Had Cottle still adorn'd the counter's side. [p. 597. Mr. Cottle, Amos or Joseph, I don't know which, but one or both, once sellers of books they did not write, and now writers of books that do not sell, have published a pair of Epics. "Alfred" (poor Alfred! Pye has been at him too!) and "the Fall of Cambria."

May no rude hand disturb their early sleep! [p. 597. Poor Montgomery, though praised by every English Review, has been bitterly reviled by the Edinburgh. After all, the Bard of Sheffield is a man of considerable genius: his "Wanderer of Switzerland" is worth a thousand."Lyrical Ballads," and at least fifty "Degraded Epics."

Nor hunt the bloodhounds back to Arthur's Seat? (p. 597. Arthur's Seat, the hill which overhangs Edinburgh.

must have been painful to read, and irksome to praise it. If Mr. Hallam will tell me who did review it, the real name shall find a place in the text, provided, nevertheless, the said name be of two orthodox musical syllables and will come into the verse: till then, Hallam must stand for want of a better.

While gay Thalia's luckless votary, Lamb. [p. 598. The Hon. G. Lamb reviewed "Beresford's Miseries," and is moreover author of a Farce enacted with much applause at the Priory, Stanmore, and damned with great expedition at the late Theatre Covent-Garden. It was entitled "Whistle for it."

Beware lest blundering Brougham destroy the

sale.

[p. 598. Mr. Brougham, in No XXV. of the EdinburghReview, throughout the article concerning Don Pedro de Cevallos, has displayed more politics than policy: many of the worthy burgesses of Edinburgh being so incensed at the infamous principles it evinces, as to have withdrawn their subscriptions.

It seems that Mr. Brougham is not a Pict, as supposed, but a Borderer, and his name is pronounced Broom, from Trent to Tay. So be it.

If Jeffrey died, except within her arms. [p. 598. This display of sympathy on the part of the Tolbooth (the principal prison in Edinburgh), which truly seems to have been most affected on this occasion, is much to be commended. It

was to be apprehended, that the many unhappy criminals executed in the front, might have rendered the edifice more callous. She is said to be of the softer sex, because her delicacy of feeling on this day was truly feminine, though, like most feminine impulses, perhaps a little selfish.

The travell'd Thane! Athenian Aberdeen. [p. 598. His lordship has been much abroad, is a member of the Athenian Society, and reviewer of "Gell's Topography of Troy."

Herbert shall wield Thor's hammer, and sometimes. [p. 598. Mr. Herbert is a translator of Icelandic and other Poetry. One of the principal pieces is a "Song on the Recovery of Thor's Hammer:" the translation is a pleasant chaunt in the vulgar tongue, and ended thus :—

Instead of money and rings, I wot,
The hammer's bruises were her lot;
Thus Odin's son his hammer got.

And classic Hallam, much renown'd for Greek. [p. 598. Mr. Hallam reviewed Payne Knight's Taste, and was exceedingly severe on some Greek verses therein: it was not discovered that the lines were Pindar's, till the press rendered it impossible to cancel the critique, which still stands an everlasting monument of Hallam's ingenuity. The said Hallam is incensed, because he is falsely accused, saying that he never dineth at Holland-House. If this be true, I am sorrynot for having said so, but on his account, as I understand his lordship's feasts are preferable to his compositions. If he did not review Lord Holland's performance, I am glad, because it

well known there is no Genius to be found from Clackmannan to Caithness: yet, without supernatural agency, how was Jeffrey to be saved? The "national Kelpies," are too unpoetical, and the "Brownies" and "Gude Neighbours" (Spirits of a good disposition), refused to extricate him. A Goddess therefore has been called for the purpose, and great ought to be the gratitude of Jeffrey, seeing it is the only communication he ever held, or is likely to hold, with any thing heavenly.

Declare his landlord can translate, at least!

[p. 598. Lord Holland has translated some specimens of Lope de Vega, inserted in his life of the Author: both are bepraised by his disinterested guests.

Reforms each error and refines the whole.

[p. 598. Certain it is, her ladyship is suspected of having displayed her matchless wit in the EdinburghReview: however that may be, we know from good authority that the manuscripts are submitted to her perusal no doubt for correction.

Puns, and a prince within a barrel pent. (p. 598. In the melo-drame of Tekeli, that heroic prince is clapt into a barrel on the stage-a new asylum for distressed heroes.

While Reynolds vents his “dammes, poohs, and zounds." (p. 598. All these are favourite expressions of Mr. R. and prominent in his Comedies, living and defunct.

A tragedy complete in all but words? [p. 598. Mr. T. Sheridan, the new Manager of DruryLane Theatre, stripped the Tragedy of Bonduca of the Dialogue, and exhibited the scenes as the spectacles of Caractacus. Was this worthy of his sire, or of himself?

Her flight to garnish Greenwood's gay designs.

[p. 599.

Mr. Greenwood is, we believe, Scene-Painter to Drury-Lane Theatre: as such Mr. S. is much indebted to him.

And worship Catalani's pantaloons. (p. 599. Naldi and Catalani require little notice, for the visage of the one, and the salary of the other, will enable us long to recollect these amusing vagabonds; besides, we are still black and blue from the squeeze on the first night of the lady's appearance in trowsers.

Of vice and folly, Greville and Argyle! [p. 599. To prevent any blunder, such as mistaking a street for a man, I beg leave to state, that it is the Institution, and not the Duke, of that name, which is here alluded to.

A gentleman with whom I am slightly acquainted, lost in the Argyle Rooms several thousand pounds at Backgammon. It is but justice to the manager in this instance to say, that some degree of disapprobation was manifested. But why are the implements of gaming allowed in a place devoted to the society of both sexes? A pleasant thing for the wives and daughters of those who are blest or cursed with such connections, to hear the billiard-tables rattling in one room, and the dice in another! That this is the case I myself can testify, as a late unworthy member of an institution which materially affects the morals of the higher orders, while the lower may not even move to the sound of a tabor and fiddle, without a chance of indictment for riotous behaviour.

Behold the new Petronius of the day. [p. 599. Petronius, "arbiter elegantiarum to Nero, "and a very pretty fellow in his day," as Mr. Congreve's old Bachelor saith.

To live like Clodius, and like Falkland fall. [p. 600.

• Mutato nomine de te fabula narratur. I knew the late Lord Falkland well. On Sunday night I beheld him presiding at his own table, in all the honest pride of hospitality; on Wednesday morning at three o'clock, saw, stretched before me, all that remained of courage, feeling, and a host of passions. He was a gallant and successful officer; his faults were the faults of a sailor-as such, Britons will forgive them. He died like a brave man in a better cause, for had he fallen in like manner on the deck of the frigate to which he was just appointed, his last moments would have been held up by his countrymen as an example to succeeding heroes.

From silly Hafiz up to simple Bowles. [p. 600. What would be the sentiments of the Persian Anacreon, Hafiz, could he rise from his splendid sepulchre at Sheeraz, where he reposes with Ferdousi and Sadi, the Oriental Homer and Catullus, and behold his name assumed by one Stott of Dromore, the most impudent and execrable of literary poachers for the daily prints?

Lord, rhymester, petit-maître, pamphleteer!

(p. 600.

The Earl of Carlisle has lately published an eighteen-penny pamphlet on the state of the Stage, and offers his plan for building a new theatre: it is to be hoped his lordship will be permitted to bring forward any thing for the Stage, except his own tragedies.

And hang a calf-skin on those recreant lines.
[p. 600.
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it, for shame,
And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.
SHAKSPEARE, King John.

And Melville's Mantle prove a Blanket too! Ip. 600. Melville's Mantle, a parody on “Elijahy Mantle," a poem.

Let Stott, Carlisle, Matilda, and the rest. [p. 602. It may be asked why I have censured the Earl of Carlisle, my guardian and relative, to whom 1 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 brother scribbler; 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 public" (as the advertisements have it) with divers reams of most orthodox, imperial nonsense. Be sides, I do not step aside to vituperate the Earl; no-his 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 humbly 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 Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards! So says Pope. Amen.

And other victors fill the applauding skies. [p. 603. "Tollere humo, victorque virum volitare per VIRGIL.

ora."

Requires no sacred theme to bid us list. [p. 603. The "Games of Hoyle," well known to the votaries of whist and chess, 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."

Himself a living libel on mankind. [p. 603. 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.

Oh, dark asylum of a Vandal race! [p. 603. "Into Cambridgeshire the Emperor Probus transported a considerable body of Vandals." GIBBON. There is no reason to doubt the truth of this assertion-the breed is still in high perfection.

That.... Hodgson scarce redeems thy fame! [p. 603. This gentleman's name requires no praise: the man who in translation displays unquestionable genius, may well be expected to excel in original composition, of which it is to be hoped we shall soon see a splendid specimen.

And modern Britons justly praise their sires. [p. 603. The "Aboriginal Britons," an excellent poem by Richards.

And old dame Portland fills the place of Pitt.

[p. 603. A friend of mine being asked why his Grace of P. was likened to an old woman? replied, “he supposed it was because he was past bearing."

Let vain Valentia rival luckless Carr. [p. 603.

Lord Valentia (whose tremendous travels are forthcoming, with due decorations, graphical, topographical, and typographical) deposed, on Sir John Carr's unlucky suit, that Dubois' 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.

Let Aberdeen and Elgin still pursue. (p. 603.

Lord Elgin would fain persuade us that all the figures, with and without noses, in his stoneshop, are the work of Phidias! “Credat Judæus."

I leave topography to classic Gell. [p. 604. 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.

POSTSCRIPT.

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:

"Tantæne animis cœlestibus iræ!"

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 yet I 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 7 I have adduced facts already well known, and of Jeffrey's mind