary Askaparts, the town did not; and many a inan, introduced by a pom pous preface. Pope and Mil- who now affects to pity me for wasting my strength upon ton resumed their superiority; and Este and his imresisting imbecility, would, not long since, have heard coadjutors silently acquiesced in the growing opi
their poems with applause, and their praises with delight. nion of their incompetency, and showed some sense
+ It will now be said that I have done it usque ad nar
seam. I confess it; and for the reagon given above. of shame.
And yet I can honestly assure the reader, that most, if With this I was satisfied. I had taken up my pen not all, of the trash here quoted, passed with the authors for no other end, and was quietly retiring, with the for superlative beauties, every second word being printed idea that I had done the state some service," and either in italics or capitals. purposing to abandon for ever the cæstus, which a tIknow not if the stage has been so low, since the days respectable critic fancies I wielded “ with too much of Gammer Gurton, as at this hour. It seems as if all the
blockheads in the kingdom had started up, and exclaimed, severity," when I was once more called into the
with one voice, Come ! let us write for the theatres. In
this there is nothing, perhaps, altogether new; the strik. Most of these fashionable writers were connected
ing and peculiar novelty of the times seems to be, that with the public prints. Della Crusca was a worthy co
ALL they write is received. Of the three parties conadjutor of the mad and malignant idiot who conducted
cerned in this business, the writers and the managers the World. Arno and Lorenzo were either proprietors
seem the least culpable. If the town will feed on husks, or editors of another paper. Edwin and Anna Matilda
extraordinary pains need not be taken to find them any were favoured contributors to several; and Laura Maria,
thing more palatable. But what shall we say of the from the sums squandered on puffs, could command a
people? The lower orders are so brutified ly the lamentacorner in all. This wretched woman, indeed, in the Fane of her beauty, fell into merited poverty, exchanged
11 recollect but two exceptions. Merry's idiotical opera, and Mrs. Ro poetry for politics, and wrote abusive trash against the
binson's more idiotical farce. To have failed where Miles Androws ao government, at the rate of two guineas a week, for the
ceeded, argue a degree of stupidity scarcely credible. Surely “ignorano Morning Post.
itself is a planet" over the heroes and heroines of the Baviad.
When the MÆVIAD, so I call the present poem, That Arno's “ easy strains" were coarse and rough, was nearly brought to a conclusion, I laid it aside. And Edwin's " matchless numbers" woful stuff. The times seemed unfavourable to such produc- And who--forgive, O gentle Bell, the word, tions. Events of real importance were momenta. For it must out-who, prithee, so absurd, rily claiming the attention of the public, and the So mulishly absurd, as not to join still voice of the muses was not likely to be listened In this with me, save always THEE and THINE ! to amid the din of arms. After an interval of two Yet still, the soul of candour! I allow'd years, however, circumstances, which it is not Their jingling elegies amused the crowd ; material to mention, have induced me to finish, and That lords hung blubbering o'er each woful line, trust it, without more preface, to the candour to That lady-critics wept, and cried, “ divine!" which I am already so highly indebted for the kind That love-lorn priests reclined the pensive head, reception of the Baviad.
And sentimental ensigns, as they read,
Wiped the sad drops of pity from their eye, YES, I DID say that Crusca's* “ true sublime”
And burst between a hiccup and a sigh. Lack'd laste, and sense, and every thing but rhyme;
Yet, not content, like horse-leeches they come,
And split my head with one eternal hum ble follies of O'Keefe, and Cobbe, and Pilon, and I know
For“ more! more! more!" Away! for should I grant not who-Sardi venales, each worse than the other The full, the unreserved applause ye wani, that they have lost all relish for simplicity and genuine St. John* might then my partial voice accuse, humour; nay, ignorance itself, unless it be gross and And claim my suffrage for his tragic muso; glaring, cannot hope for " their most sweet voices." | And Grenthead.t rising from his short disgrace, And the higher ranks are so mawkishly mild, that they
Fling the forgotten “ Regent" in my face, take with a placid simper whatever comes before them; or, if they now and then experience a slight fit of disgust, have not resolution enough to express it, but sit yawning man in the present instances, yet I observe such acuteand gaping in each other's faces for a little encourage-ness of perception in his general criticism, that I should ment in their culpable forbearance.
have styled him the “ profound" instead of the gentle" When this was written, I thought the town had “ sound. Bell, if I had not previously applied the epithet to a still ed," as Shakspeare says, " the very bass string of humi- greater man, (absit invidia dicto,) to-Mr. T. Vaughan. lity;" but it has since appeared, that the lowest point of I trust that this incidental preference will create no degradation had not then been reached. The force of jealousy--for though, as Virgil properly remarks, “an English folly, indeed, could go no farther, and so far I oaken staff each merits," yet I need not inform a gentlewas right; but the auxiliary supplies of Germany were man, who, like Mr. Bell, reads Shakspeare every day at hand, and the taste, vitiated by the lively nonsense of after dinner, that "if two men ride upon a horse, one of O'Keese and Co., was destined to be utterly destroyed by them must ride behind." successive importations of the heavy, lumbering, mono- St. John, &c. Having already observed in the Introtonous stupidity of Kotzebue and Schiller.
duction, that the Mæviad was nearly finished two years The object of these writers has been detailed with such
since, and consequently before the death of this gentleforce and precision in the introduction to "The Rovers,"
man, I have only to add here, that though I should not that nothing remains to be said on that head-indeed the
have introduced any of the heroes of the Baviad, quorum simple perusal of “ The Rovers" would supersede the
Flaminia tegitur cinis, atque Latina, yet I scarcely think necessity of any critique on the merits of the German
it necessary to make any changes for the sake of omitdrama in general; since there is not a folly, however
ling such as have passed ad plures, in the interval between gross, an absurdity, however monstrous, to be found in
writing and publishing, that charming jeu d'esprit, that I would not undertake to
The reader will find, p. 181, another instance of my parallel from one or other of the most admired works of
small pretensions to prophecy, and probably regret it the German Shakspeares.u Why it has not been produced
more than the present. on the stage is to me a matter of astonishment, since it
† Greathead's Regent.--Or this tragedy, which was unites the beauties of “ The Stranger” and “Pizarro;" and, though perfectly German in ils sentiments, is Eng.
"recommended to the world" by the monthly reviewers
and others, as "the work of a SCHOLAR," I want words to lish in its language-intelligible English ; which is infi
express my just contempt. The plot of it is childish, the nitely more than can be said of the translation from Kotzebue, so maliciously attributed to Mr. Sheridan.
conduct absurd, the language unintelligible, the thoughts
false and unnatural, the metaphors incongruous, the In a word, if you take from the German dramas their horrid blasphemies, their wanton in vocations of the sa
general style grovelling and base; and, io sum up all in
a word, the whole piece the most execrable abortion of crad Name, and their minute and ridiculous stage direc
stupidity that ever disgraced the stage. tions, which seem calculated to turn the whole into a
It is to be wished that critics by profession, sensible of pantomime, nothing will remain but a caput mortuum, a
the influence which their opinions necessarily have on vapid and gloomy mass of matter, unenlightened by a
the public taste, would divest themselves of their partialsingle ray of genius or nature. If you leave them their
ities when they sit down to the execution of, what I hope blasphemies, &c., you have then a nameless something,
they consider as, a solemn duty. We should not then insipid though immoral, tedious though impious, and stu- 1
find them, as in the present instance, prostituting their pid though extravagant 1-80 much so, that, as a judicious writer well observes," it becomes a doubt which are the
applause on works that call for universal reprobation.
It is but fair, however, to observe, that Mr. Parsons has greatest objects of contempt and scorn, those who con
added his all-sufficient suffrage to that of the reviewers, ceived and wrote them, or those wh have the effrontery
1 in favour of Mr. Greathead. to praise them." Yet" these be thy gods, O Israel!" and to these are sacrificed our taste, our sense, and our na
"O bard! to whom belongs tional honour.
Each purest fount of poesy!
Who old Ilyssus' hallow'd dews * Crusca's "true sublime." The words between in
In his ouen Avon dare infuse. verted commas in this and the following verges, are Mr.
O favour'd clime ! O happy age ! Bell's. They contain, as the reader sees, a short cha
That boasts, to save a sinking niage, racter of the works to which they are respectively affixed.
A Greathead!!!"-Gent. Mag. Though I have the misfortune to differ from this gentle
When I first read these, and other high sounding praises, 1 So Kotzebue and Schiller are styled by the critical reviewer I scallered over reviews, magazines, newspapers, and 1.
Bid me my censure, as I may, deplore,
"Tis not enough to dole out Ahs! and Ohs! And, like my brother critics, cry “Encore !" Through Kemble's thorax, or through Bensley's Alas! my learned friends, for such ye are,
nose, As Bell will say, or, if ye ask it, swear;
To crowd our stage with scaffolds, or to fright Tis not enough, though this be somewhat too, Our wives with rapes, repeated thrice a night; And more, perhaps,* than Jerningham can do, JUDGES- Not such as, self-created, sit
On that TREMENDOUS BENCH* which skirts the pit know not what, I was naturally led to conclude that Mr. Where idle Thespis nods, while Arnot dreams G.had succeeded beller in his smaller pieces than in his Of Nereids * purling in ambrosial streams ;" tragedy, and thus justified in some degree the cry of his Where Este in rapture cons fantastic airs, learning," &c. &c. But no-all was a blank!
“Old Pistol tiew revived” in Topham stares, Here are a few samples of the “Ilyssean dews infused » Mr. Greathead into his oron Avon"-muddied, I sup
And Boswell, aping, with preposterous pride, pose, and debased by the home-bred streamlet of one
Johnson's worst frailties, rolls from side to side, Shakspeare.
His heavy head from hour to hour erects, * In fuller presence we descry,
Affects the fool, and is what he affects.i-
JUDGES of truth and sense, yet more demand
That art to nature lend a helping hand !
That fables well devised be simply told,
Correct if new, and probable if old. “ODE ON APATHY.
When Mason leads Elfrida forth to view, * Accursed be dull lethargic Apathy,
Adorn'd with virtues which she never knew,
I feel for every tear; while, borne along
By the full tide of unresisted song,
I stop not to inquire if all be just,
But take her goodness, as her grief, on trust,
Till calm reflection checks me, and I see
The heroine as she was, and ought to be ;
A bold, bad woman, wading to the throne “ODE TO DUEL.
Through seas of blood, and crimes till then un * Never didst thou appear
known: While Tiber's sons gave law to all the world;
Then, then I hate the magic that deceived,
And blush to think how fondly I believed.
There is a trait of scholarship in Mr. Jerningham's last And sa vage bruils 'twixt nobles are no more.
poem, which should not be overlooked ; more especially Vanish thou likewise"
as it is the only one. Having occasion to mention " Agave And these are DES, good heavens! "After the manner
and her infant,"': he subjoins the following explanation of Pindar," I take for granted.
"Alluding to Agave, who in a delirium slew her child. Enough of Mr. Greathead. I have only to add, that I
See Ovid." No, I'll take Mr. Jerningham's word for it,
though I had twenty Ovids before me. am actuated ly no personal dislike; for I can say with truth, (what, indeed, I can of all the heroes of the Maviad,)
* When this was written, which was while the Opera that I have not the slightest knowledge of him. But the
House was used for plays, the learned justiceg" here daws have strutted too long: it is more than time to strip
enumerated, logether with the others not yet taken, were them of their adventitious plumage ; and is, in doing it, I accustomed to flock nightly to this BENCH, from which should pluck off any feathers which originally belonged the unlettered vulgar were always scornfully repelled to them, they have only to thank their own vanity, or the with an ovdEis povoos. forwardness of their injudicious friends.
I have not hearl whether the New Theatre be possessed • And more, perhaps, than Jerningham can do. No; of such a one; I think not; for critics are no more greMr. Jerningham has lately written a tragedy and a farce; garious than spiders. Like them, they might do great both extremely well spoken of by the reviewers, and both things in concert; but, like them too, they usually end gone to the “pastry-cooks."
with devouring one another. I once thought that I understood something of faces, † Arno.-The dreams of this gentleman, which continue but I must read my Lavater again, I find. That a gentle to make their appearance in the Oracle, under the name man with the "physiognomie d'un mouton qui rêve" should of Thespis, are not always of Nereids. He dreamed one, suddenly start forth a new Tyrtrus, and pour a dreadful night that Mr. Pope played Posthumus with less spirit note through a cracked war-trump, amazes me.-Well, than usual, and it was Mr. Johnston singing GrammaFRONTI NULLA FIDES shall henceforth be my motto. chree! Another night, that the Mourning Bride might
In the pride of his heart Mr. Jerningham has taken the have been better cast, and lo! it was the Comedy of instrument from his mouth, and given me a smart stroke | Errors that was played. on the head with it: this is fair,
This was rather unfortunate ; but the reader must have "Cædimus, inque vicem præbemus crura sagittis.” already reflected, from the strange occupations of these He has also levelled a deadly blow at a gentleman who,
self-created judges,” (here faithfully described,) that most assuredly, never dreamed of having our Drawcansir
sleeping or waking, they were attentive to every thing for an antagonist: this, though not quite so fair is not but what passed before their eyes. altogether unprecedented;
I Pauper videri cotta vult, et est pauper! 6 An eagle, towering in his pride of place,
& Mr. Parsons' note on this passage is "Did you beWas by a mousing owl hawk'd at !"
LIEVE ? could you possibly be so ignorant ?"-Even so.
But I humbly conceive that Mr. Mason, who seduced 1 "These lines (Mr. Parons says) are not Greathead's.” But they are my unsuspecting youth, is equally culpable with myself published with his name in the Album ; which, exclusive of their stupidity, scient authority for me. If our doughty eritie chooses to take them to diell, I can have no objection; for, after all, pugna est de paupere rogao : 1
I See his "Peace, Ignominy, and Destruction," p. 15.
Not so, when Edgar,* made, in some strange plot, Forbid it, inspiration! Thus your pain
Is void, and ye have lived, for them, in vain: Struts from the field his enemy had won,
In vain for Crusca and his skipping school, On stately stilts, exulting and undone !
Cobbe, Reynolds, Andrews, and that nobler fool: Here I can only pity, only smile ;
Who naught but Laura's* tinkling trash admire. Where not one grace, one elegance of style, And the mad jangle of Matilda's* lyre. Redeems th' audacious folly of the rest, Truth sacrificed, and history made a jest.
* Laura's tinkling trash, &c.-I had amassed a world Let this, ye Cruscans,t if your heads be made
of this “ tinkling trash” for the behoof of the reader, but “Of penetrable stuff,” let this persuade
having, fortunately for him, mislaid it, and not being Your husky tribes their wanderings to restrain, disposed to undertake again the drudgery of wading Nor hope what taste and Mason fail'd to gain. through Mr. Bell's collections, I can only offer the litla Then let your style be brief, your meaning clear,
which occurs to my memory. Of this little, the merits Nor, like Lorenzo, i tire the labouring ear
must be principally shared among Mrs. Robinson, Mm.
Cowley, and Mr. Merry; With a wild waste of words ; sound without sense,
“ Et vos, O Lauri, carpam, et te, proxima Myrte, And all the florid glare of impotence.
Sic positæ quoniam suaves miscetis odores." Still with your characters your language change,
« let me fly From grave to gay, as nature dictates, range;
Where Greenland darkness drinks the beamy sky;" Now droop in all the plaintiveness of wo,
“But O! beware how thou dost fling Now in glad numbers light and airy flow;
Thy hot pulse o'er the quivering string" Now shake the stage with guilt's alarming tone,
“ Pluck from their dark and rocky bed And make the aching bosom all your own;
The yelling demons of the deep, Now- But I sing in vain ; from first to last
Who, soaring o'er the comet's head, Your joy is fustian, and your grief bombast :
The bosom of the welkin sweep." Rhetoric has banish'd reason ; kings and queens “And when the jolly full moon laughs, Vent in hy berboles their royal spleens ;
In her clear zenith to behold Guardsmen in metaphors express their hopes,
The envious stars withdraw their gleams of gold,
'Tis to thy health she stooping quaffs And “ maidens in white linen," howl in tropes.
The sapphire cup that fairy zephyrs bring !" Reverent I greet the bards of other days :
On considering these and the preceding lines, I was Blest be your names, and lasting be your praise !
tempted to indulge a wish that the Blue Stocking club From nature's varied face ye widely drew,
would issue an immediate order to Mr. Bell to examine And following ages own'd the copies true.
the cells of Bedlam. Certainly, if an accurate transcript 0! had our sots, who rhyme with headlong haste, were made from the “darkened walls” once or twice a And think reflection still a foe to taste,
quarter, an Album might be presented to the fashionable
world, more poetical, and far more rational, than any But brains your pregnant scenes to understand,
which they have lately honoured with their applause. And give us truth, though but at second hand, "Twere something yet! But no, they never look
" Why does thy stream of sweetest song
Foam on the mountain's murmuring side. Shall souls of fire, they cry, a tutor brook ?
Or through the vocal covert glide ?
“I heard a tune ful phantom in the wind, There is also one William Shakspeare, who, I am ready to take my oath, is a notorious offender in this way :
I saw it watch the rising moon afar, having led not only me, but divers others, into the most
Wet with the weeping of the twilight star. gross and ridiculous errors; making us laugh, cry, &c.,
“The pilgrim who with tearful eye shall viow for persons whom we ought to have known to be mere
The moon's wan lustre in the midnight dew, nonentities.
Soothed by her light " But Mr. Parsons has happily obtained an obdurate and This is an admirable reason for his crying 1-but what! impassable head : let him, therefore, "give God thanks, Un sot trouve toujours un plus sot qui l'admire. Mr. and make no boast of it." He is a wide and a wary Bell is in raptures with it, and very properly recommends reader, and follows the most judicious Bottom, who having, it to the admiration of Della Crusca, as being the produclike himself, too much sagacity to be imposed upon by a tion of "a congenial soul." There is also another judifeigned character, was laudably anxious to undeceive cious critic, one Dr. Tasker, (should it not be Dr. Trusthe world. "No," quoth he, “let him thrust his face ller ?) who has given a decided opinion, it seems, in favour through the lion's neck, and say, if you think I come hither of the writer's abilities; which may console her for the as a lion, it were pity of my life—no, I am no such thing: sneers of fifty such envious scribblers as the author of I am a man, as other men are ;-and then, indeed, let the Baviad. him name his name, and tell them plainly he is SNUG | And first you shall hear what Mrs. Robinson says of the joiner."
Dr. Tasker.—"The learned and ingenious Dr. Tasker, * Edgar Atheling.–See the “Battle of Hastings," a in the third volume of his elegant and critical works, tragedy by Mr. Cumberland.
has PRONOUNCED some of Mrs. Robinson's poems superior + Ye Cruscans !
to those of Milton on the same subject, particularly her O voi, che della Crusca vi chiamate,
Address to the Nightingale. The praises of 80 competent Come quei che farina non avendo
and disinterested a judge, STAMPS celebrity that neither Di quella a tutto pasto vi saziate !
time nor envy can obliterate."-Oracle, Dec. 10.
Next you shall hear what Dr. Tasker says of Mrs. RoLorenzo.- "A lamentable tragedy by Della Crusca,
binson. mized full of pleasant mirth.” The house laughed a-good at it, but Mr. Harris cried sadly. Here is another instance,
“ In ancient Greece by two fair forms were soen if it were wanted, of the bad effects of prostitute applause!
Wisdom's stern goddess, and Love's smiling queen; Could Mr. Harris, if his mind had not been previously
Pallas presided over arms and arts, warped by the eternal puffs of Bell and his followers,
And Venus over gentle virgins' hearts; have supposed, for a moment, that a knack of stringing
But now both powers in one fair form combine, together" hoar hills," and "rippling rills," and "red skies
And in famed Robinson united shine." glare," and "thin, thin air," qualified a man for writing “This lady,equally celebrated in the polite and literary tragedy?
I circles, has honoured Mr."-LO! the Dr. has dwindled
But Crusca still has merit, and may claim
'Tis just-for what three kindred souls have done, No humble station in the ranks of fame ;
Is most unfairly charged, I ween, on one. He taught us first the language to refine,
Pardon, my learned friend! With watery eyes, To crowd with beauties every sparkling line, Thy growing fame to truth I sacrifice; Oid phrases with new meanings to dispense, To many a sonnet call thy claims in doubt, Amuse the fancy,—and confound the sense! And,“ at one entrance, shut thy glory out.” 0, void of reason! Is it thus you praise
Yet mewl thou still. Shall my lord's dormouse die, A linsey-Woolsey song, framed with such ease, And low in dust without a requiem lie? Such vacancy of thought, that every line
No, mewl thou still : and, while thy d- join Might tempt e'en Vaughan to whisper, “ This is Their melancholy symphonies to thine,
My righteous verse shall labour to restore Vaughan! well remember'd. He, good man, The well earned fame it robb'd them of before : complains
Edwin, whatever elegies of wo That I affix'd his name to Edwin's strains : Drop from the gentle mouths of Vaughan and Co.,
To this or that, henceforth no more confined, into plain Mr.—"has honoured Mr. Tasker's poetical and other productions with high and distinguished marks
Shall, like a surname, take in all the kind. of her approbation."--Gazetteer, Jan. 16.
Right! cry the brethren. When the heavenWhy this is the very song of Prodicus, o Xelp TNU XEL
born muse Make-for the rest, I trust my readers will readily Shames her descent, and, for low, earthly views, subscribe to the praises which these most " competent
Hums o'er a beetle's bier the doleful stave, and disinterested judges" have reciprocally lavished upon
Or sits chief mourner at a May-bug's grave, each other. But allons!
Satire should scourge her from the vile employ, " My hand, at night's fell noon,
And bring her back to friendship, love, and joy. Plucks from the tresses of the moon
But spare Cesario,* Carlos,t Adelaide,
The truest poetess! the truest maid !
laying before the public another effusion of the same ex
quisite pen. That loves my mournful song to seize,
It will be found, I flatter myself, not less beautiful And bears it to the mountain breeze."
than the former; and fully prove that the author, though Here we find that listening to the wind, and singing to it, ostensibly devoted to elegy, can, on a proper occasion, are one and the same thing; and that-but I can make I assume an air of gayety, and be "profound" with €28; Dothing of the rest.
and instructive with elegance. # When in black obtrusive clouds The chilly moon her pale cheek shrouds,
Εδουιν προλογίζει. I mark the twinkling starry train
“ Om the circumstance of a mastiff's running furiously Exulting glitter in her wane,
(sad dog !) toroard tuno young ladies, and, upon coming And proudly gleam their borrow'd light
up to them, becoming instantly gentle (good dog) and To gem the sombre dome of night."
tractable." Whatan admirable observeror nature is this great poetess! Tantum ad parrandum argumentum est benignitas! The stars trinkling in a cloudy night, and gleaming “ When Orpheus took his lyre lo hell, their bortoured lustre, is superlatively good. I had almost
To fetch his rib away, forgot to observe that these and the preceding lines are
On that same thing he pleased so well, laken from the Ode to the Nightingale, so superior, in the
That devils learn'd to play. reverend judgment of Dr. Tasker, to one of a Mr. John “Besides, in books it may be read, Milton on the same subject.
That whilst he swept the lute, " The lightning's rays
Grim Cerberus hung his gavage head, Leap through the night's scarce pervious gloom,
And lay astoundly mute. Attracted by" (what! for a ducat ?)
“But here we can with justice say, & Attracted by the rose's bloom !
That nature rivals art ; "Let but thy lyre impatient seize
He sang a mastiff's rage away, Departing twilight's filmy breeze,
You look'd one through the heart." That winds th' enchanting chords among
Fecit Edwin. In lingering labyrinths of song."
* Cesario. In the Baviad are a few stanzas of a most * See in the clouds its mast the proud bark laves, delectable ode to an owl. They were ascribed to Arno; Scorning the aid of ocean's humble waves!"
nor was I conscious of any mistake, till I received a polite From this it appears, that Mrg. Cowley imagines proud note from that gentleman, assuring me that he was not barks to float on their masts. It is proper to mention only not the author of them, but (horresco referens) that that the vessel takes such extraordinary state on herself, he thought thern "execrable." Mr. Bell, on the other because she carries Della Crusca !
hand, affirms them to be “ admirable." - From a young grove's shade,
“Who shall decide when doctors disagree ?" Whose infant boughs but mock th' expecting glade !
Be this as it may, I am happy lo say that I have discoSweet sounds stole forth, upborne upon the gale,
vered the true author. They were written by Cesario; Press'd through the air, and broke upon the vale;
and as I rather incline to Mr. Bell, pace Arno dixerim, Then silent walk'd the breezes of the plain,
I shall make no scruple of laying the remainder of this Or soar'd aloft, and seized the hovering strain."
“mellifluous piece" before the reader. Della Crusca.
“ Slighted love the soul subduing, The force of folly can no farther go!
Silent sorrow chills the heart, • Edwin's strains.--If the reader will turn to the con.
Treacherous fancy still pursuing, clusion of the Band, he will find a delicious Emirablov
Still repels the poison'd dart. on a lame mnoux, Ly this gentleman. As it seemed to give universal .txfaction, I embrace the opportunity of 1 + See note t, 1st col. p. 178. I See note f, ib