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and the only thing that surprised me was, that, character has been drawn in the highest colears as doubts had been entertained of the truth of by Dryden, Pope, Prior, and Congreve. Leander's story, no traveller had ever endeavoured to ascertain its practicability.

By Death's unequal hand alike control d.

p. 081.

The hand of Death is said to be unjust, ar Ζώη μου, σας αγαπώ

unequal, as Virgil was considerably older than Zoë mou, sas agapo, or Zun uov, oas dyarw, Tibullus, at his decease. & Romaic expression of tenderness: if I tranglate it I shall affront the gentlemen, as it may

To lead the band where god-like Falkland fel. Reem that I supposed they could not; and if I do not, I may affront the ladies. For fear of any

Lucius Cary, Lord Viscount Falkland, the 31 misconstruction on the part of the latter I shail accomplished man of his age, was killed at the do so, begging pardon of the learned. It means,

battle of Newbury, charging in the ranks of land ( "My life, I love you!" which sounds very pret- Byron's regiment of cavalry. tily in all languages, and is as much in fashion in Greece at this day as, Juvenal tells us, the

To flee away and be at rest. [p. 671. two first words were amongst the Roman ladies, had wings like a dove, then would i fy asap

Psalm 55, Verse 6.-"And I said, Oh! iba ! whose erotic espressions were all hellenized.

and be at rest." This verse also constitute i By all the token-flowers that tell. [p. 633. part of the most beautiful anthem in our language. In the East (where ladies are not taught to write, lest they should scribble assignations) flowers, cinders, pebbles, convey the sentiments of the parties by that universal deputy of Mer- EXTRACT FROM THE EDINBURGHcury-an old woman. A cinder says, “I burn

REVIEW, for thee ;" a bunch of flowers tied with hair, “Take me and fly;" but a pebble declares

No. 22, FOR JNAUARY 1808. what nothing else can.

Hours of Idleness; a Series of Poems, eriginal Blessing him they served so well.

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and translated, By George Gordon, Lord Brain "At Waterloo, one man was seen, whose left

a Minor. 8vo. Pp. 200.– Newark, 1807. arm was shattered by a cannon-ball, to wrench it off with the other, and throwing it ap in the class which neither gods nor men are said to

The poesy of this young Lord belongs to the air, exclaimed to his comrades, “Vive l'Empereur jusqu'à la mort." There were many other in- permit. Indeed, we do not recollect to have seen stances of the like: this you may, however, either direction from that exact standard. His

a quantity of verse with so few deviations in depend on as true," A private Letter from Brussels.

effusions are spread over a dead fiat, and cal

no more get above or below the level, tai Turning rivers into blood. (p. 645. they were so much stagnant water. As are See Rev. chap. VIII, verse 1–11. “The first tenuation of this offence, the noble autbar s angel sounded, and there followed hail and fire peculiarly forward in pleading minorits. I mingled with blood. And the second angel sound - have it in the title-page, and on the very best ed, and as it were a great mountain burning of the volume; it follows his name like a fata with fire was cast into the sea ; and the thira ite part of his style. Much stress is laid e pa part of the sea became blood.' And the third it in the preface, and the poems are connede angel sounded, and there fell a great star from with this general statement of his case, by pa? heaven, burning as it were a lamp; and it fell ticular dates, substantiating the age at which upon a third part of the rivers, and upon the each was wriiten. Now the law upon the pain fountains of waters. And the name of the star is of minority we held to be perfectly clear. It is called Wormwood. and the third part of the a plea available only to the defendant ; ) waters became wormwood; and many men died plaintiff can offer it as a supplementary greend of the waters, because they were made bitter."

of action. Thus, if any suit could be brought

against Lord Byron, for the porpose of coope! Whose realm refused thee even a tomb. (p. 645. ling him to put into court a certain quantity

Murat's remains are said to have been torn poetry, and if judgment were given against hin from the grave and burnt

it is highly probable that an exception well be taken were he to deliver for poeiry the tatt tents of this volune. To this he mighe plead miny; but, as he now makes voluntary tender

of the article, he hath no right to sue, on that NOTES TO THE HOURS OF ground , for the price in good current praise

, should the goods be unmarketable. This is a IDLENESS.

view of the law on the point, and, we are sorry!

say, 80 will it be ruled. Perhaps, however, Oscar of Alva.

(p. 656. reality, all that he tells us about his youth is The catastrophe of this tale was snggested

by rather with a view to increase our wonder, the the story of “Jeronymo and Lorenzo, in the

to soften our censures. He possibly means i first volume of “The Armenian, or Ghost-Seer :"

“See how a minor can write ! This poen it also bears some resemblance to a scene in

was actually composed by a young mas the third act of Macbeth,

eighteen, and this by one of only sisteen!"-Bu

alas! we all remember the poetry of Cowles* The pride of Princes, and the boast of song.

ten, and Pope at twelve; and so far froa bear

ing, with any degree of surprise, that very poor Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset, esteemed the school to his leaving college, inclusive, we trails

(p. 660. verses were written by a youth from his leaving most accomplished man of his day, was alike believe this to be the

most common of all meter distinguished in the voluptuous court of Charles rences ; that it happens in the life of nine me II. and the gloomy one of William II. He be- in ten who are educated in Englandand that the haved with great gallantry in the seafight tenth man writes better verse than Lord Birue with the Dutch, in 1665, on the day previous to which he composed his celebrated 'rong. His bringe forward in order to waive it. He certain

His other plea of privilege, ont author retten


ly, however, does allude frequently to his family Thus, we do not think Lord Byron was made and ancestors - sometimes in notes; and while for translating, during his non-age, Adrian's giving up his claim on the score of rank, he Address to his soul, when Pope gucceeded so takes care to remember us of Dr. Johnson's say- indifferently in the attempt. If our readers, ing, that when a nobleman appears as an author, however, are of another opinion, they may his merit should be handsomely acknowledged. look at it. In truth, it is this consideration only, that induces us to give Lord Byron's poems a place in Ah! gentle, fleeting, wavering sprite, our Review, beside our desire to counsel him,

Friend and associate of this clay! that he do forthwith abandon poetry, and turn

To what unknown region borne, his talents, which are considerable, and his op

Wilt thou now wing thy distant flight? portunities, which are great, to better account.

No more with wonted humour gay, With this view, we must beg leave seriously But pallid, cheerless, and forlorn. to assure him, that the mere rhyming of the final syllable, even when accompanied by the

However, be this as it may, we fear his transpresence of a certain number of feet; nay, al-Jations and imitations are great favourites with though (which does not always happen) those' feet Lord Byron. We have them of all kinds, from should scan regularly, and have been all count

Anacreon to Ossian ; and viewing them as school ed accurately, upon the fingers, it is not the exercises, they may pass. Only, why print thein whole art of poetry.

We would entreat him to after they have had their day and served their believe, that a certain portion of liveliness, turn? As to his Ossianic poesy we are not very somewhat of fancy, is necessary to constitute a

good judges, being, in truth, so moderately skill poem, and that a poem in the present day, to ed in that species of composition, that we should, be read, must contain at least one thought,'ei- in all probability, be criticising some bit of the ther in a little degree different from the ideas genuine Macpherson itself, were we to express of former writers, or differently expressed. We our opinion of Lord Byron's rhapsodies. If, then, put it to his candour, whether there is any thing the following beginning of a “Song of Bards, so deserving the name of poetry in verses like is by his Lordship, we venture to object to it,

“What forin the following, written in 1806 ; and whether, if as far as we can comprehend it. a youth of eighteen could say any thing so un

rises on the roar of clouds, whose dark ghost interesting to his ancestors, a youth of nineteen gleams on the red stream of tempests ? His voice should publish it.

rolls on the thunder ; 'tis Orla, the brown chief

of Oithona." After detaining this "brown chief" Shades of heroes, farewell! your descendant, some time, the bards conclude by giving him departing

their advice to “raise his fair locks; then to From the seat of his ancestors, bids you adieu!"opread them on the arch of the rainbow ; " and Abroad, or at home, your remembrance imparting to smile through the tears of the storm." Of

New courage, he'll think upon glory and you. this kind of thing there are no less than nine Though a tear dim his eye at this sad separation, pages ; and we can so far venture an opinion in 'Tis nature, not fear, that excites his

their favour, that they look very like Macpher

regret : Far distant he goes, with the same emulation;

son; and we are positive they are pretty nearly The fame of his fathers he ne'er can forget.

as stupid and tiresome. That fame, and that memory, still will he cherish, but they should use it as not abusing it;” and

It is a sort of privilege of poets to be egotists ; He vows that he ne'er will disgrace your particularly one who piques himself (thongh in

deed at the ripe age of nineteen) of being “an Like you will he live, or like you will he perish; infant-bard," <("The artless Helicon I boast is When decay'd, may he mingle his dust with youth ; ")—should either not know, or should seem your own.

not to know, 80 much about his own ancestry. Now we positively do assert, that there is Besides a poem above cited, on the family-seas nothing better than these stanzas in the whole of the Byrons, we have another of eleven pages, on compass of the noble minor's volume.

the self-same subject, introduced with an apology, Lord Byron should also have a care of at-he certainly had no intention of inserting it, tempting what the greatest poets have done be- but really “the particular request of fore him, for comparisong (as he must have had friends," etc. It concludes with five stanzas on occasion to see at his writing-master's) are odious. himself, “the last and youngest of a noble line." -Gray's Ode on Eton College should really There is a good deal also about his maternal have kept out the ten hobbling stanzas “On a ancestors, in a poem on Lachin y Gair, a moundistant view of the village and school of Harrow. tain were he spent part of his youth, and might

have learnt that pibroch is not a bagpipe, any Where fancy yet joys to retrace the resem

more than duet means a fiddle. blance Of comrades, in friendship and mischief allied;

As the author has dedicated so large a part How welcome to me your ne'er fading reinem- of his volume to immortalize his employments at brance,

school and college, we cannot possibly dismiss is Which rests in the bosom, though hope is denied. without presenting the reader with a specimen

of these ingenious effusions. In an ode with a In like manner, the exquisite lines of Mr. Greek motto, called Granta, we have the folRogers “On a Tear," might have warned the lowing magnificent stanzas: noble author off those preinises, and spared us a whole dozen such stanzas as the following: There, in apartments small and damp,

The candidate for college-prizes
Mild Charity's glow,

Sits poring by the midnight-lamp,
To us mortals below,

Goes late to bed, yet early rises.
Showg the soul from barbarity clear;
Compassion will melt

Who reads false quantities in Sele,
Where this virtue is felt,

Or puzzles o'er the deep triangle,
And ite dew is diffused in a Tear.

Deprived of many a wholesome meal,
The man doom'd to sail,

in barbarous Latin doom'd to wrangle: With the blast of the gale, Through billows Atlantic to steer,

Renouncing every pleasing page
As he bends o'er the wave,

From authors of historic use,
Which may soon be his grave,

Preferring to the letter'd sage
The greca sparkles bright with a Tear

The square of the hypothenuse.



Still harmlese are these occupations,

them as we find them, and be content ; for they That hurt none but the hapless student, are the last we shall ever have from him. He Compared with other recreations,

is, at best, he says, but an intruder into the Which bring together the imprudent. groves of Parnassus; he never lived in a garret,

like thorough-bred poets; and though he sace We are sorry to hear so bad an account of roved a careless mountaineer in the Highlands the college-psalmody as is contained in the fol- of Scotland," he has not of late enjoyed ebie lowing Attic stanzas.

advantage. Moreover, he expects no profit frog Our choir would scarcely be excused,

his publication; and, whether it succeeds e por Even as a band of raw beginners;

“it is highly improbable, from his situatist and All mercy now must be refuged

pursuits hereafter," that he should again ander To such a set of croaking sinners.

cend to become an author. Therefore, lei es

take what we get and be thankful. What ret If David, when his toils were ended,

have we poor devils to be nice? We are w Had heard these blockheads sing before him, off to have got so much from a man of this lasti To us his psalms had ne'er descended : station, who does not live in a garret, but -tas In furious mood he would have tore 'em! the sway" of Newstead Abbey. Again, we mas,

let us be thankful; and, with honest Sanche, bid But whatever judginent may be passed on the God bless the giver, nor look the gift bonne is poems of this noble minor, it seems we must take the mouth.

NOTE TO THE LETTER OF BOWLES' | replied Sheridan, “I remember little, except that STRICTURES ON POPE.

there was a phenix in it." A phenix!! Well how did he describe it?" Like a poulterer:

answered Sheridan ; "it was green, and yelles, Couper's Dutch delineation of a wood drawn up and red, and blue he did not let us off for : I will submit to Mr. Bowles's own jadgment a single feather.". And just such as this poulterer i

account of a phenix, is Cowper's a stick-picker's passage from another poem of Cowper's, to be

detail of a wood, with all its petty miaotia e compared with the same writer's Sylvan Sampler. this, that, and the other. In the lines to Mary,

One more poetical instance of the power of ar, Thy needles, once a shining store,

and even its superiority over nature, in poetry, For my sake restless heretofore,

and I have done ;-the bust of Antinous? Is tbere Now rust disused, and shine no more,

any thing in nature like this marble, excepting My Mary,

the Venus? Can there be more poetry gathered contain a simple, household, “indoor," artificial, into existence than in that wonderful creatia and ordinary image. I refer Mr. Bowles to the of perfect beauty? But the poetry of this best is stanza, and ask if these three lines about "nee in 'no respect derived from mature, dor free dler" are not worth all the boasted twaddling any association of moral exaltedness; for what about trees, so triumphantly re-quoted ? and yet is there in common with moral natare and the in fact what do they convey ? A homely collec- male minion of Adrian ? The very execotisa i tion of images and ideas associated with the not natural, but super-natural, or rather super darning of stockings, and the hemming of shirts, artificial, for nature has never done so nacá and the mending of breeches; but will any one Away, then, with this cant about Bature and derty that they are eminently poetical and pa- "invariable principles of poetry!"* A great artist thetic as addressed by Cowper to his nurse will make a block of stone as sublime as a neesThe trash of trees reminds me of a saying of tain, and a good poet can imbae a pack of cardo Sheridan's. Soon after the “Rejected Address" with more poetry than inhabits the forests a scene, in 1812, I met Sheridan. In the course of America. It is the business and the proof of a dinner, he said, “Lord Byron, did you know poet to give the lie to the proverb, and some that amongst the writers of addresses was Whit- times to make a silken purse out of a sov's ear; brcad himself?" I answered by an inquiry of and to con de with another homely proverb what sort of an address he had made. “Of that," | “a good workman will not find fault with his losis.*

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in 1977, and immediately recollected, camo on, manded the intention of giving this order, and board, along with others', from different islands endeavoured to persuade the people near me not in the vicinity. They were desirous to see the to persist in such acts of violence; but it was to ship, and, on being taken below, where the no effect; for the constant answer was, “Hold brrad-fruit-plants were arranged, they testified your tongue, Sir, or you are dead this moment." great surprise. A few of these being decayed, The master had by this time sent, requesting we went on shore to procure some in their place. that he might come on deck, which was permit

T'he natives exhibited numerous marks of the ted; but he was soon ordered back again to his peculiar mourning which they express on losing cabin. My exertions to turn the tide of affairs hrir relatives ; such as bloody temples, their were continued; when Christian, changing the beals being deprived of most of the hair, and, cutlass he held for a bayonet, and holding me # hat was worse, almost the whole of them had by the cord abont my hands with a strong gripe, boxt some of their fingers. Several fine boys, threatened me with immediate death if I would aot above six years old, had lost both their litile not be quiet; and the villains around me had ingers; and several of the men, besides these, had their pieces cocked and bayonets fixed. parted with the middle finger of the right hand. Certain individuals were called on to get into

The chiefs went off with me to dinner, and the boat, and were hurried over the ship's side; we carried on a brisk trade for yams; we also whence I concluded, that along with them I was got plantains and bread-fruit. But the yams were to be set adrift. Another effort to bring about a great abundance, and very fine and large. a change produced nothing but menaces of havOne of them weighed above forty - five pounds. ing my brains blown out. Pailing canoes came, some of which contained The boatswain and those seamen who were to pat tegn than ninety passengers. Such a number be put into the boat, were allowed to collect of them gradually arrived froin different islands, twine, canvas, lines, sails, cordage, an eightthat it was impossible to get any thing done, and-twenty gallon cask of water; and Mr. Sa the multitude became so great, and there was muel got 150 pounds of bread, with a small Do chief of sufficient authority to command the quantity of rum and wine; also a quadrant and whole. I therefore ordered a watering party, compass; but he was prohibited, on pain of death, then employed, to come on board, and sailed on to touch any map or astronomical book, and any Sunday, the 26th of April.

instrument, or any of my surveys and drawings. We kept near the island of Kotoo all the The matineers having thus forced those of the afternoon of Monday, in hopes that some canoes seamen whom they wished to get rid of into the would coine off to the ship, but in this we were boat, Christian directed a dram to be served to disappointed. The wind being northerly, we each of his crew. I then unhappily saw that brrred to the westward in the evening, to pass nothing could be done to recover the ship. The routh of Tofoa ; and I gave directions for this officers were next called on deck, and forced course to be continued during the night.' The over the ship's side into the boat, while I was master had the first watch, the gunner the middle kept apart from every one abaft the mizen mast. watch, and Mr. Christian the morning watch. Christian, armed with a bayonet, held the cord This was the turn of duty for the night. fastening my hands, and the guard around me

Hitherto the voyage had advanced in a course stood with their pieces cocked; but on my daring of uninterrupted prosperity, and had been attended the ingrateful wretches to fire, they un ched with circumstances equally pleasing and satis-them. "Isaac Martin, one of thein, I saw had an factory. Hot a very different scene was now to inclination to assist 'ine ; and as he fed me with be disclosed; a conspiracy had been formed, shadock, my lips being quite parched, we exwhich was to render 'all our past Jabour pro plained each other's sentiments by looks. But doctive only of inisery and distress ; and it had this was observed, and he was removed. He been concerted with so much secrecy and cir- then got into the boat, attempting to leave the cumspection, that no one circumstance escaped ship; however, he was compelled to return. to betray the impending calamity.

Some others wore also kept contrary to their On the night of Monday, the watch was set inclination. as I have described. Just before sunrise, on It appeared to me, that Christian was some Tuesday morning, while I was yet asleep,' Mr. time in doubt whether he should keep the carChristian, with the master-at-arme, gunner's mate, penter or his mates. At length he determined on and Thomas Burkitt, seaman, came into my cabin, the latter, and the carpenter was ordered into and, seizing me, tied my hands with a cord be the boat. He was permitted, though not without hind any back; threatening me with instant death opposition, to take his tool-chest. !!! spoke or made the least noise. I never- Mr. Samuel secured my journals and commission, thrless called out as lood as I could, in hopes with some important ship-papers; this he did of assistance; but the officers not of their party with great resolution, though strictly watched. were already secured by sentinels at their doors. He attempted to save the time - keeper, and a At my own cabin-door were three men, besides box with my surveys, drawings, and remarks for the four within; all except Christian had in 0s- fifteen years past, which were very numerous, kets and bayonets : he had only a cutlass. I was when he was hurried away with—Damn your dragged out of bed, and forced on deck in my eyes, you are well off to get what you have. white, suffering great pain in the mean time from Much altercation took place among the martin the lightness with which my hands were tied. ous crew during the transaction of this whole On demanding the reason of such violence, the aflair. Some swore, ill be damned if he does only answer was abose for not holding my tongue. not find his way home, if he gets any thing with The naster, the gunner, surgeon, master's inate, him," meaning me; and when the carpenter's and Velson, the gardener, were kept confined chest was carrying away, “Damn my eyes, he

while mentinels. The boatswain and carpenter, and others ridiculed the helpless situation of the also the clerk, were allowed to come on’deck, boat, which was very deep in the water, and where they saw me standing abast the mizen had so little room for those who were in ber. mant, with my bands tied behind my back, under As for Christian, he seemed as if meditating de a Kiard, with Christian at their head. The boat-struction on himself and every one else. *wain was then ordered to hvist out the launch, I asked for arms, but the mutineers Jauglord accompanied by a threat, if he did not do it in at me, and said I was well acquainted with the slautly, TO TAKE CARE OF HUMSELF.

people among whom I was going; four cutlasses, The boat being hoisted out, Mr. Hayward and however, were thrown into the boat, after we Mr. Hallet, two of the midshipmen, and Mr. were veered astern. Samuel, the clerk, were ordered into it. I de- The oflicers and men being in the boat, they

Imperial Waltz! imported from the Rhine Tormente for life, or pleasures for a reet,
(Famed for the growth of pedigrees and wine), As love of Hymen your endeavours guide,
Long be thine import from all duty free, To gain your own, or snatch another's bride.
Aud Hock itself be less esteem'd than thee; To one and all the lovely stranger came,
In some few qualities alike-for Hock

And every ball-roo.. echoes with her name.
Improves our cellar--thou our living stock.
The head to Hock belongs-thy subtler art
Intoxicates alone the heedless heart:

Endearing Waltz-to thy more melting tone Through the full veins thy gentler poison swims, Bow Irish jig, and ancient rigadoon ; And wakes to wantonness the willing limbs. Scotch reels avaunt! and country-dance furego

Oh, Germany! how much to thee we owe, Your future claims to each fantastic toe. As heaven-born Pitt can testify below;

Waltz-Waltz-alone both legs and arms deands, Ere cursed Confederation made thee France's, Liberal of feet, and lavish of her bands; And only left us thy d-d debts and dances; Hands which may freely range in publie sich of subsidies and Hanover bereft

Where ne'er before--but-pray "put out the light." We bless thee still—for George the Third is left! Methinks the glare of yonder chandelier of kings the best-and last, not least in worth, Shines much too far-or I am much to Deur ; For graciously begetting George the Fourth. And true, though strange-Waltz whispers this To Germany, and Highnesses Serene,

remark, Who owe u8 millions-don't we owe the Queen? “My slippery steps are safest in the dark ! " To Germany, what owe we not besides ?

But here the Muse with due decorun halta,
So oft bestowing Brunswickers and brides ; And leads her longest petticoat to Waltz.
Who paid for vulgar, with their royal blood,
Drawn from the stem of each Teutonic stud;
Who sent us—so be pardon d all her faults- Observant travellers ! of every time;
A dozen Dukes -some Kings -a Queen - and Ye quartos ! publish'd upon every cline ;

O say, shall dull Romaika's heavy round,
Fandango's wriggle, or Bolero's bound;

Can Egypt's Almas-tantalizing group-
But peace to her-her Emperor and Diet, Columbia's caperers to the warlike wboop
Though now transferr'd to Bonaparte's "fiat;“ Can aught from cold Kamtschatka to Cape Horn
Back to my themc-0! Muse of motion say, With Waltz compare, or after Waltz be borse!
How first to ALBION found thy Waltz her way? Ah, no! from Morier's pages down to Gal's

Each tourist pens a paragraph for "Waltz" Borne on the breath of hyperborean gales, From Hamburg's port (while Hamburg yet had Shades of those belles, whose reign began ef yete, mails),

With George the Third'smand ended long beforeEre yet unlucky Fame-compellid to creep Though in your daughters' daughters yet yo To snowy Gottenburg-was chill'd to sleep;

thrive, Or, starting from her slumbers, deign'd arise, Burst from your lead, and yourselves alive' Heligoland! to stock thy mart with lies ; Back to the ball-room speed your speetred bos; While unburnt Moscow yet had news to send, Fool's Paradise is dull to that you lost Nor owed her fiery exit to a friend;

No treacherous powder bids conjecture quake She came-Waltz came—and with her certain sets No stiff starch'd stays make meddling fingers ache Of true despatches, and as true gazettes ; (Transferr'd to those ambiguous things that are Then flamed of Austerlitz the blest despatch, Goats in their visage, women in their stay i Which Moniteur nor Morning-Post can match ; No damsel faints when rather closely pressid. And-almost crush'd beneath the glorious new8- But more caressing seems when most caresed; Ten plays, and forty tales of Kotzebue's; Superfluous hartshorn, and reviving salts, One envoy's letters, six composers' airs,

Both banishid by the sovereign cordial --Waltz And loads from Frankfort and from Leipzig fairs; Seductive Waltz!-though on thy native sbere Meiner's four volumes upon womankind, Even Werter's self proclaim'd thee half a shore; Like Lapland witches to ensure a wind;

Werter-to decent vice though much inclined; Brunck's hcaviest tome for ballast, and to back it, Yet warm, not wanton ; dazzled, but not biise Of Heyne, such as should not sink the packet. Though gentle Ge is, in her strife with Sale Fraught with this cargo-and her fairest freight, Would even proscribe thee from a Paris ball; Delightful Waltz, on tiptoe for a mate,

Thee fashion hails-from Countesses to queats The welcome veggel reach'd the genial strand, And maids and valets waltz bebind the sceses, And round her flock'd the daughters of the land. Wide and more wide thy witching circle spreads Not decent David, when, before the ark, And turns, if nothing else-at least our kesde: His grand pas-seul excited some remark'; With thee even clumsy cits attempt to bounce, Not love-lorn Quixote, when his Sancho thought and cockneys practise what they can't pronounce The knight's fandangó friskier than it ought ; Gods! how the glorious theme my strain etalu. Not soft Herodias, when with winning tread And rhyme finds partner rhyme in praise of Her nimble feet danced off another's head;

Not Cleopatra on her galley's deck,
Display'd so much of leg, or more of neck,
Than thou, ambrosial Waltz, when first the moon Blest was the time Waltz chose for her deber.
Beheld thee twirling to a Saxon tune!

The Court, the Regent, like berself were are
New face for friends, for foes some new rewards

New ornaments for black and royal guards;
To yon-ye husbands of ten years! whose brows New laws to hang the rogues that roarà for bread.
Ache with the annual tributes of a spouse ; New coins (most new) to follow those that bed.
To you, of nine years less—who only bear New victories-nor can we prize then less,
The budding sprouts of those that you shall wcar, Though Jenky wonders at his own success:
With added ornaments around them rollid, New wars, because the old succeed so well,
of native brass, or law-awarded gold;

That most survivors envy those who fell; To you, ye matrons, ever on the watch

New mistresses-no-old-yet 'tis troe, To mar a son's, or make a daughter's match; Though they be old, the thing is something neu. To you, ye children of-whom chance accords Each new, quite new-(except some ancient tritis). Always the ladies, and sometimes their lords ; New white-sticks, gold-sticks, broom-sticks, a.] you-ye single gentlemen! who seek

new slicks!

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