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nd who turned Wolcot out of the readingere the scene occurred, into the street, his wig and cane after him. In 1802, aps long-promised version of Juvenal, which ked by the Critical Review, in an crudite what personal article, that called forth com our author, entitled, Examination of ures of the Critical Review upon Juve

15, and 1816, he published, successively, ns of Massinger, and Ben Jonson; and in eared his translation of Persius. He next e works of Ford, in two volumes; and he ceded with five volumes of those of Shirhis labours were terminated by his death. at Pimlico, on the 31st of December, 1826, interred in Westminster Abbey. Being a an, he died in opulent circumstances; enjoyed, for some years, an annuity from svenor, besides holding the office of pay. f the band of gentleman pensioners, with of 3001. a year; and, for a time, that of ler of the lottery, with a salary of 6007. a

ame of Gifford rests principally upon his which occupied the greater part of his was sent into the world with every adthat could be derived from the most carention on the part of the author, and the on of his most able friends. It still falls However, of Mr. Gifford's attempt to give

furnish the glowing imagery, luxuriant diction, and impetuous fluency of the Roman satirist, he has retained many of his worst and most objectionable passages. It has been well observed, by a writer in the New Monthly Magazine, that his translation presents us rather with the flail of an infatuated rustic, than with the exterminating falchion of Juvenal. His Baviad and Mæviad evince first-rate satirical powers; but in these, as in most of his writings, a degree of coarse virulence displays itself, which shows that literary associations had not refined his mind.

These satires would not have found a place in this collection, but for their intimate connexion with English literary history, and the influence they undoubtedly exerted in reforming public taste, and preparing the way for that galaxy of illustrious poets who succeeded him. Of late years Gifford was principally known as the editor of the Quarterly Review, a work established by himself in 1809, and of which he continued to be the conductor till 1824. He also for some time edited the Anti-jacobin newspaper, in which he displayed his usual acuteness, asperity, and subservience to the party by which he thrived; his politics being invariably those of his interest.

Gifford is chiefly known in America by his base and venomous attacks upon us in the Quarterly Review. These, however, were probably necessary in order for him to retain the direction of that periodical. He slandered for his bread.

THE BAVIAD.

INTRODUCTION.

- cohors tamen est inimica, omnesque manipli
sensu magno officiunt:--dignum erit ergo
amatoris Mutinensis corde Vagelli,
duo crura habeas, offendere tot caligatos!

stood too little of the language in which they were written to be disgusted with them. In this there was not much harm; nor, indeed, much good: but, as folly is progressive, they soon wrought themselves into an opinion that the fine things were really deserved, which they mutually said and sung of each other.

Thus persuaded, they were unwilling that their 785, a few English of both sexes, whom inimitable productions should be confined to the had jumbled together at Florence, took a little circle which produced them; they therefore o while away their time in scribbling high-transmitted them hither; and, as their friends were Danegyrics on themselves, and complimentary strictly enjoined not to show them, they were first onettas" on two or three Italians,† who under-handed about the town with great assiduity, and then sent to the press.

ong whom I find the names of Mrs. Piozzi, Mr. ead, Mr. Merry, Mr. Parsons, &c.

s. Piozzi has since published a work on what she ised to call British Synonymes: the better, I se, to enable these foreign gentlemen to compreer multifarious erudition.

ugh "no one better knows his own house" than 1 nity of this woman, yet the idea of her undertaking work had never entered my head; and I was erstruck when I first saw it announced. To exet with any tolerable degree of success, required a Con bination of talents, among the least of which

A short time before the period of which we speak, a knot of fantastic coxcombs, headed by one Este,

as much Latin from a child's Syntax, as sufficed to expose the ignorance which she so anxiously labours to conceal. "If such a one be fit to write on Synonymes, speak." Pignotti himself laughs in his sleeve; and his countrymen, long since undeceived, prize the lady's talents at their true worth,

Et centum Tales: curto centusse licentur.2

It

had set up a daily paper called the World.
was perfectly unintelligible, and therefore much
read; it was equally lavish of praise and abuse,
(praise of what appeared in its own columns, and
abuse of every thing that appeared elsewhere ;)
and as its conductors were at once ignorant and
conceited, they took upon themselves to direct the
taste of the town, by prefixing a short panegyric to
every trifle which came before them.

It is scarcely necessary to observe, that Yendas, and Laura Marias, and Tony Pasquins, have long claimed a prescriptive right to infest our periodical publications: but as the editors of them never pretended to criticise their harmless productions, they were merely perused, laughed at, and forgotten. A paper, therefore, which introduced their trash with hyperbolical encomiums, and called upon the town to admire it, was an acquisition of the utmost importance to these poor people, and naturally became the grand depository of their lucubrations.

At this auspicious period the first cargo of poetry arrived from Florence, and was given to the public through the medium of this favoured paper. There was a specious brilliancy in these exotics which dazzled the native grubs who had never ventured beyond a sheep, and a crook, and a rose tree grove, with an ostentatious display of "blue hills," and "crashing torrents," and "petrifying suns!"'+ From admiration to imitation is but a step. Honest Yonda tried his hand at a descriptive ode, and succeeded beyond his hopes; Anna Matilda followed; in a word,

Contagio labem

Hanc dedit in plures, sicut grex totus in agris
Unius scabie cadit, et porrigine porci.

While the epidemic malady was raging from fool to fool, Della Crusca came over, and immediately announced himself by a sonnet to Love. Anna Matilda wrote an incomparable piece of nonsense in praise of it: and the two "great luminaries of the age," as Mr. Bell properly calls them, fell desperately in love with each other. From that period,

not a day passed without an amatory epistle fraught with thunder and lightning, et quicquid habent telorum armamentaria coli.-The fever turned to a frenzy; Laura Maria, Carlos, Orlando, Adelaide, and a thousand nameless names caught the infection: and from one end of the kingdom* to the other, all was nonsense and Della Crusca.

Even THEN, I waited, with a patience which I can better account for than excuse, for some one (abler than myself) to step forth to correct the growing depravity of the public taste, and check the inundation of absurdity now bursting upon us from a thousand springs. As no one appeared, and as the evil grew every day more alarming, (for bedridden old women, and girls at their samplers began to rave,) I determined, without much confidence of success, to try what could be effected by my feeble powers; and accordingly wrote the following poem.

1800.

Whoever has read the first editions of the BAVIAD must have perceived, that its satire was directed against the wretched taste of the followers of the Cruscan school, without the slightest reference to their other qualities, moral or political.

In this I should have persevered to the end, had I not been provoked to transgress the bounds prescribed to myself, by the diabolical conduct of one of my heroes, the notorious Anthony Pasquin.

This man, who earned a miserable subsistence by working on the fear or vanity of artists, actors, &c., hardened by impunity, flew at length at higher

some time, Della Crusca became impatient for a sight
of his beloved, and Anna, in evil hour, consented to be-
come visible. What was the consequence }

Tacta places, audita places, si non videare
Tota places, neutro si videare places.

Mr. Bell, however, tells the story another way. Accord ing to him, "Chance alone procured the interview." Whatever procured it, all the lovers of "true poetry," with Mrs. Piozzi at their head, expected wonders from it. The flame that burned with such ardour while the In this paper were given the earliest specimens of lady was yet unseen, they hoped would blaze with unex. those unqualified and audacious attacks on all private ampled brightness at the sight of the bewitching object. character; which the town first smiled at for their Such were their hopes. But what, as Dr. Johnson quaintness, then tolerated for their absurdity, and now-gravely asks, are the hopes of man! or indeed of woman! that other papers, equally wicked, and more intelligible, have ventured to imitate it,—will have to lament to the last hour of British liberty.

With

for this fatal meeting put an end to the whole. the exception of a marvellous dithyrambic, which Della Crusca wrote while the impression was yet warm upon him, and which consequently gave a most accurate account of it, nothing has since appeared to the honour of Anna Matilda: and the "tenth muse," the "angel," the "goddess," has sunk into an old woman; with the comforting reflection of having mumbled love to an ungrate ful swain.

-Non hic est sermo pudicus

In vetula, quoties lascivum intervenit illud
Ζωη και Ψυχη.

+ Here Mr. Parsons is pleased to advance his farthing rushlight. "Crashing torrents and petrifying suns are extremely ridiculous,”—habes confitentem! "but they are not to be found in the Florence Miscellany." Who said they were? But apropos of the Florence Miscellany. Mr. Parsons says that I obtained a copy of it by a breach of confidence; and seems to fancy, "good easy man!" that I derived some prodigious advantage from it: yet I had written both the poems, and all the notes save one, before I knew that there was such a treasure in existence. He might have seen, if passion had not rendered him as blind as a mill horse, that I constantly allude to poems published separately in the periodical sheets of the day, and afterward collected with great parade by Bell and others. I never looked into the Florence Miscellany but once; and the only use then made of it was to extract a sounding passage from the odes of that deep-mouthed Theban, I almost shudder while I quote: but so it ever is, Bertie Greathead, Esq.

The termination of this "everlasting" attachment was curious. When the genuine enthusiasm of the correspondence (Preface to the Alburn) had continued for

*Kingdom. This is a trifle. Heaven itself, if we may be lieve Mrs. Robinson, took part in the general infatuation: "When midst ethereal fire

Thou strikest thy DELLA CRUSCAN lyre,
Round to catch the heavenly song,
Myriads of wondering seraphs throng !"

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

And Merry had given an example of impious temerity, which this wretched woman was but too eager to imitate

game, and directed his attacks against an illustrious persecuted brethren, to shift for himself. He accordstranger. ingly engaged in a New York paper, called "The Federalist," but unfortunately his writings did not happen to hit the taste of his adopted countrymen ; for after a few numbers had appeared, he was taken up for a libel, and is now either chained to a wheelbarrow on the Albany road, or rotting in the provincial jail.

These, which were continued, from day to day, in the Morning Post, with a rancour that seemed indefatigable, were, after some time, incorporated with such additional falsehoods as the most savage hostility could supply, and printed in a book, to which Anthony thought fit to prefix his name.

It was now that I first found a fair opportunity for dragging this pest before the public, and setting him up to view in his true light. I was not slow in seizing it, and the immediate consequence was, that an action was commenced, or threatened against every publisher of the Baviad.

If we did not know the horror which these obscure reptiles, who fatten on the filthy dregs of slander and obscenity, feel at being forced into day, we might be justly surprised that a man who lived by violating the law should have recourse to it for protection; that a common libeller, who spared no rank nor condition, should cry out on the license of the times, and solicit pity and redress from that community, almost every individual of which he had wantonly and wickedly insulted.

The first, and, indeed, the only trial that came on, was that of Mr. Faulder, (a name not often coupled with that of a dealer in libels,) who was not only acquitted, but, by a verdict of his peers, declared to have been unjustly put in a state of

accusation.

I take some little credit to myself for having driven this pernicious pest out of the society upon which he preyed: I say some little-for, to be candid, (though I would not have shrunk from any talents in the contest,) the warfare with Anthony was finished ere well begun. Short and slight as it was, however, it furnishes an important lesson. Those general slanderers, those bugbears of a timid public, are as sneaking as they are insolent, as weak as they are wicked.-Resist them, and like the devil, to use a sacred expression, "Resist them, and they will flee from you."

THE BAVIAD;

A PARAPHRASTIC IMITATION OF THE FIRST SATIRK
OF PERSIUS.

Impune ergo mihi recitaverit ille SONETTAS,
Hic ELEGOS.

P. WHEN I look round on man, and find how vain His passions

F. Save me from this canting strain!

F. None, by my life.

P. This, my friend, to me

P. What! none? Sure, two or three'Tis sad; but

Mr. Garrow was furnished with a number of extracts from Anthony's multifarious productions. I lamented at first, that the impatient indignation of Why, who will read it? the jury at the plaintiff's baseness, coinciding with that of the upright judge who presided, stopped him short, and prevented their being read. But I am now satisfied with the interruption. It is better that such a collection of slander, and obscenity, and treason, and impiety, should moulder in the obscurity to which its ineffable stupidity has condemned it, than that it should be brought forward to the reprobation and abhorrence of the public.

Mr. Erskine, who did every thing for his client which could be expected from his integrity and abilities, applied in the "next ensuing term" for a new trial. I have forgotten the motives for this application, but it was resisted by Lord Kenyon; and chiefly on the ground of the marked indignation shown by the jury at the plaintiff's infamous conduct and character, and that, even before Mr. Garrow had fully entered into them,

To finish Anthony's history. His occupation was

now gone.
As a minister of malevolence he was
no longer worth hiring; and as a dispenser of fame,
to longer worth feeding. Thus abandoned, with-
But meat and without money, he applied to a chari-
table institution for a few guineas, with which he
shipped himself off for America,

-Leonum
Arida nutrix.

But he was even here too late; that country had discovered, some time before Anthony reached it, that receiving into its bosom the refuse and offal of every clime, and seemingly for no other reason but because they were so, was neither the way to grow rich nor respectable. Anthony had, therefore, no congratulatory addresses presented to him on he arrival, but was left, with hundreds of his poor

F. No, no; not one.

P. "Sad, but!"-Why?

Pity is insult here. I care not, I,
Though Boswell,* of a song and supper vain,

* Cui non dictus Hylas? And who has not heard of James Boswell, Esq.? All the world knows (for all the world has it under his own hand) that he composed a BALLAD in honour of Mr. Pitt, with very little assistance from Dr. Trusler, and less from Mr. Dibdin; which he produced, to the utter confusion of the Foxites, and sang thanks to the scombri, et quicquid ineptis amicitur chartis, at the lord mayor's table. This important" state paper,' I have not been able to procure; but the terror and dismay which it occasioned among the enemy, with a variety of other circumstances highly necessary to be known, may be gathered from the following letter:

"To the Conductor of the World.

with my State Ballad, the GROCER of LONDON,' and they are welcome. Pray let them know that I am vain of a hasty composition which has procured me large draughts of that popular applause in which I delight. Let me add, that there was certainly no servility on my part; for I publicly declared in Guildhall, between the encores, 'that this same Grocer had treated ME arrogantly and

"Sir,-The wasps of opposition have been very busy

ungratefully; but that, from his great merit as a minister, I was compelled to support him!'

"The time WILL come when I shall have a proper oppor

tunity to show, that in one instance, at least, the man has wanted wisdom

of

"JAM. BOS."

Atqui vultus erat multa et præclara minantis! Poor Bozzy! But I too threaten.-And is there nee thy example, then, to convince us that on

And Bell's whole choir,* (an ever-jingling train,)
In splay-foot madrigals their powers combine,
To praise Miles Andrews' verse, † and censure
mine-

-Our quickest attempts

The noiseless and inaudible foot of time
Steals ere we can effect them?

"BELL'S WHOLE CHOIR! Quousque tantum-Yes,

sir, I am proud of the insinuation while I despise it. The owl, they say, was a baker's daughter. We know what we ARE, but we know not what we MAY BE. There. by hangs a tale: and the WORLD shall have it-Choice BIOGRAPHY is the boast of my paper-Verba sat-I have

friends-so has LAURA MARIA-She is the SAPPHO of the age. I wrong her-The MONTHLY REVIEWERS read GREEK, and they prefer our fair country woman. I read Greek, too, but I make no boast of it. I sell Mrs. RoBINSON'S works, and I know their value- It is the bright day that brings forth the adder.'

No, not a whit. Let the besotted town
Bestow, as fashion prompts, the laurel crown;
But do not THOU, who makest a fair pretence
To that best boon of heaven, to COMMON SENSE,
Resign thy judgment to the rout, and pay
Knee-worship to the idol of the day:
For all are-

F. What? speak freely; let me know. P. O might I durst I! Then-but let it go; Yet, when I view the follies that engage The full-grown children of this piping age; See snivelling Jerningham, at fifty, weep O'er love-lorn oxen and deserted sheep; See Cowley* frisk it to one ding-dong chime, And weekly cuckold her poor spouse in rhyme; See Thrale's gray widow with a satchel roam, And bring, in pomp, her labour'd nothings home; See Robinson forget her state, and move On crutches towards the grave, to" Light o' Love;"t "YENDA I despise; ANTHONY PASQUIN I execrate-See Parsons, while all sound advice he scorns, The brilliant effusions of fancy, the bright coruscations Mistake two soft excrescences for horns; of genius only, illuminate the ORACLE--and ARNO and CESARIO, names dear to the MUSE OF GLORY, constitute a proud distinction between the unfading leaves of the PYTHIAN shrine, and the perishable records of the day. "JOHN BELL. "P.S.BLOCKHEADS with reason'-you know the rest. I fear nothing-yet I love not everlasting feuds-At a word: Will one of my NEW COMMONPLACE BOOKS be acceptable?

"J. B."

*For the poetic amours of this lady, see the British Album, particularly the poem called the INTERVIEW. + Light o' Love, that's a tune that goes without a burden. Shakspeare.

a particular favour was finally admitted, in the shape of a motto, into the title-page of the Mæviad. These were the lines:

In the first editions of this and the following poems I had overlooked Mr. Parsons, though an undoubted Bavian. This nettled him. "Ha!" quoth he, "better be This gentleman who has long been known as an damn'd than mention'd not at all." He accordingly ap industrious paragraph-monger in the morning papers,plied to me, (in a circuitous manner, I confess,) and as took it into his head, some time since, to try his hand at a prologue. Having none of the requisites for this business, he laboured to little purpose till Dullness, whose attention to her children is truly maternal, suggested to him, that unmeaning ribaldry and vulgarity might possibly be substituted for harmony, spirit, taste, and sense. -He caught at the hint, made the experiment, and succeeded to a miracle. Since that period every play-wright from O'Keefe to Della Crusca, "a heavy declension!" has been solicitous to preface his labours with a few

May he who hates not Crusca's sober verse, Love Merry's drunken prose, so smooth and terse; The same may rake for sense in Parsons' skull, The first distich contains what Mr. Burke calls "high And shear his hogs, poor fool! and milk his bull. matter!" and can only be understood by the initiated; lines of his manufacturing, to excite and perpetuate the of gratifying the ambition of Mr. Parsons, as I fondly exthe second, (would it had never been written!) instead good-humour of his audience. As the reader may pro-pected, and quieting him for ever, had a most fatal effect

bably not dislike a short specimen of Mr. Andrews' won-
der-working poetry, I have subjoined the following ex-
tract from his last and best performance, his prologue to
Lorenzo.

"Feg," cries fat Madam Dump, from Wapping Wall,
"I don't love plays no longer not at all;
They're now so vulgar, and begin so soon,
None but low people dines till afternoon;
Then they mean summot, and the like o' that,
And it's impossible to sit and chat.

Give me the uppero, where folks come so grand in,
And nobody need have no understanding.
Ambizione! del tiranno!

Piu forte, piu piano, a che fin

Zounds! here's my warrant, and I will come in.
Diavolo; who comes here to so confound us?
The constables, to take you to the round-house
De round-house!-Mi!

Now comes the dance, the demi charactere,
Chacone, the pas de deux, the here, the there
And last, the chief high bounding on the loose toe,
Or poised like any Mercury, O che gusto!"

upon his poor head, and, from an honest, painstaking gentleman, converted him, in imagination, into a Mino

taur:

Continuo implevit falsis mugitibus urbem, Et sæpe in lævi quæsivit cornua fronte. The motto appeared on a Wednesday; and on the Saturday after, the morosoph Este (who appears to have believed in the reality of the metamorphosis) published the first bellowings of Mr. Parsons, with the following in

troduction:

therefore, I wash my hands-but I would fain ask Messrs. Morton and Reg nolds, ("the worthy followers of O'Keefe, and the present supporters of the British stage," whether it be absolutely necessary to introduce their pieces with such ineffable nonsense as this,-

- Betty, it's come into my head

Old maids grow cross because their cats are dead;
My governess hath been in such a fuss

About the death of our old tabby puss.

She wears black stockings-ah! ah: what a potber,
'Cause one old cat's in mourning for another l'a

If it be not-for pity's sake, gentlemen, spare us the disgrace of it; and 0 heavens! if it be--deign in inercy sometimes to apply to the bellmen, or the

And this was heard with applause! and this was read grave-stone cutter, that we may stand a little chance of having our doggrel with delight! O shame! where is thy blush?

Morantur

Pauci ridiculum effugientem ex urbe pudorem.

1 It is rightly observed by Solomon, that you may bray a fool in a mortar without making him wiser. Upon this principle I account for the stationary stupidity of Mr. A.; whose faculties, "God help the while !" do not seem a whit improved by the dreadful pounding which he has received. Of him,

ribaldry "with a difference."

1 Parsons I know, and this I heard him say,
Whilst Gifford's harmless page before him lay,

I too can laugh, I was the first beginner.
Parsons of himself, Teleg. March 10
Quam multi faciunt quod Eros, sed lumine sicco;
Pars major lachrymas ridet, et intus habet!

See the "Will"-a Bartholomew-fair farce, by Mr. Reynolds

the great delight in, learn to spare. st not, cannot be; for I was born btrusive ignorance with scorn; pedantry to pour my rage, reposterous fustian from the stage. LA CRUSCA!* In his closet pent, give the crude conception vent.

"ON MR. GIFFORD'S MOTTO. Dwing SPIRITED CHASTISEMENT of the vulgar nd malignity in question was sent on Thursout by an accidental error in one of our clerks, rvant delivering the copy at the office, it was ly mislaid!"-

is as it should be ;- the gods take care of 10 sees not that they interfered, and by concopy out of the compositor's way, procured the ae Mæviad two comfortable nights! But to d chastisement.'—

Fool the pig, nor milk the bull produces.'
indity of the last observation, by-the-by, proves
is to be an accurate observer of nature: and
e Irishmen who went nine miles to suck a
me back a-dry, had fortunately had the honour
aintance, we should probably have heard no-
eir far-famed expedition-

ol the pig, nor milk the bull produces,
h has something for far different uses:
rs, pardie! have tusks, and bulls have horns.'
[. Νέμεσις δε κακαν εγραψατο φωναν

hat hour scarcely a week, or indeed a day, has
1 which Mr. Parsons has not made himself
by threatening me in the Telegraph, Oracle,
, with those formidable nonentities.
ad wisely singeth the poet, non unus mentes
or yet while I give an involuntary smile to
of Mr. Parsons' disease, I cannot but lament
iends, (and a gentleman who is said to belong
ubs than Sir Watkin Lewes must need have
cannot, I say, but lament, that on the first ap-
of these knobs, these 'excrescences,' as I call
friends did not have him cut for the simples!
ELLA CRUSCA!

ou, to whom superior worth's allied,
country's honour, and the muses' pride-'
aura Maria-

Et solem quis dicere falsum Audeat?

LVIDU unu

་པ་་བས་བ་ ༦་ས་ལ་ བ་པ་ས བ་ མ་ "Tis done. Her house the generous Piozzi lends, And thither summons her blue-stocking friends; The summons her blue-stocking friends obey, Lured by the love of poetry-and tea.

The BARDSteps forth, in birth-day splendour drest,
His right hand graceful waving o'er his breast;
His left extending, so that all may see

A roll inscribed "THE WREATH OF LIBERTY."
So forth he steps, and, with complacent air,
Bows round the circle, and assumes the chair;
With lemonade he gargles next his throat,
Then sweetly preludes to the liquid note:

And now 'tis silence all. "GENIUS OR MUSE"
Thus while the flowery subject he pursues,

Recumbent eve rock the reposing tide.

A web-work of despair, a mass of woes. And o'er my lids the scalding tumour roll." TUMOUR, a morbid swelling."-Johnson. An excellent thing to roll over an eye, especially if it happen, as in the present case, to be "scalding."

"Summer tints begemm'd the scene,

And silky ocean slept in glossy green." "While air's nocturual ghost, in paly shroud, Glances with grisly glare from cloud to cloud," "And gauzy zephyrs, fluttering o'er the plain,

On twilight's bosom drop their filmy rain." Unus instar omnium! This couplet staggered me. I should be loath to be found correcting a madman; and yet mere folly seems unequal to the production of such exquisite nonsense.

The explosion came

And burst the o'ercharged culverin of shame."
"Days of old

Their perish'd, proudest pageantry unfold."
Nothing I descry,

But the bare boast of barren heraldry."
-"The huntress queen

Showers her shafts of silver o'er the scene.

To these add," moody monarchs, turgid tyrant, pampered popes, radiant rivers, cooling cataracts, lazy Loires, (of which, by-the-by, there are none,) gay Garonnes, gloomy glass, mingling murder, dauntless day, lettered lightnings, delicious dilatings, sinking sorrows, blissful blessings, rich reasonings, meliorating mercies, vicious venalities, sublunary suns, dewy vapours damp, that sweep the silent swamp;" and a world of others, to be

she says a great deal more; but as I do not found in the compass of half a dozen pages.

d it, I forbear to lengthen my quotation.
rable odes, sonnets, &c. published from time to
e daily papers, have justly procured this gen-
e reputation of the first poet of the age: but the
ce which called forth the high-sounding pane-
ve-mentioned is a philosophical rhapsody in
the French revolution, called the "Wreath of

poem no reader (provided he can read) is at this rant; but as there are various opinions concern. d as I do not choose, perhaps, to dispute with a rs. Robinson's critical abilities, I shall select a ges from it, and leave the world to judge how author is said to be

ifted with the sacred lyre,

unds can more than mortal thoughts inspire." ernatural effort of genius, then, is chiefly distinby three very prominent features.-Downright

"In phosphor blaze of genealogic line."

N. B. Written to "the turning of a brazen candlestick." "O better were it ever to be lost

In blank negation's sea, than reach the coast." "Should the zeal of Parliament be empty words." -"Doom for a breath

A hundred reasoning hecatombs to death."
A hecatomb is a sacrifice of a hundred head of oxen,
Where did this gentleman hear of their reasoning?
"A while I'll ruminate on time and fate;

And the most probable event of things"-
EUGE, MAGNE POETA! Well may Laura Maria say,
"That Genius glows in every classic line,

And Nature dictates-every thing that's thine."
"Genius or Muse, whoe'er thou art, whose thrill
Exalts the fancy, and inflames the will,
Bids o'er the heart sublime sensation roll,
And wakes ecstatic fervour in the soul.”

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