The tenet may fairly belong to the story; But here we perceive that 'tis preach'd con amore. Though he laughs at her creed about Pluto and Styx. His love she returns when his virtues she conn'd over, And was true, e'en to death, when she found him so fond of her Bravely fights, and then dies in a blaze like a hero! You can next (for stage magic you're ne'er at a loss) carry Lo! a youth harshly judged by the Council of Ten, Most wilfully rushes on horrible tortures, Lest in some foreign clime he should take up his quarters! His hatred invincible tow'rds all the men is, But he doats with strange love on the mere mud of Venice. In his chair, whilst the rack's wrenching torments are done, His nerves such a spectacle tolerate well; Yet he dies by the shock, when the sound of a bell, That another mock-sovereign reigns in his room. Now last, though not least, let us glance at the fable * The demon's insinuations, tending directly to an object the reverse of that which Pope aims at in his Essay on Man, the present being evidently designed to make man doubt the benevolence and goodness of his Maker, might justify harsher terms than are here employed. Instead of vile metaphysics, they might have been termed horrible blasphemies. Let not the noble author shelter himself under the example of Milton. The author of Paradise Lost dis plays want of taste in making the Almighty argue like "a school divine," as the artists of the Roman Catholic Church have done in representing him under the form of an old man with a long beard; but neither the poet nor the painter Fit talk for the fiend and the fratricide felon, But this is a subject too hateful to dwell on ; A lash light as mine, grave offences can trounce ill- Like Amboyna's swollen victims when drench'd by the Dutch.t To close up your flood-gates of blank verse and rhyme. 66 intended to commit an irreverend insult. Milton's devils talk and act sufflciently in character, but they are kept within decent bounds. Belial himself, however qualified to make the worse appear the better reason," is not suffered by the poet to practise his arts on the readers of his divine epic.—M. OD. * This alludes to a rumour in the newspapers of an intended triple alliance between these three personages, for the amusement and edification of mankind.-M. OD. [The result was The Liberal."-M.] 66 + The Island of Amboyna, one of the Moluccas, was formerly occupied jointly by the English and Dutch. In the year 1622, the Hollanders feeling the superiority of their numbers, which was about three to two in their favour, conceived the design of making themselves masters of the whole island. For this purpose they pretended to have discovered a plot contrived by the English for their expulsion. Many of the English settlers were accordingly arrested and exposed to torture, in order to enforce a confession. Amongst the methods employed, was the extraordinary one here alluded to. The accused was fastened to a seat, in an upright posture, with a piece of canvass fixed round his neck, extended above the head in the form of a cup. Water being repeatedly poured into this receptacle, it was necessary to swallow the liquid to avoid suffocation. Under this infliction, the bodies of the sufferers were said to be distended to double their ordinary size.-M. OD. 10* Modern English Ballads.* *** The Ensign was evidently much affected on the defeat of his countryman. It was remarked, that some days after the event, he went to bed bare-footed, and rose fasting. But on the occasion of Spring's triumphant entry, he was peculiarly dejected, and refused to look at it, which called forth the following ballad. It will be often imitated by modern poets, both in Spain and Germany. Pon te a tancard de brounstout, dexa la suipa de strongsuig It bears a great resemblance to the bridal of Andalla, in Lockhart's Spanish Ballads; and the succeeding one on poor Thurtell may more remotely, remind the sentimental reader of his "Lament for Celin."] No. 1.-SPRING'S RETURN. RISE up, rise up, my Morgan, lay the foaming tankard down, Rise up, come to the window, and gaze with all the town. From gay shin-bone and cleaver hard the marrowy notes are flowing, And the Jew's-harp's twang sings out slap-bang, 'twixt the cow-horn's lordly blowing; And greasy caps from butchers' heads are tossing everywhere, And the bunch of fives of England's knight wags proudly in the air. Rise up, rise up, my Morgan, lay the foaming tankard down, Rise up, come to the window, and gaze with all the town. Arise, arise, my Morgan, I see Tom Winter's mug, He bends him to the Fancy coves with a nod so smart and smug; I guess was tied upon the stakes the morning of the fight. * These National Ballads appeared in Blackwood for January, 1824.Spring's victory over Langan, celebrated in this parody on one of Lockhart's Spanish Ballads, very suitably may follow the Idyll on his battle with Neat of Bristol. Jack Langan, an Irishman, eventually became a publican in Liverpool, realized a fortune there, distinguished himself by subscribing to the O'Connell Rent, and died, some twelve years ago, in a Lunatic Asylum.-M. Rise up, rise up, my Morgan, lay the foaming tankard down, What aileth thee, my Morgan? what makes thine eyes look down? Why rise ye not, my Morgan, nor lay your tankard down? Hear, hear the cheering, how it swells, and how the people cry, He stops at Cribb's, the ex-champion's shop;- -why sit you still, oh! why? I will not rise with weary eyes, nor lay my tankard down, A LOUD Lament is heard in town-a voice of sad complaining— And a winding sheet, a yard-yard-wide, enwraps thee, O, my brother! * The late Earl of Coventry, (the Lord Deerhurst of 1823,) had the honor of driving Spring, in his four-in-hand, to the battle-field. He backed him heavily and won on him largely.-M. Thurtell, son of an Alderman of Norwich, executed for the murder, in the winter of 1823, of William Weare, a gambler, near Gill's Lane Cottage, Hertfordshire. He was an unmitigated ruffian, with heart and nerves of iron. — M. Howl, buff and blue! of that doar crew, whose brows the patriot myrtle The doves and rooks who meet at Brooks',* sob loudly, fast, and faster, 'Tis only like our own Whig case, a bit the worse for wear, sir; Lord Byron, gentleman is he, who writes for good Don Juan, As to crow o'er cut-throat Whitbread Sam, or cut-throat Sam Romilly.‡ * Brooks' is a Club in London which used to be peculiarly Whig, when there were only two political parties (Whig and Tory) in England.—M. † In "The Liberal," (the quarterly periodical established, at Pisa, in 1822, by Lord Byron, in conjunction with Leigh Hunt,) appeared three epigrams, totally unworthy of the Author of Childe Harold, whether as a poet or a man. The Marquis of Londonderry, (better known as the Lord Castlereagh who virtually carried the parchment Union between Ireland and Great Britain,) was Foreign Secretary of England from 1812 until 1822, when he committed suicide. On this person, and his fate, it pleased Lord Byron to be facetious. The last, and least offensive of his epigrams on this suicide ran thus: "So He has cut his throat at last!-He! Who? The rhyme, reason, and delicate feeling of such a couplet are on a par. - M. Samuel Whitbread, for many years a member of Parliament and head of the great porter brewery in Chiswell-Street, London, was a leading member of the Whig party, and, as such conducted the impeachment of Lord Melville in 1805. He died by his own hand in 1815.-Sir Samuel Romilly, who for many years was the leading Chancery lawyer in England, was Solicitor General during the brief administration of Mr. Fox, in 1806, and eminently distinguished himself by his constant efforts to revise and mitigate the criminal code. He was a Whig in politics. In 1818, he perished by suicide. — It is true, as Maginn states, that neither the Tory press nor the Tory party exhibited any joy on the death of Whitbread or Romilly. On the contrary, they expressed, and no doubt felt, great sorrow at their untimely death. — M. |