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May 1.-Mr. Warren! Mr. Warren !- I hear this day sad reports of
that you were visited in the vacation by two of the Conductors of “ The Etonian ;” and one was " a Countrylooking Gentleman," and the other a Gentleman with a "pert
Oh! Mr. Warren, Mr. Warren! to talk in this manner of Gentlemen who have put so much money into your pockets. I blush for you! Mind what you are about, Mr. Warren! Somebody that you do not wot of is very anxious to obtain the post of our London Publisher.
Και δωσω “αι, έπει τυ μοι ενδιαβρυπτη. When next he comes to town, the Country Gentleman shall construe the Greek to you.-Very few Country Gentlemen understand Greek, Mr. Warren!
I ought to have noticed, in our last Number, a composition which I received previous to its appearance. A Gentleman (I forget his signature,) has sent us a Parody of Gray's celebrated • Ode to Eton College. I must tell him plainly that such lines would suit Mr. Hone better than Mr. Courtenay. I cannot imagine what portion of our work has induced him to suppose that “ The Etonian ” could derive either profit or popularity from the insertion of any thing so disgustingly gross.
The Epigrams which he has subjoined want novelty sadly.
May 4.- I have the permission of the Author of “Godiva” to insert the following Stanzas, which were originally a part of that exquisite Poem, but were subsequently omitted.' The first extract formed a sort of introduction to the subject.
When last at Coventry, I stopp'd to dine
The wine's not quite so good.-(Take notice, Reader,
In case hereafter at that ion you call;
And 'tis but rarely I drink wine at all;
Glass, lest your dinner or your palate pall,
This by the way. I sometimes step aside,
As Poets always should, to give advice;
In trope and figure many a precept nice;
And homilies for every sort of vice ;
Such were the Bards of old-alone they wander'd
In mystic dreams through haunted dell and grove,
Holding high converse with the powers above:
But I, who am no wine-bibber, and rather
With my beefsteak prefer a pot of beer,
“ I think,” said I, “ I'll take my dinner here.-
Since dawn I've ridden fifty miles, or near.”
The cutlets came, rich, and well-done, and smoking,
(Ketchup improves veal cutlets very much)
Sbort, fat, and fond of smoking, like the Dutch,
Bat, being quite alone, I thought that such
To pipe and porter ; quick the jug went round,
(I thought his politics extremely sound.)
He brought a ponderous quarto, clasp'd and bound,
The next Stanza was intended to follow Stanza X.
Success to Cobbett! Patriot wise and brave !
Long bas he sacrific'd at Freedom's altar!
The rich requital he deserves-a. halter !
From Slavery's chains, and may no scoundrel alter
After Stanza XI.
We live in wiser days. Ere on our isle
Had Norman William bent his eagle eye,
To exercise a deal of tyranny.
They liy'd upon hard blows and drudgery,
Apd paid, in peace, unconscionable taxes. The passage of Godiva through Coventry was described in the following manner :
At length the trampling of a horse's feet
Dispell’d that breathless silence, the deep hush
Her cheeks o’er-crimsoned by a mantling blush,
Unstain'd that flutters from some frozen bush,
Could give the Reader the most faint idea
(At least I'm sure I hope not) shall we see a
So beauteous, or so shocking-could there be a
May 10.— I have received to-day what. I cannot but consider a very extraordinary request, from a gentleman who dates from Plymouth, and signs himself “ Devoniensis.” He wishes us to ransack the files of old newspapers in order “ to rescue from oblivion an ingenious jeu d'esprit, which appeared in the Morning Chronicle, about eight years ago. It was written in the character of an Eton Boy, who was one of the Salt-bearers in the Montem, in the year 1812 or 1813 as well as I can recollect, and who being stationed at a spot where the members of the Queen's Council must pass in their way to Windsor, had occasion to stop the carriages of those noble Lords, and make the usual application for Salt. His account of the reception which he met with from the different Lords, particularly Lords Eldon and Ellenborough, and Sir William Grant, was most humourous and characteristical.”
My dear Devoniensis, I have a great respect for the Morning Chronicle, and I have a great respect for the Queen's Council, and I have a great respect for the Salt-bearer, and I have a great respect for you! But, seriously speaking, my bureau has no room for ante-diluvian Chronicles, and my Publication has no room for Political Squibs. There is yet another part of your letter which I must notice. You say, "I will give you, on the other side, a couplet written by the Marquis Wellesley, while at your illustrious Seminary-communicated by Sir Thomas Tyrwhitt." :: I.will insert it, because I suppose it has (to use an expression of a friend of mine) < lots of wit, if one could find it out.”
“Tum Crocus obductam lento conamine glebam
Dimovet, et summam flavus inaurat humum.". I believe the Marquis Wellesley has much better verses than these set down to his account, in a compilation called the “ Musæ Etonenses!”
May 14.--Transcribed some more Poetry by Edward Morton :
There was a voice, a foolish voice
In my heart's summer echoing through me;
And still its sounds were precious to me ;
To shun the dream on which I doąted,
On which its dearest vision floated ;
But still I feed its melancholy;
That stifled all my youthful folly,
The silly heart, thou wert beguiling,
With all thy bright unconscious smiling ;
Delay'd at least my bosom's fever!
Were fleeting quickly,-and for ever,
I have to inform Amicus, who inquires after a reprint of our three first Numbers, that we think the 750 we have sold sufficient to answer the purpose for which this work was commenced, and that we do not, at present, contemplate any future Edition.
May 16.-Received this day a copy of verses on “ Sævior armis Luxuria,” from our old correspondent, “ Robigo." This puts me in mind of a sort of promise I made that his Essay should appear in No. VIII.; and, upon examining my papers, I am very sorry to be obliged to confess that the Article has been mislaid- I can find no traces of it. I am, however, the less vexed at this, because I had rather offend Robigo by the omission, than injure him by the insertion of his Contribution. The truth is, that in my opinion neither the Essay nor the Poem come up to the high estimation in which the talents of the Author are so deservedly held. Let him revise such rhymes as these before he is very angry with me for the opinion which I have most sincerely expressed : « Till Venus rising,
Ever-smiling"“ For sprightly song,
For ages gone"“ Io Triumphe !
Loudly shout ye.” Let him re-consider the following Stanzas, and reflect whether they are likely to add to a really high reputation. I will begin with his Exordium :
“ In days of yore, when fabled lore
And mystic speech obtain'd,
Nor threats their spleen restrain'd.”
“ Who can deny the Mastery
To me whose arm is strong;
Tolls Death's deep ding, ding, dong? I will extract one more stanza, but Robigo must pardon me for altering one word, and taking the sentiment into my own mouth :
Ye penmen all, obey my call,
Obey my sovereign will;
Obedience yield—be still!” May 18.—Inserted a letter from our old friend Allen Le Blanc. I am so little acquainted with Oxford, its concerns, and its inmates, that I am ignorant whether the personages Allen describes are real or fictitious. If they are real, they are painted in such a manner that they cannot take offence at the colouring. If they are fictitious, I am sure nobody will feel any difficulty in finding an original for them somewhere.—There is life in every touch of his pencil.