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Borne on the breath of hyperborean gales,

From Hamburg's pori (wbile Hamburg yet had mails)
Ere yet unlucky fame-compellid lo creep

To spowy Gottenburg- :-was chill'd to sleep:
Muse of the many-twinkling feet !3 whose charms Or, starting from her slumbers, deign d arise,
Are now extended up from legs to arms;

Heligoland! to stock thy mart with lies; TERPSICHORE!--100 long misdeemd a maid

While uoburnt Moscows yet had news to send, Reproachful term--bestow'd but to upbraid

Nor owed her fiery exit to a friend,
Henceforth in all the bronze of brightness shine, She came-Waltz came--and with her certain sets
The least a vestal of the virgin Nine.

Of true dispatches, and as true gazelles :
Far be from thee and thine the pame of prude; Then tlamed of Austerlitz the blest dispatch
Mock'd, yet triumphant; sneer'd al, unsubducd; Which Moniteur nor Morning Post can match;
Thy legs must move to conquer as they lly,

And-almost crush d beneath the glorious newsIf but thy coars are reasonably high ;

Ten plays, and forty tales of Kotzebue's; Thy breast-if bare enough-requires no shield; One envoy's letters, six composer's airs, Dance forth-sans armour thou shalt take the field, And loads from Frankfort and from Leipsie fairs ; And own-impregnable to most assaults,

Meiner's four volumes upon womankind, Thy not too lawfully begotten « Waltz.»

Like Lapland witches to ensure a wind;

Brunck's heaviest tome for ballast, and to back it, Hail nimble nymph! to whom the young bussar, Of Heyné, such as should not sink the packet. The whiskerd votary of walız aod war

Fraught with this cargo—and her fairest freight, His night devotes, despite of spur and boots,

Delightful Waltz, on tiptoe for a mate,
A sight uumatch'd since Orpheus and lus brutes : The welcome vessel reach'd the genial strand,
Hail, spirit-stirring Walız!--beneath whose banners And round her flock'd the daughters of the land.
A modern hero fough: for modish manners;

Not decent David, when, before the ark,
On Hounslow's heath to rival Wellesley'st fame, His grand pas-seul excited some remark;
Cockd-fired—and miss'd his man--but gaio'd his aim. Not love-lorn Quixote, when his Sancho thought
Hail moving muse! to whom the fair one's breast The knight's fandango friskier than it ought;
Gives all it can, and bids us take the rest.

Not soft Herodias, when with winging tread
Oh! for the flow of Busby, or of Fitz,

Her nimble feet danced off another's head; The latter's loyalıy, the former's wits,

Not Cleopatra on her galley's deck, To « energise the object I pursue,»

Display'd so much of leg, or more of neck, And give both Belial and his dance their due!

Than thou, ambrosial Waltz, when first the moon

Beheld thee twirling to a Saxon tune! Imperial Walız! imported from the Rhine

To you-ye husbands of ten years! whose brows (Famed for the growth of pedigrees and wine), Ache with the annual tributes of a spouse; Long be thine import from all duty free,

To you of nine years less--who only bear And lock itself be less esteem'd than thee;

The budding sprouts of those that you shall wear, In some few qualities alike-for liock

With added ornaments around them roll'd, Improves our cellar--thou our living stock.

Of native brass, or law-awarded gold; The head to hock belongs--thy subuer art

To you, ye matrons, ever on the watch Intoxicates alone the heedless heart:

To mar a son's, or make a daughter's match' Through the full veins thy gentler poison swims,

To you, ye children of— whom chance accords And wakes to wantopness the willing limbs.

Always the ladies, and sometimes their lords;

To you-ye single gentlemen, who seek Oh, Germany! how much to thee we owe,

Torments for life, or pleasures for a week; As heaven-born Pitt can testify below;

As Love or Hymen your endeavours guide, Ere cursed confederation mide thee France's,

To gain your own, or spatch another's bride; And only left us thy d-d debts and dances ;

To one and all the lovely stranger came,
Of subsidies and llanover bereft,

And every ball-room echoes with her name.
We bless thee still--for George the Third is left!
Of kings the best and last, not least in worth,
For graciously begetting George the Fourth.

Endearing Waltz—to thy more melting tune
To Germany, and highnesses serene,

Bow Irish jig and ancient rigadoon; Wbo owe us millions—don't we owe the queen ? Scotchi reels avaunt! and, country-dance, forego To Germany what owe we not besides?

Your future claims to each fantastic toe: So oft bestowinc Brunswickers and brides;

Waliz-Waltz alone-both legs and arms demands, Who paid for vulgar, with ber royal blood,

Liberal of feet, and lavish of her hands; Drawn from the stem of each Teutonic stud:

Hands which may freely range in public sight Who sent us--so be pardou'd all her faults

Where ne'er before-but--pray « put out the light.» A dozen dukes-some kings-a queen-and Walır. Methinks the glare of yonder chandelier

Shines much too far-or I am much too near; But peace to her-her emperor and diet,

And true, though strange-Haluz whispers this remark, Though now transferrd to Bonaparte's « fiat;» « My slippery steps are safest in the dark !» Back to my theme--O Muse of motion! say,

But here the muse with due decorum halts, How first to Albion found thy Walız her way? And leads her longest petticoat to Waltz.

Observant travellers! of every time; Ye quartos, publish'd upon every clime; O say shall dull Romaika's heavy round, Fandango's wriggle, or Bolero's bound; Can Egypt's Almaso-tantalizing groupColumbia's caperers to the warlike whoopCan aught from cold kamschatha to Cape Born With Waltz coinpare, or after Waltz be borne? Ah, no! from Morier's pages down to Gali's, Each tourist peps a paragraplı for « Waltz.)

Shades of those belles, whose reign began of yore,
With George the Third's-and ended long before-
Thouyla in your daughters' danghters yet you thrive,
Burst froin your lead, and be yourselves alive!
Back to the ball-room speed your spectred host :
Fool's paradise is dull 10 that you lost.
No treacherous powder bids conjecture quake;
No stiff starcli'd stays make meduliny fingers ache;
(Transferrid to those ambiguous things that ape
Goats in their visage. 7 women in their shape);
No damsel faints when raiber closely pressil,
But more caressing; seems when most caress'd;
Superfluous dartshorn, and reviving salts,
Both banish'd loy the sovereign cordial, a Waltz.>>

The ball begins--the honours of the house
Trst duly done by daughter or by spouse,
Some potentate-or royal or serene-
With K-is gay grace, or sapient G-51-r's mien,
Leads forth the ready dame, whose rising flush
Might once have been mistaken for a blush.
From where the garb just leaves the bosom free,
That spot where hearts'? were once supposed to be;
Round all the confines of the yielded waist,
The strangest hand may wander undisplaced;
The lady's in return may grasp as much
ds princely paunchies offer to her touch.
Pleased round the chalky floor how well they trip,
One land reposing on the royal lip;
The other to the shoulder no less royal
Ascending with affection truly loyal:
Thus front to front the partners move or stand,
The foot may rest, but none withdraw the land ;
And all in turn may follow in their rank,
The Earl of Asterisk-and Lady Blank :
Sir Sucha one-with those of fashion's host,
Tor whose blest surnames-vide « Moroing l'ost;a
Or if for that impartial print too late,
Search Doctors' Commons six months from date
Thus all and eachi, in movement swift or slow,
The genial contact gently undergo;
Till some might marrd, with the modest Turk,
If nothing follows all this palming work ?»; 13
True, lionest Mirza-rou may trust my rhymc-
Something dor, follow al a fitter time;
The breast, thus publicly resign'd to man,
in private may resist liim-if it can.

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Seductive Waltz!-though on thy native shore
Even Werter's self proclaimil thee half a whore;
Werter-to decent vice thongli much inclined,
Yet warm, not wanton; dazzled, but not blind-
Though gentle Genlis, in her strife with Stel,
Would even proscribe thee from a Paris ball;
The fashion hails from countesses to queens,
And naids and valets waltz behind the scenes :
Wide and more wide tlıy witching circle spreads,
And turns--if nothing else-at least our hends :
With thee even clumsy cits attempt to bounce,
And cockneys practise what they can't pronounce.

Gods! how the glorious deme my strain cxalis, | And rhyme tinds partner rhyme in praise of «Waltz.

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() ve! who loved our grandmothers of yore,
F-11-1-k, Sh-r--d---n, and many more!
And thou, my prince, whose sovereign laste and will
It is to love the lovely beldames suill;
Thou, ghost of Q---! whose judging sprite
Suan may spare to peep a single night,
Pronounce-if ever in your days of bliss,
Asmodeus struck so bright a stroke as this;
To teach the young ideas how to rise,
Flush in the check and languish in the eyes;
Rusli to the heart and lighten through the frame,
With half-told wish and ill-dissembled flame :
For prurient nature still will storm the breast-
Who, tempted thus, can answer for the rest ?

Blest was the time Waltz chose for her debut:
The court, the R--1, like lierself were new;8
New face for friends, for foes some new rewards,
New ornaments for black and roval guards;
New laws to liang te rogues that roard for bread ;
New coins (most new)9 to follow those that fled;
New victories--nor can we prize them lesa,
Though Jenky wonders at his own success;
New wars, because the old succeed so well,
That most survivors envy those who fell;
New mistresses-no, old--and vet 't is true,
Though they be old, the thing is something new;
Each new, quite new-(except some ancient tricks), to
New white-sticks, gold-sticks, broom -suicks, all new

With vests or ribands--deck'd alike in huc,
New troopers strut, pew turncoats blush in blue :
So saith the muse-my — "1, what say you!
Such was the time when Walız might best maintain
Her new preferments in this novel reign ;
Such was the time, nor ever yet was such,
Hoops are no more, and petticoats not much;
Morals and minuets, virtue and her stars,
And tell-tale powder- all have had their days.

But re-who never felt a single thought
Tor what our inorals are to be, or ouyht;
Who wisely wish the charms you view to reap,
Sry-would you make those beauties quite so cheap
flot from the hands promiscuously applied,
Rowd the slight waist, or down the glowing side;
Where were the rapture then to clasp the forin,
From this lewd grasp, and lawless contact warm
At once love's most endearing thought resigo,

the land so pressid by done but thine ;
To gaze upon that eve which never met
Another's ardent look without regret;
Approach the lip which all without restraint,
Come near enoughif not to touch-10 taint ;
If such thou lovese - love her then no more.
Or give-like ber-caresses to a score ;
Her mind with tbesc is gone, anil with it go
The little left behind it to bestow.

Voluptuous Walız! and dare I thus blaspheme? don himself would bave nothing to object to such liberal Thy bard forgot thy praises were his theme.

bastards of our Lady of Babylon. TERPSICHORE forgive! ---at every ball

Note 5. Page 503, line 65. My wife now waluzes-and my daughters shall;

The patriotic arson of our amiable allies cannot be My son (or stop-t is needless to inquireThese little accidents should ne'er transpire;

sufficiently commended-nor subscribed for. Amongst

other details omitted in the various dispatches of our Somes ages hence our genealogic tree

eloquent ambassador, he did not state (being too much Will wear as green a bough for him as me).

occupied with the exploits of Colonel C--, in swimWaltzing shall rear, to make our name amends,

ming rivers frozen, and galloping over roads impassGrandsons for me-in heirs to all his friends.

able), that one entire province perished by famine in

the most melancholy manner, as follows:--In General NOTES.

Rostopchin's consummate conflagration, the consumption of tallow and train oil was so great, that the market

was inadequate to the demand : and thus one hundred Note 1. Page 502, line 36.

and thirty-three thousand persons were starved to death, State of the poll (last day) 5.

by being reduced to wholesome diet! The lamplighters

of London have since subscribed a pint (of oil) a piece, Note 2. page 502, line 36.

and the tallow-chandlers have unanimously voted a My latin is all forgotten, if a man can be said to have quantity of best moulds (four to the pound) to the reforgotten what he never remembered; but I bought lief of the surviving Scythians—the scarcity will soon, my title-page motto of a Catholic priest for a three by such exertions, and a proper attention to the quality shilling bank token, after much haggling for the even

rather than the quantity of provision, be totally allesixpence. I grudged the money to a papist, being all viated. It is said, in return, that the untouched Ukraine for the memory of Perceval, and « no popery;” and has subscribed sixty thousand beeves for a day's meal quite regretting the downfal of the pope, because we

10 our suffering manufacturers. can't burn him any more.

Note 6. Page 504, line 5.
Note 3. Page 503, line 1.

Dancing-girls-who do for hire what Walız doth • Glance their many-twinkling fect. : - Gear.

gratis. Note 4. Page 503, line 21.

Note 7. Page 504, line 20. To rival Lord W.'s, or his nephew's, as the reader

It cannot be complained now, as in the Lady Bauspleases:--the one gained a pretty woman, whom he deserved, by fighting for; and the other has been fight- siere's time, of the « Sieur de la Croix,» that there be

« no whiskers; but how far these are indications of ing in the Peninsula many a long day, « by Shrewsbury valour in the field, or elsewhere, may still be questionclock, without gaining any thing in that country but

able. Much

may be and bath been avouched on both the title of the Great Lord,» and « the Lord,» which

sides. In the olden time philosophers had whiskers savours of profanation, having been hitherto applied and soldiers none-Scipio himself was shaven--Hanonly to that being, to whom a Te Deums» for carnage nibal thought his one eye handsome enough without are the rankest blasphemy. It is to be presumed the

a beard; but Adrian, the Emperor, wore a beard general will one day return to his Sabine farm, there

(having warts on his chin, which neither the Empress • To tame the genius of the stubborn plain,

Sabina, nor even the courtiers could abide)-Turenne Almoss as quickly as he conquer'd Spain!»

had whiskers, Marlborough none-Buona parte is unThe Lord Peterborough conquered continents in a whiskered, the R-- whiskered; « argal,» greatness of summer; we do more-we contrive both to conquer mind and whiskers may or may not go together : but and lose them in a shorter season. If the « great Lord's» certainly the different occurrences, since the growth of Cincinnatian progress in agriculture be no speedier the last-mentioned, go further in behalf of whiskers than the proportional average of time in Pope's coupler, than the anathema of Anselm did against long hair in it will, according to the farmer's proverb, be « plough- the reign of Henry I. ing with dogs.»

Formerly red was a favourite colour. See Lodowick By the by-one of this illustrious person's new titles

Barrey's comedy of Ram Alley, 1661, act I. scene 1. is forgotten-it is, however, worth remembering—« Sal

Taffeta. Now, for a wager-What coloured beard vador del mundo!» credite, posteri! If this be the

comes next by the window ? appellation annexed by the inhabitants of the Peninsula

« Adriana. A black man's, I think. to the name of a man who has not yet saved them

« Taffela. I think not so: I thiuk a red, for that query-are they worth saving even in this world ? for,

is most in fashion.» according to the mildest modifications of any Christian

There is « nothing new under the sun ;» but red, creed, those tbree words make the odds much against then a favourite, has now subsided into a favourite's them in the next.-« Saviour of the world,» quotha!

colour. it were to be wished that he, or any one else, could save a corner of it -- his country. Yet this stupid misnomer,

Note 8. Page 504, line 40. although it shows the near connexion between super

An anachronism-Waltz, and the battle of Austerlitz stition and impiety, so far has its use, that it proves are before said to have opened the ball together; the there can be little to dread from those Catholics (in- bard means (if he means any thing), Waltz was not so quisitorial Catholics too) who can confer such an ap- much in vogue till the R--t attained the acme of pellation on a Protestant. I suppose next year he will lis popularity. Waltz, the comet, whiskers, and the be entitled the « Virgin Mary:» if so, Lord George Gor- new government, illuminated heaven and carth, in all


Note 12.

| their glory, much about the same time; of these thervice (being already in the R--s): it would not be

comet only has disappeared; the other three continue fair to back any peculiar initial against the alphabet. ! to astonish us still

as every month will add to the lists now entered for the PRINTER'S DEVIL. sweepstakes-a distinguished consonant is said to be Note 9.

the favourite, much against the wishes of the knou ing Page 501, line 44. Amongst others a new minepeoce-a creditable coin now forthcoming, worth a pound, in paper, at the fuir

Page 504, line o. est calculation.

“We have changed all that,” says the Mock Doctor,

« 't is all goue - Asmodeus knows where. After all, it Note 10. lage 501, liue il.

is of no great importance how women's liearts are dis« Oh that right should dus overcome might'» Who'posed of; they have nature's privilege to distribute them does not remember the « delicate Investigation» in the us absurdly as possible. But there are also some meo Merry Wives of Windsor ?»

with hearts so thoroughly bad, as to remind us of those Ford. Pray you come near: if I suspect without phenomena often mentioned in natural history ; viz. a cause, why then make sport at me; then let me be mass of solid stone-only to be opened by force-and your jest; I deserve it. llow now? whither bear you i when disded, you discover a toad in the centre, lively, this?

and with the reputation of being venomous.» Mrs Ford. What have yon to do whither they bear

Note 13. Page 50.4, line go. it?-you were best medule with buck-washing.»

In Turkey a pertinent-liere an impertinent and Note ul. Page 501, line 56.

superfluous question-litera put, as in the texi, by i The gentle, or ferocious reader, may lulup the blank a l'ersian to Morier, on seeing a waluz in Pera.-ride as he pleases - there are several dissyllabic names at his Horier's Travels.

The Lament of Tasso.


Industclass food, which I have cat alone
Tuliss unsocial bitterness is gone;

Anill call banquet like a beast of prey,
Ar Ferrara (in the library) are preserved the original. Suleu and lonely, couching in the cave
MSS. of Tasso's Gierusalemme and of Guarini's Pastor

Thich is my lair, and it may be-my grave.

All this bith somewhat worn me, and iray weir, Fido, with letters of Tasso, one from Titian to Ariosto. and the inkstand and chair, the tomb and the house o:

But must be borne. I stoop not !o despair ; the latter.

But as misfortune has a greater interest for forlbuse bated with mine agony, posterity, and little or none for the contemporary, the cell i

Ind mule me wings wherewith to overfly

The narrow circus of my dungeon-wall, where Tasso was confined in the hospital of si ma altracts a more fixed attention than the residence or the i

and feed the Holy Sepulchre from thrall;

And reveld among; men and things divine, monument of Ariosto-at least it had this effect on me,

and pouril my wpirit over Palestine, There are two inscriptions, one on the outer gate, the

In honour of the sacred war for him, second over the cell itself, inviting, unnecessarily, the i

The God who wis on earth and is in heaven, wonder and thir indignation of the spectator. Ferrara is

Torbielach strengthend me in heart and limb. much decayed and depopulated; the casue stillerists en

!hat through this sufferance I might be forgiven,
tire; and I saw the court where Parisina and Hugo were
beheaded, according to the aunl of Gibbou.

I have employ'd my penance to record
Flow Salem's surine was won, and how adored.


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Long years:— li tries the thrilling frame to bear
And cagle-spirit of a child of sont-
Long years of outralr, calumny, and wrong;
Impuled madness, prisond solitude,
And the inind's canker in its savas mood,
When th:e impatient thirst of light and air
Parches the beart; and the abhorrederate,
Warung the sunbeams with its hideous sbade,
Works through the throbbing “ye-ball to the brain
With a hot sense of heaviness and prin;
And bare, at oure, captivity display'd
Stands scofling through the never-opeo'd gate,
Which nothing through its bars admits, save day

But this is o'er-my pleasut rask is done:
My long-sustaining friend of many years!
If I do blot thy liwal page with irars,
know that my sorrows have wrung from me none.
But thou, my young creation, my soul's child!
Whichever playing round me came and smiled,
And woo'd me from myself with thiy sweet sight,
Thou too art gone-ind so is my delight:
And therefore do I weep and iply bleed
With this last bruise upon a broken reed.
Thou too art ended--what is left me now?
Tor have anguish yet to bear--and how!
I know not thil-butio the innate force
Of my own spirits shall b: found resource.
Whave not nunk, for I had no remorse,


Nor cause for such: they calld me mad—and why? Thy brother hates--but I can not detest,
Oh Leonora! wilt not thou reply?

Thou pitiest nol-but I can not forsake.
I was indeed delirious in my heart
To lift my love so lofty as thou art;

But still my frenzy was not of the inind;
I knew my fault, and feel my punishment

Look on a love which knows not to despair, Not less because I suffer it unbent.

But all unquench'd is still my better part, That thou wert beautiful, and I not blind,

Dwelling deep in my shut and silent heari

As dwells the gather'd lightning in its cloud, Hath been the sin which sluts me from mankind : But let them go, or tor!ure as they will,

Encompass'd with its dark and rolling sliroud,

Till struck,-forth flies the all-ethereal dart! My heart can multiply thine image still; Successful love may sate itself away,

And thus at the collision of thy name

The vivid thouglat still flashes through my frame. The wretched are the faithful; 't is their fate

And for a moment all things as they were
To have all feeling save the one decay,
And every passion into one dilate,

Flit by me;-they are gone-I am the same. As rapid rivers into ocean pour;

And yet my love without ambition grew;
But ours is fathomless, and hath no shore.

I knew thy state, my station, and I knew
A princess was no love-inate for a bard;

I told it not, I breathed il noi, it was

Sufficient to itself, its own reward; Above hark! the long and maniac cry

And if my eyes reveal'd it, they, alas! Of minds and bodies in captivity.

Were punishid by the silentuess of thine, And hark! the lash and the increasing howl,

And yet I did not venture to repine. And the half inarticulate blasplıemy!

Thou were to me a crystal-girded shrine, There be some bere with worse than frenzy foul, Worshipp'd at holy distance, and around Some who do still goad on the o'er-labour'd mind, Hallow'd and meekiy kiss' the saintly ground; And dim the little light that's left behind

Not for thou wert a princess, but that love With needless torture, as their tyrant will

Ulad robed thce with a glory, and array'd Is wound up to the lust of doing ill:

Thy lineaments in beauty that dismaydWith these and with their victims am I class'd, Oh! not dismay'd—but awed, like One above; Mid sounds and sights like these long years have pass'd: And in that sweet severity there was Mid sights and sounds like these my life may close: A something which all softness did surpassSo let it be--for then I shall repose.

I know not how-thy yenius master'd mine

My star stood still before thee:-if it were

Presumptuous thus to love without design,
I have been patient, let me be so yet;

That sad fatality hath cost me dear;

but thou art dearest still, and I should be I had forgotten half I would forget, But it revives--oh! would it were my lot

Tit for this cell, which wrongs me, but for thee. To be forgelful as I am forgot!

The very love which lock'd me to my chain Feel I not wroth with those who bade me dwell

Uath lightend half its weight; and for the rest,

Though heavy, lent me vigour to sustain,
In this vast lazar-house of many woes?
Where laughter is not mirth, nor thought the mind,

And look to thee with undivided breast,

And foil the ingenuity of pain.
Nor words a language, nor ev'n men mankini;
Where cries reply to curses, shrieks to blows,
And each is tortured in his separate hell-

For we are crowded in our solitudes

It is no marvel--from my very birth Many, but each divided by the wall,

My soul was drunk with love, which did pervade Which echoes Madness in her babbling moods ;- And mingle with whate'er I saw on earth; While all can hear, none heed his neighbour's call- Of objects all inanimate I made None! save that One, the veriest wretch of all,

Idols, and out of wild and lonely flowers, Who was not made to be the mate of these,

And rocks, whereby they grew, a paradise, Nor bound between distraction and disease.

Where I did lay me down within the shade Feel I not wroth with those who placed me here? Of waving trees, and dream'd uncounted hours, Who have debased me in the minds of men,

Though I was chid for wandering; and the wise Debarring me the usage of my own,

Shook their white aged heads o'er me, and said Blighting my life in best of its career,

Of such materials wretched men were made, Branding my thoughts as things to shun and fear? And such a truant boy would end in woe, Would I not pay them back these pangs again, And that the only lesson was a blow; And teach them inward sorrow's stilled groan? And then they smote me, and I did not weep, The struggle to be calm, and cold distress,

But cursed them in my heart, and to my haunt Which undermines our stoical success?

Return d and wept alone, and dream'd again No!-still too proud to be viodiclive-I

The visions which arise without a sleep. flave pardou'd prioces insults, and would die.

And with my years my soul began to pant Yes, sister of my sovereiga! for thy sake

With feelings of strange tumult and soft pain ; I weed all bitterness from out my breast

And the whole heart exhaled into one want, li hath no business where thou art a guest,

But undefined and wandering, till the day

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