Her fifth to call her maids and go to bed;

Her sixth, to stab herself; her seventh, to sentence The lash to Baba:—but her grand resource

Was to sit down again and

cry, of course.

CXL.

She thought to stab herself, but then she had

The dagger close at hand, which made it awkward;

For eastern stays are little made to pad,

So that a poniard pierces if 'tis stuck hard: She thought of killing Juan-but, poor lad!

Though he deserved it well for being so backward, The cutting off his head was not the art Most likely to attain her aim—his heart.

CXLI.

Juan was moved: he had made up his mind
To be impaled or quarter'd as a dish
For dogs, or to be slain with pangs refined,
Or thrown to lions, or made baits for fish,
And thus heroically stood resigned,

Rather than sin-except to his own wish:
But all his great preparatives for dying
Dissolved like snow before a woman crying.

CXLII.

As through his palms Bob Acres' valour oozed,
So Juan's virtue ebb'd, I know not how;
And first he wonder'd why he had refused;
And then if matters could be made up now;

And next his savage virtue he accused,
Just as a friar may accuse his vow,

Or as a dame repents her of her oath,

Which mostly ends in some small breach of both.

CXLIII.

So he began to stammer some excuses;

But words are not enough in such a matter,
Although you borrow'd all that e'er the Muses
Have sung, or even a Dandy's dandiest chatter,
Or all the figures Castlereagh abuses,

Just as a languid smile began to flatter
His peace was making, but before he ventured
Further, old Baba rather briskly enter'd.

CXLIV.

"Bride of the Sun! and Sister of the Moon!"

('Twas thus he spake,)" and Empress of the Earth! Whose frown would put the spheres all out of tune, Whose smile makes all the planets dance with mirth, Your slave brings tidings-he hopes not too soonWhich your sublime attention may be worth: The Sun himself has sent me like a ray To bint that he is coming up this way."

CXLV.

"Is it," exclaim'd Gulleyaz, " as you say?

I wish to heaven he would not shine till morning! But bid my women form the milky way;

Hence, my old comet! give the stars due warningAnd, Christian! mingle with them as you may,

And as you'd have me pardon your past scorning—” Here they were interrupted by a humming Sound, and then a cry, "the Sultan's coming!"

CXLVI.

First came her damsels, a decorous file,

And then his Highness' eunuchs, black and white; The train might reach a quarter of a mile:

His mejesty was always so polite

As to announce his visits a long while
Before he came, especially at night;
For being the last wife of the emperor,
She was of course the favourite of the four.

CXLVII.

His highness was a man of solemn port,
Shawled to the nose, and bearded to the eyes,
Snatched from a prison to preside at court,
His lately bowstrung brother caused his rise;
He was as good a sovereign of the sort
As any mentioned in the histories
Of Cantemir, or Knolles, where few shine
Save Solyman, the glory of their line.*

*It may not be unworthy of remark, that Bacon, in his essay on "Empire," hints that Solyman was the last of his line; on what authority, I know not. These are his words; "The destruction of Mustapha was so fatal to Solyman's line, as the succession of the Turks from Solyman, until this day, is suspected to be untrue, and of strange blood; for that Solymus the second was thought to be suppositious." But Bacon, in his historical authorities, is often inaccurate. I could give half a dozen instances from his apophthegms only.

Being in the humour of criticism, I shall proceed, after having ventured upon the slips of Bacon, to touch on one or two as trifling in the edition of the British Poets, by the justly celebrated Campbell.-But I do this in good will, and trust it will be so taken.-If any thing could add to my opi nion of the talents and true feeling of that gentleman, it would be his classical, honest, and triumphant defence of Pope, against the vulgar cant of the day, and its existing Grub-street.

The inadvertencies to which I allude are,--

Firstly, in speaking of Anstey, whom he accuses of having taken "his leading characters from Smollet." Anstey's Bath Guide was published in 1766, Smollet's Humphrey Clinker (the only work of Smollet's from which Tabitha, &c. &c. could have been taken) was written during Smollet's last residence at Leghorn in 1770,- Argal," if there has been any borrowing Anstey must be the creditor, and not the debtor. I refer Mr. Campbell to his own data in his lives of Smollet and Anstey.

Secondly, Mr. Campbell says in the life of Cowper (note to page 385, vol. 7.) that" be knows not to whom Cowper alludes in these lines:

"Nor he who, for the bane of thousands born,

Built God a church, and laugh'd his word to scorn."

The Calvinist meant Voltaire, and the church of Ferney, with its inscription "Deo erexit Voltaire.'

Thirdly, in the life of Burns, Mr. C. quotes Shakspeare thus,"To gild refined gold, to paint the rose,

Or add fresh perfume to the violet."

This version by no means improves the original, which is as follows:

CXLVIII.

He went to mosque in state, and said his prayers
With more than "Oriental scrupulosity;"
He left to his visier all state affairs,

And showed but little royal curiosity:

I know not if he had domestic cares

No process proved connubial animosity;

Four wives and twice five hundred maids, unseen,
Were ruled as calmly as a christian queen.

CXLIX.

If now and then there happened a slight slip,
Little was heard of criminal or crime;
The story scarcely passed a single lip—”

The sack and sea had settled all in time,
From which the secret nobody could rip:

The public knew no more than does this rhyme;
No scandals made the daily press a curse-
Morals were better, and the fish no worse,

CL.

He saw with his own eyes the moon was round,
Was also certain that the earth was square,
Because he had journey'd fifty miles, and found
No sign that it was circular any where;

"To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet," &c.

King John.

A great poet quoting another should be correct; he should also be accurate, when he accuses a Parnassian brother of that dangerous charge "borrowing;" a poet had better borrow any thing (excepting money) than the thoughts of another-they are always sure to be reclaimed; but it is very hard, having been the lender to be denounced as the debtor, as is the case of Anstey versus Smollett.

As there is "honour amongst thieves," let there be some amongst poets, and give each his due,--none can afford to give it more than Mr. Campbell himself, who with a high reputation for originality, and a fame which cannot be shaken, is the only poet of the times (except Rogers,) who can be reproached (and in him it is indeed a reproach) with having written too little.

His empire also was without a bound:

'Tis true, a little troubled here and there, By rebel pachas, and encroaching giours,

But then they never came to " The Seven Towers;"

CLI.

Except in shape of envoys, who were sent

To lodge there when a war broke out, according To the true law of nations, which ne'er meant

Those scoundrels, who have never had a sword in Their dirty diplomatic hands to vent

Their spleen in making strife, and safely wording Their lies, ycleped despatches, without risk or The singeing of a single inky whisker.

CLII.

He had fifty daughters and four dozen sons,
Of whom all such as came of age were stowed,
The former in a palace, where like nuns

They lived till some bashaw was sent abroad,
When she, whose turn it was, wedded at once,
Sometimes at six years old-though this seems odd,
'Tis true; the reason is, that the Bashaw
Must make a present to his sire-in-law.

CLIII.

His sons were kept in prison, till they grew
Of years to fill a bowstring or the throne,
One or the other, but which of the two

Could yet be known unto the fates alone;
Meantime the education they went through
Was princely, as the proofs have always shown:
So that the heir apparent still was found
No less deserving to be hang'd than crown'd.