As for the smaller fry, who swarm in shoals, To scrawl in verse) from Eond-street, or the Square? No Muse will cheer, with renovating smile, The paralytic puling of CARLISLE: The puny school-boy and his early lay But who forgives the senior's ceaseless verse, With you, ye Druids! rich in native lead, Has crush'd, without remorse, your numerous band ↑ What would be the sentiments of the Persian Anarrenn, Hariz, could he rise from his splendid sepul hre at Sheeraz, where he reposes with FERDOUA and SADI, the Oriental HowER and GATULLUS, and bebold his name assumed by one Story of Duomone, the most impudent and execrable of i terary poachers for the daily prints! 2 The Farl of Carlisle has lately published an eighteenpenny pamphlet on the state of the stage, and offers his plan for building a ne theatre it is to be hoped his lordship will be permitted to bring for ward any thing for the stage, except his own tragedies. 1. Doff that hon s bide, And hang a calf-skin on those terreant limbs., Lord C.'s works, most resplendently bound, form a conspicuous ora ment to his book-shelves The rest is all but leather and prunella.. 4 MELVILLE'S Mantle, a parody on Elijah Mantle, a poem. Whose strains, the faithful echoes of her mind, When some brisk youth, the tenant of a stall, St Crispin quits, and cobbles for the Muse, If chance some wicked wag should pass his jest, To the famed throng now paid the tribute due, ↑ This lovely latle Jess'ca, the daughter of the notci Jev K——. seems to be a follower of the Della Crusca School, and has published two volumes of very respectable absurdities in rhyme, as times go; besides sundry novels in the style of the first edition of the Monk. * These are the signatures of various worthics who figure in the poetical departments of the newspapers. › Caru Lorry, Esq. the Mecenas of shoemakers, and Preface-writer general to distressed versemen, a kind of gratis accouchear to these who wish to be delivered of rhyme, bat do not know how to bring fosta 4 Sce NATHANIEL BLOOMFIELD ode, elegy, or whatever be or any one else chooses to call it, on the enclosure of Honington Green. ↑ Vide Recollections of a Weaver in the Moorlands of Stafford•bire. It would be superf 2004 to recal to the mind of the reader the author of The Pleasures of Memory, and The Pleasures of Hope, the most beautiful didactic poems in our language, if we except Pope Jassy on Man but so many portasters have started up, that even the Dames of CAMPBELL and ROGERS are become strange. Arise! let blest remembrance still inspire, And strike to wonted tones thy hallow'd lyre! Why slumbers GIFFORD?» once was ask'd in vain:2 Are there no fools whose backs demand the scourge? Unhappy WHITE!3 while life was in its spring, There be who say in these enlighten'd days • Girr.. wiher of the Baviad and Mæviad, the first satires of the dar, andt ansiater of JovENAL Sas, translator of WILLAND's Oberon and Virgil's Georgics, and of road as epic port. M. work, whme poems are deservedly popular: particularly Scotlands Srana, or the Wars of War, of which ten thousand copies were ar musib • MY GOPRO promised publicly that the Baviad and Mæviad should not be ha lan eriginal works: let him remember, mox in reluctantes Hope King WHITE died at Cambridge, in October 1806, in con-qurare of 100 much exertion in the pursuit of studies, that would beve meat syed a mind which disease and poverty could not impair, and Death self destroyed rather than subdued. His poems abound ewart brantes must impress the reader with the liveliest regret fiat es abort a period was allotted to talents which would have digailei, es the sacred functions be was destined to assume. Yet truth sometimes will lend her noblest fires, And here let SHEE' and genius find a place, Blest is the man who dares approach the bower Where dwelt the Muses at their natal hour; Whose steps have press'd, whose eye has mark'd afar The clime that nursed the sons of song and war, The scenes which glory still must hover o'er, Ifer place of birth, her own Achaian shore : But doubly blest is he whose heart expands With hallow'd feelings for those classic lands; Who rends the veil of ages long gone by, And views their remnants with a poet's eye! WRIGHT! 't was thy happy lot at once to view Those shores of glory, and to sing them too; And sure no common muse inspired thy pen To hail the land of gods and godlike men. And you, associate Bards!3 who snatch'd to light Those gems too long withheld from modern sight; Whose mingling taste combined to cull the wreath Where Attic flowers Aonian odours breathe, And all their renovated fragrance flung, To grace the beauties of your native tongue, Now let those minds that nobly could transfuse The glorious spirit of the Grecian muse, Though soft the echo, scorn a borrow'd tone, Resign Achaia's lyre, and strike your own. Let these, or such as these, with just applause, Restore the Muse's violated laws: The But not in flimsy Darwin's pompous chime, Him let them shun, with him let tinsel die: Yet let them not to vulgar WORDSWORTH stoop, Mr Sure, author of Rhymes on Art, and Elements of Art. 2 Mr WRIGHT, late Consul-General for the Seven Islands, is author of a very beautiful poem just published: it is entitled, Horæ Ionica, and is descriptive of the Isles and the adjacent coast of Greece. The translators of the Anthology have since published separate poems, which eviuce genius that only requires opportunity to attain 36 The native genius with their feeling given And thou, too, Scorr! resign to minstrels rude Let others spin their meagre lines for hire- Let Southey sing, although his teeming muse, Let simple WORDSWORTH chime his childish verse, Let MOORE be lewd; let STRANGFORD steal from Moone, By the bye, I hope that in Mr Scorr's next poem his hero or heroine will be less addicted to gramarye, and more to grammar, than the Lady of the Lay, and her bravo, William of Deloraine. 2 It may be asked why I have censured the Earl of CARLISLE, my guardian and relative, to whom I dedicated a volume of puerile poems a few years ago. The guardianship was nominal, at least as far as I have been able to discover; the relationship. I cannot help, and am very sorry for it, but as his lordship seemed to forget it on a very essential occasion to me, I shall not burthen my memory with the recollection. I do not think that personal differences sanction the unjust condemnation of a brothers ribbler, but I see no reason why they should act as a preventive, when the author, noble or ignoble, has for a series of years beguiled a discerning publics (as the advertisements have it) with divers reams of most orthodox, imperial nonsense. Besides I do not step aside to vituperate the Earl; no-bis works come fairly in review with those of other patrician literati. If, before I escaped from my teens, I said any thing in favour of his lordship's paper books, it was in the way of dutiful dedication, and more from the advice of others than my own judgment, and I seize the first opportunity of pronouncing my sincere recantation. I have heard that some persons conceive me to be under obligations to Lord CARLISLE: If so, I shall be most particularly happy to learn what they are, and when conferred, that they may be duly appreciated and publicly acknowledged. What I have bumbly advanced as an opinion on his printed things, I am prepared to support, if necessary, by quotations from elegies, eulogies, odes, episodes, and certain facetious and dainty tragedies, bearing his name and mark! . What can ennoble knaves or fools, or cowards' So says Port Amen. Yet what avails the sanguine poet's hope To conquer ages, and with time to cope? New eras spread their wings, new nations rise, And other victors' fill the applauding skies: A few brief generations fleet along, Whose sons forget the poet and his song: Een now what once-loved minstrels scarce may The transient mention of a dubious name! When Fame's loud trump hath blown its noblest blast, Though long the sound, the echo sleeps at last, And glory, like the phoenix midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires. claim Shall hoary Granta call her sable sons, A would-be satirist, a hired buffoon, At once the boast of learning, and disgrace; For me, 1 Tollere bumo, victorque virum volitare per ora.-V12614. The Games of Hoyle, well known to the votaries of whist, chess, etc, are not to be superseded by the vagaries of his poetical namesake, whose poem comprised, as expressly stated in the advertisement, all the Plagues of Egypt. This person who has lately betrayed the most rapid symptoms of confirmed authorship, is writer of a poem denominated the Art of Pleasing, as lucus a non lucendo, containing little pleasantry, and less poetry. He also acts as monthly stipendiary and collector of calumnies for the Satirist. If this unfortunate young man would exchange the magazines for the mathematics, and endeavour to take a decent degree in his university, it might eventually prove more serviceable than his present salary. 4. Into Cambridgeshire the Emperor Probus transported a considerable body of Vandals.--Gibbons De line and Fall, page 83, vol. 2, There is no reason to doubt the truth of this assertion- the breed is still in bigh perfection. This gentleman's name requires no praise: the man who in translation displays unquestionable genius, may well be expected to excel is criginal composition, of which it is to be boped we shall soon see a splendid specimen. The Aboriginal Britons, an excellent poem by RICHARD No just applause her honour'd name shall lose, Then, hapless Britain! be thy rulers blest, The flowers of rhetoric, though not of sense, Yet once again adieu? ere this the sail fat should I back return, no letter'd rage Shall drag my common-place book on the stage: Let vain VALENTIA rival luckless CARR, And equal him whose work he sought to mar; | Wiste useless thousands on their Phidian freaks, Of Dardan tours let dilettanti tell, I leave topography to classic GELL;8 Tas far Ive held my undisturb'd career, * A friend of mine being asked why his Grace of P. was likened to My voice was heard again, though not so loud; And, arm'd in proof, the gauntlet cast at once My northern friends have accused me, with justice, of and comen! replied, he supposed it was because he was past 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. 1 Published to the Second Edition. 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. There is a youth yelept Hewson Clarke, (subaudi, Esq.) a sizer of Emanuel College, and I believe a denizen of Berwick upon Tweed, whom I have introduced in these pages to much better company than he has been accustomed to meet: he is, notwithstanding, a very sad dog, and, for no reason that I can discover, except a personal quarrel with a hear, kept by me at Cambridge to sit for a fellowship, and whom the jealousy of his Trinity cotemporaries prevented from success, has been abusing me, and, what is worse, the defenceless innocent above mentioned, in the Satirist, for one year and some months. I am utterly unconscious of having given him any provocation; indeed I am guiltless of having heard his name, till it was coupled with the Satirist. He has therefore no reason to complain, and I dare say that, like Sir Fretful Plagiary, he is rather pleased than otherwise. I have now mentioned all who have done me the honour to notice me and mine, that is, my bear and my book, except the editor of the Satirist, who, it seems, is a gentleman, God wot! I wish he could impart a little of his gentility to his subordinate scribblers. I hear that Mr JERNINGHAM is about to take up the cudgels for his Mæcenas, Lord Carlisle: I hope not; he was one of the few who, in the very short intercourse I had with him, treated me with kindness when a boy, and whatever he may say or do, «pour on, I will endure.» I have nothing further to add, save a general note of thanksgiving to readers, purchasers, and publisher; and, in the words of SCOTT, I wish To all and each a fair good night, The following Lines were written by Mr FITZGERALD, in His verse is safe-I can't abuse W. F. F. His Lordship accidentally met with the Copy, and subjoined the following pungent Reply:- What's writ on me, cried Fitz, I never read;- ↑ Mr FITZGERALD is in the habit of reciting his own poetry.-See note to English Bards, P. 26. Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. A ROMAUNT. L'univers est une espèce de livre, dont on n'a lu que la première page, quand on n'a va que son pays. J'en ai feuilleté un assez grand nombre, que j'ai trouvées également mauvaises. Cet examen ne m'a point été infructueus. Jebaissais ma patrie. Toutes les impertinences des peuples divers, parmi lesquels j'ai vécu, m'ont réconcilié avec elle. Quand je n'aurais tiré d'autre bénéfice de mes voyages que celui-la, je n'en regretterais ni les frais ni les fatigues. LE COSMOPOLITE. PREFACE. THE following poem was written, for the most part, amidst the scenes which it attempts to describe. It was begun in Albania; and the parts relative to Spain and Portugal were composed from the author's observations in those countries. Thus much it may be necessary to state for the correctness of the descriptions. The scenes attempted to be sketched are in Spain, Portugal, Epirus, Acaruania, and Greece. There for the present the poem stops: its reception will determine whether the author may venture to conduct his readers to the capital of the East, through Ionia and Phrygia: these two cantos are merely experimental. A fictitious character is introduced for the sake of giving some connexion to the piece; which, however, makes no pretension to regularity. It has been suggested to me by friends, on whose opinions I set a high value, that in this Getitious character, «Childe Harold,» I may incur the suspicion of having intended some real personage this I beg leave, once for all, to disclaim Harold is the child of imagination, for the purpose I have stated. In some very trivial particulars, and those merely local, there might be grounds for such a notion, but in the main points, I should hope, none whatever. It is almost superfluous to mention that the appellation «Childe,» as «Childe Waters,» « Childe Childers.» etc. is used as more consonant with the old structure of versification which I have adopted. The «Good Night,» in the beginning of the first canto, was suggested by «Lord Maxwell's Good Night,» in the Border Minstrelsy, edited by Mr Scott. With the different poems which have been published on Spanish subjects, there may be found some slight coincidence in the first part, which treats of the peuinsula, but it can only be casual; as, with the exception of a few concluding stanzas, the whole of this poem was written in the Levant. The stanza of Spenser, according to one of our most successful poets, admits of every variety. Dr Beattie makes the following observation: «Not long ago 1 began a poem in the style and stanza of Spenser, in which I propose to give full scope to my inclination, |