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Voluptuous Waltz! and dare I thus blaspheme?
My wife now waltzes-and my daughters shall;
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don himself would have nothing to object to such liberal bastards of our Lady of Babylon.
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The patriotic arson of our amiable allies cannot be sufficiently commended-nor subscribed for. Amongst other details omitted in the various despatches of our eloquent ambassador, he did not state (being too much occupied with the exploits of Colonel C—, in swimming rivers frozen, and galloping over roads impassable), that one entire province perished by famine in the most melancholy manner, as follows:-In General 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 and thirty-three thousand persons were starved to death, by being reduced to wholesome diet! The lamplighters of London have since subscribed a pint (of oil) a-piece, and the tallow-chandlers have unanimously voted a quantity of best moulds (four to the pound) to the re
My Latin is all forgotten, if a man can be said to have forgotten what he never remembered; but I bought my title-page motto of a Catholic priest for a three lief of the surviving Scythians-the scarcity will soon, shilling bank token, after much haggling for the even sixpence. I grudgea the money to a Papist, being all for the memory of Perceval, and “No Popery;" and quite regretting the downfall of the Pope, because we can't burn him any more.
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"Glance their many-twinkling feet."-Gray.
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To rival Lord W.'s, or his nephew's, as the reader pleases: the one gained a pretty woman, whom he
by such exertions, and a proper attention to the quality rather than the quantity of provision, be totally alleviated. It is said, in return, that the untouched Ukraine has subscribed sixty thousand beeves for a day's meal to our suffering manufacturers.
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Dancing girls-who do for hire what Waltz doth gratis.
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It cannot be complained now, as in the Lady Bausdeserved, by fighting for; and the other has been fight-siere's time, of the "Sieur de la Croix," that there be ing in the Peninsula many a long day, "by Shrewsbury "no whiskers;" but how far these are indications of clock," without gaining any thing in that country but valour in the field, or elsewhere, may still be questionthe title of "the Great Lord," and "the Lord," which able. Much may be and hath been avouched on both savours of profanation, having been hitherto applied only to that Being, to whom "Te Deums" for carnage are the rankest blasphemy.-It is to be presumed the general will one day return to his Sabine farm, there
"To tame the genius of the stubborn plain, Almost as quickly as he conquer'd Spain!" The Lord Peterborough conquered continents in a summer; we do more-we contrive both to conquer and lose them in a shorter season. If the "great Lord's" Cincinnatian progress in agriculture be no speedier than the proportional average of time in Pope's couplet, it will, according to the farmer's proverb, be "ploughing with dogs."
sides. In the olden time philosophers had whiskers and soldiers none-Scipio himself was shaven-Hannibal thought his one eye handsome enough without a beard; but Adrian, the Emperor, wore a beard (having warts on his chin, which neither the Empress Sabina, nor even the courtiers, could abide)-Turenne had whiskers, Marlborough none-) -Buonaparte is unwhiskered, the R- whiskered; "argal" greatness of mind and whiskers may or may not go together: but certainly the different occurrences, since the growth of the last-mentioned, go further in behalf of whiskers than the anathema of Anselm did against long hair in the reign of Henry I.
Formerly, red was a favourite colour. See Lodowick Barrey's comedy of ham Alley, 1661, act I. scene 1. "Taffeta. Now, for a wager-What colour'd beard comes next by the window?
"Adriana. A black man's, I think.
Taffeta. I think not so: I think a red, for that is most in fashion."
By the by-one of this illustrious person's new titles is forgotten-it is, however, worth remembering-"Salvador del mundo!" credite, posteri! If this be the appellation annexed by the inhabitants of the Peninsula to the name of a man who has not yet saved themquery-are they worth saving even in this world? for, according to the mildest modifications of any Christian creed, those three words make the odds much against There is "nothing new under the sun;" but red, them in the next." Saviour of the world," quotha!-then a favourite, has now subsided into a favourites it were to be wished that he, or any one else, could save a corner of it-his country. Yet this stupid misnomer, 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 K-t attained the acmé of pellation on a Protestant. I suppose next year he will his popularity. Waltz, the comet, whiskers, and the be entitled the "Virgin Mary :" if so, Lord George Gor-new government, illuminated heaven and earth, in a 2 ▼ 2
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their glory, much about the same time; of these the service (being already in the Rt's): it would not be
comet only has disappeared; the other three continue to astonish us still.-PRINTER'S DEVIL.
Note 9. Page 504, line 44. Amongst others a new ninepence-a creditable coin now forthcoming, worth a pound, in paper, at the fairest calculation.
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"Oh that right should thus overcome might!" Who does not remember the "delicate investigation" in the "Merry Wives of Windsor?"
"Ford. Pray you come near: if I suspect without cause, why then make sport at me; then let me be your jest; I deserve it. How now? whither bear you
"Mrs. Ford. What have you to do whither they bear ?-you were best meddle with buck-washing."
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The gentle, or ferocious reader, may fill up the blank as he pleases-there are several dissyllabic names at his
fair to back any peculiar initial against the alphabet, as every month will add to the list now entered for the sweepstakes-a distinguished consonant is said to be the favourite, much against the wishes of the knowing
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"We have changed all that," says the Mock Doctor, "'t is all gone-Asmodeus knows where. After all, it is of no great importance how women's hearts are disposed of; they have nature's privilege to distribute them as absurdly as possible. But there are also some men with hearts so thoroughly bad, as to remind us of those phenomena often mentioned in natural history; viz. a when divided, you discover a toad in the centre, lively, mass of solid stone-only to be opened by force-anu and with the reputation of being venomous.”
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In Turkey, a pertinent-here, an impertinent and superfluous question-literally put, as in the text, by a Persian to Morier, on seeing a waltz in Pera.—Vade Morier's Travels.
The Lament of TaSSO.
AT Ferrara (in the library) are preserved the original MSS. of Tasso's Gierusalemme and of Guarini's Pastor Fido, with letters of Tasso, one from Titian to Ariosto; and the inkstand and chair, the tomb and the house of the latter. But as misfortune has a greater interest for posterity, and little or none for the contemporary, the cell where Tasso was confined in the hospital of St. Anna attracts a more fixed attention than the residence or the monument of Ariosto-at least it had this effect on me. There are two inscriptions, one on the outer gate, the second over the cell itself, inviting, unnecessarily, the wonder and the indignation of the spectator. Ferrara is much decayed and depopulated; the castle still exists entire; and I saw the court where Parisina and Hugo were beheaded, according to the annal of Gibbon.
THE LAMENT OF TASSO.
LONG years! It tries the thrilling frame to bear
And tasteless food, which I have eat alone
But this is o'er-my pleasant task is done:
Nor cause for such: they call'd me mad-and why? Thy brother hates-but I can not detest,
Oh Leonora! wilt not thou reply? I was indeed delirious in my heart
To lift my love so lofty as thou art;
But still my frenzy was not of the mind;
I knew my fault, and feel my punishment
That thou wert beautiful, and I not blind,
Hath been the sin which shuts me from mankind;
But ours is fathomless, and hath no shore.
Above me, hark! the long and maniac cry
There be some here with worse than frenzy foul,
With these and with their victims am I class'd,
I have been patient, let me be so yet;
I had forgotten half I would forget,
But it revives-oh! would it were my lot
To be forgetful as I am forgot!
Feel I not wroth with those who bade me dwell
Which echoes Madness in her babbling moods
Thou pitiest not-but I can not forsake.
Look on a love which knows not to despair,
A something which all softness did surpass-
It is no marvel-from my very birth
My soul was drunk with love, which did pervade
Idols, and out of wild and lonely flowers,
I found the thing I sought-and that was thee;
I loved all solitude-but little thought
But who hath seen me writhe, or heard me rave?
Yet do I feel at times my mind decline,
I once was quick in feeling-that is o'er ;-
To be entwined for ever-but too late!
THE subsequent poems were written at the request of my friend, the Hon. D. Kinnaird, for a selection of Hebrew Melodies, and have been published, with the music, arranged by Mr. BRAHAM and Mr. NATHAN.
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY. SHF walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that check, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But teil of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent'
THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL
THE harp the monarch minstrel swept,
O'er tones her heart of hearts had given.
It gave them virtues not their own;
No ear so dull, no soul so cold,
That felt not, fired not to the tone,
Till David's lyre grew mightier than his throne!
It told the triumphs of our king,
It wafted our glory to our God;
It made our gladden'd valleys ring,
The cedars bow, the mountains nod;
Its sound aspired to heaven, and there abode ! Since then, though heard on earth no more, Devotion and her daughter Love
Still bid the bursting spirit soar
To sounds that seem as from above,
In dreams that day's broad light can not remove.
But we must wander witheringly,
Our temple hath not left a stone,
OH! WEEP FOR THOSE.
OH! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream,
And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet?
IF THAT HIGH WORLD.
It must be so: 't is not for self
Yet cling to being's severing link.
To hold each heart the heart that shares, With them the immortal waters drink, And soul in soul grow deathless theirs!
THE WILD GAZELLE.
May glance in tameless transport by :
A step as fleet, an eye more bright,
Hath Judah witness'd there;
And o'er her scenes of lost delight
Inhabitants more fair.
The cedars wave on Lebanon,
But Judah's statelier maids are gone!
More blest each palm that shades those plains Than Israel's scatter'd race;
For, taking root, it there remains
In solitary grace:
It cannot quit its place of birth,
ON JORDAN'S BANKS.
ON Jordan's banks the Arab's camels stray,
Oh! in the lightning let thy glance appear!
Sweep from his shiver'd hand the oppressor's spear:
SINCE our country, our God-Oh! my sire!
And the voice of my mourning is o'er,
And of this, oh, my father! be sure-
And the last thought that soothes me below
Though the virgins of Salem lament,
have won the great battle for thee, And my father and country are free!
When this blood of thy giving hath gush’4. When the voice that thou lovest is hush'd,
Let my memory still be thy pride,
And forget not I smiled as I died.