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Health to great JEFFREY! Heaven preserve his
life, To flourish on the fertile shores of Fifc, And guard it sacred in his future wars, Since authors sometimes seek the field of Mars ! Can none remember that eventful day, That ever glorious, almost fatal fray, When Little's leadless pistol met his eye, 460 And Bow-street Myrmidons stood laughing by* ?
Oh! day disastrous ! on her firm set rock,
Dunedin's castle felt a secret shock;
* In 1806, Messrs. JEFFREY and Moore, met at Chalk-Farm The duel was prevented by the interference of the Magistracy; and, on examination, the balls of the pistols, like the courage of the combatants, were found to have evaporated. This incident gave occasion to much waggery in the daily prints.
Tweed ruffled half his waves to form a tear,
The other half pursued its calm career* ;
The Tolbooth felt defrauded of his charms,
If JEFFREY died, except within her armst:
Nay, last not least, on that portentous morn
* The Tweed here behaved with proper decorum, it would have been highly reprehensible in the English half of the River to have shown the smallest symptom of apprehension.
+ This display of sympathy on the part of the Tolbooth, (the principal prison in Edinburgh) which truly seems to have been most affected on this occasion, is much to be commended. It was to be apprehended, that the many unhappy criminals executed in the front, might have rendered the Edifice more callous. She is said to be of the softer sex, because her delicacy of feeling on this day was truly femi. oide, though, like most feminine impulses, perhaps a little selfish.
His patrimonial garret fell to ground,
Strewed were the streets around with milk-white reams,
Flowed all the Canongate with inky streams ;
This of his candour seemed the sable dew, 480
From either pistol snatched the vengeful lead,
And strait restored it to her favourite's head.
That head, with greater than magnetic power,
Caught it, as Danae caught the golden shower,
And, though the thickening dross will scarce refine,
Augments its ore, and is itself a mine. “My son,” she cried, “ ne'er thirst for gore again, . - Resign the pistol, and resume thc pen;
“ O'er politics and poesy preside,
66 Nor any dare to take thy name in vain.
“ Behold a chosen band shall aid thy plan,
“ HERBERT shall wield Thor's hammert, and some.
“ In gratitude thou'lt praise his rugged rhymes.
* His Lordship has been much abroad, is a Member of the Athenian Society, and Reviewer of “ GELL's Topography of Troy.” · + Mr. HERBERT is a translator of Icelandic and other poetry. One of the principal pieces is a “ Song on the Recovery of Thor's
“ Smug Sydney* too thy bitter page shall seek, . 66 And classic HALLAMť much renowned for Greek.
Hammer:" the translation is a pleasant chaunt in the vulgar tongue, and endeth thus :
“ Instead of money and rings, I wot,
“ Thus Odin's son his hammer got. * The Rev. SYDNEY SMITH, the reputed Aathor of Peter Plymley's Letters, and sundry criticisms.
+ Mr. Hallam reviewed PAYNE KNIGHT's Taste, and was exceedingly severe on some Greek verses therein: it was not discovered that the lines were Pindar's till the press rendered it impossible to cancel the critique, which still stands an everlasting monument of Hallam's ingenuity.
The said HALLAM is incensed, because he is falsely accused, seeing that he never dineth at Holland House. If this be true, I am sorry-not for having said so, but on his account, as I understand his Lordship’s feasts are preferable to his compositions.- If he did not review Lord HOLLAND's performance, I am glad, because it must have been painful to read, and irksome to praise it. If Mr. HALLAM will tell me who did review it, the real name shall find a place in the text, provided nevertheless the said name be of two orthodox musical syllables, and will come into the verse, till then, HALLAM must stand for want of a better.