386 ENGLISH BARDS, Our task complete, like Hamet's shall be free; 30 When vice triumphant holds her sov'reign sway, To me the arrows of satiric song; 50 * Cid Hamet Benengeli promises repose to his pen in the last chapter of Don Quixote. Oh! that our voluminous gentry would follow the example of Cid Hamet Benengeli! This LAMB must own, since his patrician name 2 A The self-same road, but make my own review: 60 A man must serve his time to ev'ry trade 70 And shall we own such judgment? no-as soon Seek roses in December-ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff, Believe a woman, or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before 1 You trust in critics, who themselves are sore; 80 Or yield one single thought to be misled By JEFFREY'S heart, or LAMB's Boeotian head.' To these young tyrants, by themselves misplaced, Combined usurpers on the throne of taste; *This ingenuous youth is mentioned more particularly, with his production, in another place. + In the Edinburgh Review. Messrs. Jeffrey and Lamb are the alpha and omega, the first and last of the Edinburgh Review: the others are mentioned hereafter. § Stulta est Clementia, cum tot ubique Occurras perituræ chartæ Juvenal, Sat. i.. To these when authors bend in humble awe 90 100 • Then should you ask me, why I venture o'er The path that POPE and GIFFORD trod before? # If not yet sickened, you can still proceed; w Go on; my rhyme will tell you as you read, Time was, ere yet in these degenʼrate days, Ignoble themes obtained mistaken praise, When sense and wit, with poesy allied, No fabled graces, flourished side by side, From their same fount their inspiration drew, And, reared by taste, bloomed fairer as they grew. Then, in this happy isle, a POPE's pure strain Sought the rapt soul to charm, nor sought in vain, A polished nation's praise aspired to claim, IF And raised the people's, as the poet's fame. M Like him, great DRYDEN poured the tide of song, In stream less smooth, indeed, yet doubly strong. Then CONGREVE'S scenes could cheer, or OTWAY'S melt, For nature, then, an English audience felt- 110 ⚫ Cur tamen hoc libeat potius decurrere campo Juvenal, Sat. i. This truth, at least, let Satire's self allowy 9811 vl No dearth of bards can be complained of nową kł The loaded press beneath her labour groans, su And printers' devils shake their weary bones; 120 While SOUTHEY's epics cram the creeking shelves, And LITTLE's lyrics shine in hot-pressed twelves. Thus saith the preacher;* "nought beneath the sun Is new," yet still from change to change we run : Some leaden calf-but whom it matters not, wa From soaring SOUTHEY down to grovelling STOTT Behold! in various throngs the scribbling crew, For notice eager, pass in long review: Each spurs his jaded Pegasus apace, And rhyme and blank maintain an equal race; 140 * Ecclesiastes, chap. i. + Stott, better known in the Morning Post' by the name of Hafiz. This person is at present the most profound explorer of the Bathos. I remember, when the reigning family left Portu gal, a special ode of Master Stott's, beginning thus: (Stott loquitur quoad Hibernia.) Princely offspring of Braganza, Erin greets thee with a stanza,' &c. &c. Also a sonnet to rats, well worthy of the subject; and a most thundering ode, commencing as follows: Oh! for a lay! loud as the surge That lashes Lapland's sounding shore.' Lord have mercy on us! the Lay of the Last Minstrel' was nothing to this. Sonnets on sonnets crowd, and ode on ode; See the 'Lay of the Last Minstrel,' passim. Never was any plan so incongruous and absurd as the ground-work of this production. The entrance of Thunder and Lightning prologuising to Bayes' tragedy, unfortunately takes away the merit of ori ginality from the dialogue between Messieurs the Spirits of Flood and Fell, in the first canto. Then we have the amiable William of Deloraine, a stark moss-trooper,' videlicet, a happy compound of poacher, sheep stealer, and highwayman. The propriety of his magical lady's injunction not to read, can only be equalled by his candid acknowledgment of his independence of the trammels of spelling, although, to use his own elegant phrase, 'twas his neck-verse at hairibee,' i. e. the gallows. The biography of Gilpin Horner, and the marvellous pedestrian page, who travelled twice as fast as his master's horse, without the aid of seven-leagued boots, are chef d'œuvres in the improvement of taste. For incident we have the invincible, but by no means sparing, box on the ear, bestowed on the page, and the entrance of a knight and charger into the castle, under the very natural disguise of a wain of hay. Marmion, the hero of the latter romance, is exactly what William of Deloraine would have been, had he been able to read and write. The poem was manufactured for Messrs. Constable, Murray, and Miller, worshipful booksellers, in consideration of the receipt of a sum of money; and truly, considering the inspiration, it is a very creditable production. If Mr. Scott will write for hire, let him do his best for his paymasters, but not disgrace his genius, which is undoubtedly great, by a repetition of black letter ballad imitations. |