Where RICHARDS wakes a genuine poet's fires, For me, who thus unasked have dared to tell No just applause her honoured name shall lose, Then, hapless Britain! be thy rulers blest ! (1) The «< Aboriginal Britons,» an excellent poem by RICHARDS. (2) A friend of mine being asked why his Grace of P. was Yet once again adieu! ere this the sail Shall drag my common-place book on the stage: likened to an old woman? replied, «he supposed it was because he was past bearing. » (1) Calpe is the ancient name of Gibraltar. (2) Stamboul is the turkish word for Constantinople. (5) Lord VALENTIA (whose tremendous travels are forthcoming with due decorations, graphical, topographical, and typographical) deposed, on Sir JoOHN CARR's unlucky suit, that DUBOIS's satire prevented his purchase of the « Stranger in Ireland. »—Oh fie, my Lord! has your Lordship no more feeling for a fellow-tourist? but « two of a trade, they say, elc. (6) Lord ELGIN would fain persuade us that all the figures, with and without noses, in his stone-shop, are the work of Phidias! « Credat Judæus! >> Of Dardan tours let Dilettanti tell, Thus far I've held undisturbed career, my Prepared for rancour, steeled 'gainst selfish fear: (1) Mr. GELL'S Topography of Troy and Ithaca cannot fail to ensure the approbation of every man possessed of classical taste, as well for the information Mr. G. conveys to the mind of the reader, as for the ability and research the respective works display. Learned to deride the critic's starch decree, And break him on the wheel he meant for me; Το spurn the rod a scribbler bids me kiss, Nor care if courts and crowds applaud or hiss Nay more, though all my rival rhymesters frown, I too can hunt a Poetaster down; : And, armed in proof, the gauntlet cast at once POSTSCRIPT (). I have been informed, since the present edition went to the Press, that my trusty and well-beloved cousins, the Edinburgh Reviewers, are preparing a most vehement critique on my poor, gentle, unresisting Muse whom they have already so bedeviled with their ungodly ribaldry: I suppose I must say of JEFFREY as Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK saith, «<an I had known he was so cunning of fence, I had seen him damned ere I had fought him. » What a pity it is that I shall be beyond the Bosphorus before the next number has passed the Tweed. But I yet hope to light my pipe with it in Persia. My Northern friends have accused me, with justice, of personality towards their great literary Anthropophagus, JEFFREY; but what else was to be done with him and his dirty pack, who feed «by lying and slandering,» and slake their thirst by << evil-speaking? » I have adduced facts already well known, and of Jeffrey's mind I have stated my free opinion, nor has he thence sustained any injury ;—what scavenger was ever soiled by being pelted with mud? It may be said that I quit England because I have censured there, << persons of honour and wit about town;» but I am coming back again, and their vengeance will keep hot till my return. Those who know me can testify that my motives for leaving England are very different from fears, literary or personal; those who do not, may one day be convinced. Since the publication of this thing, my name has not been concealed; I have been mostly in London, ready to answer for my transgressions, and in daily expectation of sundry cartels; but, alas! << The age of chivalry is over, » or, in the vulgar tongue, there is no spirit now-a-days. (1) Published to the Second Edition. |