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ed, was considered, for a mill, the first man into circulation, accounting for Darts' losing in the fleet, and was patronised by Captain the battle, that Colonel O'Kelly, one of the Perceval. When at Portsmouth, he per- most celebrated sportsmen upon the turf, formed a number of feats of strength, and and who, undoubtedly, was awake to every one, among the number, was beating a maneuvre in gambling that could be tried whole press-gang, and breaking the lieu. on with any degree of certainty, either on tenant's sword over his head. Peter, on the turf or at the table, play or pay-cockleaving the navy, came to London, and pit, or racquets, backed his countryman for took the Black Horse, in Dyot-street, St a large amount; but to make his bets dead Giles's, where his disposition was experi. sure, on the night previous to the fight, he enced to be generous, truly good-natured, presented Darts with one hundred pounds and remarkably tender-hearted. As a pu• not even to try to win the battle, but posigilist, he was a first-rate article, possessing tively to lose it. Surely no thorough-bred bottom which could not be excelled, as he sportsman could commit such a bare-faced did not know how to shift, and scorned to robbery! And, upon the best information, fall 'without a knock-down blow ! Peter we are assured, that Darts, in his prime, was denominated a straight fighter ; put in was never half man enough for Corcoran ! his blows with uncommon force ; and pos. “ Sam Peters, who fought Peter at Wal. sessed great confidence in his own powers. tham-Abbey, in Essex, was the best man, His attitude was considered too erect, his according to Corcoran's own account, that arms not sufficiently extended, by which ever set-to with him. It was a complete hammeans his guard was incomplete. But mering fight; and, at the expiration of ten Corcoran was distinguished for the use of minutes, Peters declared he was satisfied ; both his hands with equal facility; his aim and Corcoran's body for several days afterwas generally correct, and he scarcely ever wards was entirely black, the bruises were missed the object in view ; and was pecu- so extremely severe. liarly successful in taking advantage of “ Corcoran, who had hitherto beat all any trifling neglect in his adversary, and the men which had been brought against him, likewise celebrated for an extraordinary and whose powers appeared not in the least jumper.
diminished, was now doomed to sink fast into “ Peter had several scholars, among obscurity, from his memorable contest with whom was Big Pitt, well known for many Sellers, a West Countryman. There is a years as one of the turnkeys of Newgate, a considerable mystery hanging over that man of uncommon size and strength ; and transaction, and it was most undoubtedly, being one night at Joyces's house, a pugi. at the period when they fought, October 16, list, in the Haymarket, brim full of con. 1776, the general opinion of the sporting ceit, surrounded by fighting men, foolishly world, that it was a complete do ! it being exclaimed, that some of the milling coves well understood that Sellers was deficient in had taught their pupils so well, that many science and bottom when placed in competiof them were able to beat their masters !' tion with Peter. The battle was for one Upon which Peter instantly got up, and ad- hundred guineas, and decided at Staines dressing himself to Pitt- What's that you On the set-to, Peter (who had always fought say, you spalpeen? come, come out ! Pitt for victory previous to this combat,) began, stood up, but received such a leveller upon as usual, and drove Sellers about the stage the head, as completely knocked all recola like a shuttle-cock, and put in a blow so lection out of him, for a few minutes, of powerful in its effect, as to knock down Selwhat he had been throwing-off about ! and lers, who fell at a considerable distance upon recovering himself, acknowledged he from him. The odds were considerably had been most woefully deceived.
high on Peter ; who, as if recollecting that “ Peter beat one Turner, who fought he had done too much, immediately suffer. him for twenty pounds ; and although the ed himself, so as to make it have the aplatter had beaten the Nailer, yet, in the pearance of a fight, to be beat about the hands of Corcoran, he was soon disposed of. stage for ten minutes, when he gave in!
“ In the Long-fields, behind the British This contest, if it can be so called, took Museum, Peter had a good battle with one twenty-three minutes. The knowing ones Dalton, an Irishman; and also with Jack were completely dished, at least, those who Davies. They were both beaten dread. were in the secret, and the poor Paddies fully
were literally ruined, as many of them had " A desperate contest took place in backed their darling boy with every farthing Moorfields, between Smiler, the brickmaker, they possessed. St Giles was in a complete and Corcoran, when Peter was again victo- uproar with mutterings and disapprobation rious.
at Peter's conduct ! * The famous Bill Darts now mounted “ Previous to the fight, Peter's house the state with Corcoran, for two hundred was almost destitute of any liquor—and he pounds, to give additional sport to Epsom had been threatened with an execution for races. The set-to commenced with cautious rent, &c. ; but in a day or two after the sparring upon the part of Darts, who soon set-lo, the house was flowing with all sorts discovered that he would not win; and in a of spirits, &c., graced with plenty of new short time gave in! A singular report crept pots; the inside and out painted, and every
thing got up in a superior style to what it Alas! we cannot, when thinking of had ever been witnessed before and the Bill Stevens and Peter Corcoran, exvery next morning after the mill, Peter claim Corcoran was playing at shuttles at the Blackeney's Head, St Giles's, with all the "Heu pietas, heu prisca fides, invictaque bello activity and cheerfulness of a man who had Dextra !” never been engaged at all in pugilism. He But the age of Johnson and Big Ben shortly afterwards sunk into beggary and
succeeds, and while we exclaim contempt, and was as much despised as he had been before respected: and was so “ Visions of glory share our aching sight," miserably poor at his decease, that his re
we also find that our limits render mains were interred by subscription ! Reminding us, that
it necessary that we defer our account
of those distinguished Gluttons to anoAct well your part-there all the honour lies!"
« Honour and shame from no condition rise,
to meet the first doubts and difficul. Whoever has taken a philosophical ties that spring up in the mind of the view of the science and practice of musical tyro, in the execution of music, must feel much interest in the which it explains (by means of a new Queries put by a Correspondent in but simple theory, in perfect consoyour Twenty-Eighth Number,--Que- nance with all received musical facts) ries which are by no means answered all the questions left unanswered by in the succeeding one.
the most scientific writers. It is true It happens, however, that our mo- that this theory is assumed in the first dern musical professors seem to think instance; but its proofs and explanaa philosophical view of the subject to-' tions go hand in hand, so as to be intally unnecessary-confining them- telligible to the youngest beginner, selves to the routine of practice, and and, I should conceive, convincing to replying to every question beyond that the most inquisitive. with the general answer 'Tis the The theory is, that musical sounds nature of the key."
have their origin in human feeling, So far indeed they are right. It is and therefore spring up first in the the nature of the key; but if they are human mind; that utterance is given asked, why it is the nature of the to them by the human voice, in conkey?" their science is at an end. Just sonance with which are the powers of like the Indians, who place the world sonorous inanimate bodies ; and that upon an elephant, and the elephant they are carried back to the mind by upon a tortoise, but are puzzled when the human ear. asked “ what the tortoise stands up- It assumes, that when a human bo
dy is in a state of musical perfection, Even the best writers give up cer- then the mind, the larynx, and the tain points in despair, saying, that ear, are all tuned in perfect unison, they can only refer certain musical which unison may be disturbed in phenomena “ to the will of the Crea- any one of them by certain causes, tor,” and decline any farther investi- when the disturbed member changes gation of the intermediate causes; its key, and tunes the other two in and well indeed may they do so, ar- unison with that change. guing up to musical feeling and ex- It divides all the feelings of the pression from the vibrations of the human frame, mental or corporeal, minor chord, or to the more artificial under two heads, pleasure and pain. arrangement of a keyed instrument. It shews that each of these, in a state
But, sir, I can inform your Querist, of nature, or infancy, prompts to the that he will find a plain, ready, and utterance of sounds, which, under the simple solution to all his doubts and influence of the first, are uttered in difficulties in a small work, published certain intervals, ascending in the maby Sherwood & Co. about four years jor. key, and under the influence of ago, under the humble and unassum- the second, are uttered in similar ining title of the “ Piano-forte Pocket tervals descending in the minor key. Companion;" a work whose object is It shews that the first is that natu
ral octave of the human voice, with of a relaxed fibre, of a relaxed and a which the ascending middle octave of widened larynx ; also, that the tymC major, in a piano-forte or organ, is panum of the human ear is a series of tuned in unison; and that the second musical fibres capable of being tuned to is that natural octave of the human every possible key of each mood, whose voice, with which the descending mide vibrations, elicited by unisons and by dle octave of C minor is tuned in uni- concords, give bodily as well as menson,—the key of A natural being so tal pleasure ; or if elicited by discords, only in regard to the artificial arrange- or sounds out of tune, give bodily as ment of the tones and keys on the in. well as mental pain; but, in both strument.
cases, pleasure and pain being interIt shews that all the doubts and woven, just as the point of a pendifficulties, in regard to the minor key, knife applied to the sole of the foot are easily explicable on the principle may either tickle or lacerate. of its being naturally a descending key, It shews that the common phrase the flats and sharps in its ascent being of being out of tune is literally true, merely artificial ; and that the trans- and explanatory of various difficulties; position of the last semitone in descent and it reconciles the whole artificial is nothing more than a natural modu- arrangements and variations of differlation into a major key, after relieving ent instruments to its own general the feelings by the utterance of sounds principle. in a minor octave. • It advances the anatomical theory, I may close by observing, that althat the major key is the natural con- most every one of the Musical Queries sequence of a braced fibre, of a braced is in itself a proof of the truth of this and contracted larynx ; and that the new theory.-Yours, minor key is the natural consequence
ON THE COCKNEY SCHOOL OF POETRY.
This is a posthumous publication, Haydon ought not to paint portraits and has been given to the world, we of ordinary men-mere statesmen or understand, by the author's executors, warriors - your Cannings and your Mr John Keats, Mr Vincent Novello, Wellingtons, and so forth; but poets and Mr Benjamin Haydon. Such, at belong to a higher order of beings, and least, is the town-talk. We wish that the Raphael of the Cockneys need not these gentlemen had given us a short to have blushed to paint the divine life of their deceased friend; but that, countenance of their Milton. to be sure, would have been a delicate But we must put up the best way task. We have heard it whispered, we can with the want of a Life and that they found among his papers a Face, and rest satisfied with the image quire of hot-pressed wire-wove, gilt of the mind. It is not easy to explain Autobiography. Why not publish se- why Leigh Hunt, the most fierce delect portions of that? Neither have mocrat and demagogue of his day, and they given us a Face. This was un- whose habits and courses of life were kind, for no man admired his face altogether so very vulgar, should have more than poor Hunt; and many and been so fond of dedications to great oft is the time that we have stood by people. “My dear Byron,” was quite him, at pond and stream, when he a bright thought; and we have sometried to catch a reflected glimpse of times imagined what “ confusion his “ perked-up mouth” and “ crisp worse confounded” must have reigned curls” in the liquid element. The in the box at Hampstead, when the blame of this omission lies entirely at maid-servant announced his lordship, Mr Haydon's door, and we call upon more especially if it happened to be him to justify himself before the pub- washing-day. lic.
A great historical painter like “ Even in our ashes live their wonted fires,"
Foliage ; or Poems Original and Translated; by Leigh Hunt. London, C. and J. Ollier. 1818.
and accordingly, we have now a post- himself, and figures away in the charhumous dedication, beginning, My acter of the Grand Signor. The foldear Sir John.” Oh! what a falling lowing is a sketch of part of his seoff is there! Why, had the Cockney raglio. lived a few years longer, he might Most exquisite it was indeed to see have descended into a plain, paltry How those blithe damsels guided variously,
My dear Sir;" and then there would Before, behind, beside. Some forward stood have been an end of all his greatness. As in well-managed chariots, or pursued From “ My dear Lord,” the ascent Their trusting way as in self-moving ones ; would have been easy to “My dear And some sat up, or as in tilted chair Duke;" thence to “My dear Regent;" With silver back seemed slumbering through
the air, and when earthly potentate could not satisfy the bard's ambition, he might Or leaned their cheek against a pillowy place have dedicated a half-guinea volume They felt the air, or heard aerial tunes.
As if upon their smiling, sleepy face to Pan or Apollo.
Some were like maids who sit to wash their The main features of this posthu- feet mous volume are, we are told, “a love On rounded banks beside a rivulet ; of sociality, of the country, and of the Some sat in shade beneath a curving jut fine imagination of the Greeks ;" and As at a small hill's foot ; it is on that account dedicated to Sir And some behind upon a sunny mound John Swinburne, Bart. whom “
With twinkling eyes. Another only shewed tional piety and a manly patriotism On the far side a foot and leg, that glowed does not hinder froin putting the Tnrning her from us like a suckling mother;
Under the cloud; a sweeping back another, Phidian Jupiter over his organ and She next, a side, lifting her arms to tỉe flowers at the end of his room.' This Her locks into a flowing knot; and she is a very mystical sentence. Rational That followed her, a smooth down-arching piety and manly patriotism, as far as thigh we can see, need no more hinder Sir Tapering with tremulous mass internally. John Swinburne from doing that, Others lay partly sunk, as if in bed, than from wearing buckskin-breeches Shewing a white raised bosom and dark head, and boots when he takes a m
And dropping out an arm.
morning ride, or from having a turkey-carpet in his Several scores more of King Leigh the drawing-room. But both rational piety First's Beauties are described by the and manly patriotismought, in our opin- pencil of his enamoured majestyion, to prevent Sir John Swinburne and at the conclusion we are told by from admiring either the story of Ri- him that mini or the Examiner newspaper ; for
Every lady bowed the first is an affected piece of immor- A little from its side without a word, ality, and the second has for twelve And swept my lids with breathless lips serene, years past been endeavouring to sap
As Alan's mouth was stooped to by a Queen. the foundations of all social institu- But we, “ who are ignorant of all notions, and of the Christian religion. ble theories,” must not presume to Sir John Swinburne is, we believe, a guess at the meaning of these free highly respectable person, and must nymphs, or at the construction which hate and despise licentiousness, sedi. Mr Hunt may have put on their contion, and impiety. A dedication to descensions. him, by a writer who so largely dealt The love of sociality, however, in all of these as the late Leigh Hunt, breaks out, at page 40, in a poem enis a gross public insult, not to himself titled Fancy's Party. Mr Hunt and a alone, but to the country-gentlemen few choice spirits are sipping tea in his of England.
parlour—and cherishing their knees." Let us see in what way the deceased at the fire, as he elsewhere snugly Cockney exhibits his love of sociality says—when it would appear that the -of the country—and of the fine im- Harlequin of Sadler's Wells, who we agination of the Greeks.
believe was an intimate friend of
Leigh's, strikes the chimney-piece I. His love of sociality.
with his sword, Few traits of this amiable disposi- And hey, what's this? the walls, look, tion are discernible in the chief poem of this collection, the Nymphs. On And now they are bent
Are wrinkling as a skin does ; the contrary, Mr Hunt seems desirous To a silken tent, to have these fair ladies entirely to And there are chrystal windows ;
to chat to,
And look I there's a balloon love! liam Hazlitt- and perhaps obliged, Round and bright as the moon above. after all, to put up for the night at Now we loosen-Now-take care ; Old Mother Red-Cap’s! Mr Hunt What a spring from earth was there ! then exultingly exclaims, soon as he Like an angel mounting fierce,
has got the Monarch of Olympus and We have shot the night with a pierce ; the Lecturer at the Surrey Institution And the moon, with slant-up beam,
out of his house, Makes our starting faces gleam. Lovers below will stare at the sight,
Now this I call passing a few devout hours, And talk of the double moon last night.
Beseeming a world that has friendship and
flowers, Mr Hunt's notions of sociality are very That has lips also, made for still more than moderate ones indeed ; and we know not what will be thought of them by And if it has rain, has a rainbow for that those whom he calls - the once cheer- too! ful gentry of this war and money. Who ever supposed that lips were injured land.” Reader, if thou art an made only to chat to ? Their ordinary honest, stout county squire, what use is to chat with and really all their thinkst thou of the following debauch other little agreeable offices are too of two Cockney's, Hunt and Hazlitt.
universally acknowledged to allow Then tea made by one, who although my Leigh Hunt to claim the honour of wife she be,
discovery. If Jove were to drink it, would soon be his
Under the head of “ Love of SociHebe, Then silence a little, a creeping twilight,
ality” we now make room for only Then an egg for your supper with lettuces
one passage more from an epistle to white,
Charles Lamb, who has for many years And a moon and friend's arm to go home past been in the very reprehensible with at night.
habit of allowing Mr Hunt and Mr In this passage we have " the love of Hazlitt to suck his brains, at team sociality, of the country and of the fine drinkings and select suppers, to steal imagination of the Greeks," all in one. from him his ingenious fancies, and What does Sir John Swinburne think to send them out into the world woof the Phidian Jove at his fourth cup fully bedizened in the Cockney uniof tea, putting his spoon across it, or form. Mr Coleridge, too, used to be fairly turning the cup upside down, plundered in this way-and one evenin imitation of the custom of Cock ing of his fine, rich, overflowing moaigne, to ensure himself against the nologue would amply furnish out a lecfifth dilution? Then, think of the ture on poetry, or anything else, at the delicacy of the compliment paid to the Surrey Institution. "Let that simplelady who pours out the gun-powder! minded man of genius, Charles Lamb, Jupiter drinking tea at Hampstead beware of such ungrateful plunderers with Mr and Mrs Hunt, and Mr Haz
- nor allow himself to be flattered by litt!
their magnificent compliments. “ Cedite Romani Scriptores Cedite Graii.” You'll guess why I can't see the snowThe affable arch-angel, supping with
covered streets, Adam and Eve in Paradise, is nothing Without thinking of you and your visiting to the Father of Gods and Men eating When you call to remembrance how you
feats! muffins with the Editor of a Sunday and one more, newspaper. There, Mr Benjamin Hay- When I wanted it most, used to knock at don, is a grand historical subject for your pencil. Shut yourself up again For when the sad winds told us rain would for seven years in sublime solitude, come down, and Raphael and Michael Angelo are Or show upon snow fairly clogged up the One is at a loss to know if
town, Jupiter staid supper. Short commons
And dun yellow fogs brooded over it's white, for a god who, in days of yore, went
So that scarcely a being was seen towards
night, to sleep on Juno's bosom, full of nec
Then, then said the lady yelept near and dear! tar and ambrosia
“ Now mind what I tell you,--the Li's will An egg for his supper with lettuces white !
be here." Then think of letting Jove decamp,
So I poked up the flame, and she got out
the tea! without so much as once offering him And down we both sat, as prepared as could a bed-leaning on the arm of Mr Wil- be !