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Now proudly spreads his leading-string of state,
And thinks to be a wretch is to be great!

“ But turn, O Goddess, turn thine eyes, and view
The darling leaders of thy gloomy crew.
Fuil open-mouth'd N -e* there behold,
Aping a Tully, swell into a scold;
Grievous to mortal ear: as at the place
Where loud-tongu'd virgins vend the scaly race,
Harsh peals of vocal thunder fill the skies,
And stunning sounds in hideous discord rise;
So when he tries the wond'rous power of noise,
Each hapless ear's a victim to his voice.
How blest, O Chiselden, whose art can mend,
Those ears N

-e was ordain'd to rend.

“ See H

-nf secure in silence sit,
No empty words betray his want of wit:
If sense in hiding fully is express'd,
OH

-n, thy wisdom stands confess'd.
“ To Dullness' sacred cause for ever true,
Thy darling Caledonian, Goddess, view;
The pride and glory of thy Scotia's plains,
And faithful leader of her venal swains.
Loaded he moves beneath a servile weight,
The dull laborious pack-horse of the state ;
Drudges through tracks of infamy for pay,
And hacknies out his conscience by the day.
Yonder behold the busy peerless peer
With aspect meagre and important air,
His form how gothic, and his looks how sage,
He seems the living Plato of the age.
Blest form in which alone thy merit's seen,
Since all thy wisdom centres in thy mien!
Here E -x and A-leş (for senates fit)
And W-

-by || the wise, in council sif.
Here looby G-

ever dull,
By birth a senator, by fate a f-1.

“ While these, Britannia, watchful o'er thy state,
Maintain thine honours, and direct thy fate,
How shall admiring nations round adore,
Behold thy greatness, tremble at thy power!
How Shebas come, invited by thy fame,
Revere thy wisdom and extol thy name!

“ Lo! to yon bench tt now, Goddess, turn thine eyes,
And view thy sons in solemn dullness rise.
All doating, wrinkled, grave and gloomy, see
Each form confess thy dull divinity.
True to thy cause, behold each trencher'd

sage
Increas'd in folly, as advanc'd in age.
Here Ch— -r, if learn'd in mystic prophesy,
Confuting Collins, makes each prophet lie.

-n, I G

* Newcastle. + Harrington. Doubtless the first Marquis of Bute. Essex and Argyle.

|| Willoughby. Grafton. ** Grantham. # The Bench of Bisbops. 11 Chester.

* Poor Woolston boldly Smallbrook there assailed,
Jails sure convinc'd him tho' the prelate fail'd.

“ But chief Pastorius, ever grave and dull,
Devoid of sense, of zeal divinely full,
Retails his squibs of science o'er the town,
While charges, pastorals, through each street resound:
These teach a heav'nly Jesus to obey,
While' those maintain an earthly Appius' sway.
Thy gospel truth, Pastorius, cross'd we seet
While God and Mammon's serv'd at once by thee!

“ Who would not run, speak, vote, or conscience pawn,
To lord it o'er a see, and swell in lawn?
If arts like these, O! S-k, honours claim,
Than thee none merits more the Prelate's name.
Wond'ring, behold him faithful to his fee,
Prove Parliament dependent to be free,
In senates blunder, flounder, and dispute,
For ever reas'ning, never to confute.
Since courts for this their fated gifts decree,
Say, what is reputation to a see?

“ Lo! o'er yon flood He casts his low'ring eyes,
And wishful sees the reverend turrets rise.
While Lambeth opens to thy longing view,
Hapless! the mitre ne'er can bind thy brow;
Though courts should deign the gift, how wond'rous hard,
By thy own doctrines still to be debarr’d;
For if from change such mighty evil springs,
Translations sure, Ö! H-e, are sinful things.

“ These rulers see, and nameless numbers more,
0, Goddess, of thy train the choicest store;
Who ignorance in gravity entrench,
And grace alike the pulpit and the bench.

“ Full plae'd and pension'd see H-1-09 stands
Begrim'd his face, unpurify'd his hands.
To decency he scorns all nice pretence,
And reigns firm foe to cleanliness and sense.
How did H-r-o Britain's cause advance,
How shine the sloven and buffoon of France !
In scnates now how scold, how rave, how roar,
Of treaties run the tedious train-trow ** o'er;
How blunder out whate'er should be conceal'd,
And how keep secret what should be reveal’d!
True child of Dulness ! see him, Goddess, claim
Power next myself, as next in birth and fame.

* The transcriber is not quite sure whether he is correct in his reading of this line, but he conceives the present form of words is fully adequate to satisfy the same.

† A Prelate noted for writing spiritural pastorals and temporal charges; in the one he endeavours to serve the cause of christianity; in the other, the mammon of a ministry. M.S. #herlock,

§ Hare. V A noted sermon preached on the 30th of January on this text, “ Woe be unto them that are given to changes, &c.” M.S.

Horatio, meaning Horatio Walpole, afterwards Lord Orford. ** This is apparently the word in the manuscript. I presume it means the catalogue.

" Silence! ye senates, while enribhon'd Y-, *
Pours forth melodious nothings from his tongue;
How sweet the accents play around the ear,
Form'd of smooth periods, and of well-tun'd air!
Leave, gentle Y-e, the senate's dry debate,
Nor labour 'midst the labyrinths of state;
Suit thy soft genius to more tender theines,
And sing of cooling shades and purling streams;
With modern sing-song murder ancient plays,
Or warble in sweet ode a Brunswick's praise ;
So shall thy strains in purer dullness tow,
And laurels wither on a Cibber'st brow.
Say, can the statesman wield the poet's quill,
And quit the senate for Parnassus' hill?
Since there no venal vote a pension shares,
Nor wants Apollo Lords Commissioners ?

« There W-n and P-,' Goddess, view,
Firm in thy cause, and to thy Appius true.
Lo! from their labours what reward betides,
One pays my army, one my navy guides.

« To dance, dress, sing, and serenade the fair,
Conduct a finger, or reclaim a hair;
O'er baleful tea with females taught to blame,
And spread a slander o'er each virgin's fame ;
Form'd for these softer arts, shall H-yş strain
With stubborn politics his tender brain ?
For ministers laborious pamphlets write,
In senates prattle, and with patriots fight!
Thy fond ambition, pretty youth, give o'er,
Preside at halls, old fashions lost restore.
So shall each toilet in thy cause engage,
And H-y shine a P-re|| of the age.

« Behold a star emblazon C-n's coat,
Not that the knight has merit but a vote.
And here, O Goddess, numerous Wrong heads trace,
Lur’d by a pension, ribbon, or a place.

« To murder science, and my cause defend,
Now shoals of Grub-street garreteers descend;
From schools and desks the writing insects crawl,
Unload their Dulness, and for Appius bawl.

« Lo! to thy darling Osborne turn thine eyes,
See him o'er politics superior rise,
While Caleb feels the venom of his quill,
And wond'ring ministers reward his skill.
Unlearn'd in logic, yet he writes by rule,
And proves hinself in syllogism-1-).
Now fies, obedient, war with sense to wage,
And drags the idea through the painful page.
Unread, unanswer'd, still he writes again,
Still spins th’ endless cobweb of his brain;
Charmd with each line, reviewing what he writ,
Blesses his stars, and

at his wit.

* Younge.

† The Poet Laureat. | Winington and Pelham.

Harvey. || Portmore.

« Nor less, O Walsingham, thy worth appears,
Alike in merit, though unlike in years.
Ill-fated youth, what stars malignant shed
Their baneful influence o'er thy brainless head,
Doom'd to be ever writing, never read ?
For bread, to libel liberty and sense,
And damn thy patron weekly with defence ?
Drench'd in the sable flood, 0, hadst thou still
O'er skins of parchment drove thy venal quill;
At Temple ale-house told an idle tale,
And pawn'd thy credit for a mug of ale.
Unknown to Appius then had been thy name,
Unlaced thy coat, unsacrific'd his fame;
Nor vast unvended reams would Peel deplore,
As victims destin'd to the common-shore.

“ Dunce to Dunce in endless numbers breed,
So to Concanen see a Ralph succeed ;
A tiny witling of these writing days,
Full-fam'd for tuneless rhimes and short-lived plays.
Write on, my luckless bard, still unasham'd,
Tho'burnt thy journals, and thy dramas damn'd;
'Tis bread inspires thy politics and lays,
Not thirst of Immortality or praise.

“ These, Goddess, view the choicest of the train,
While yet unnumber'd Dunces still remain ;
Deans, critics, lawyers, bards, a motley crew,
To Dullness faithful, as to Appius true."

Enough," " the Goddess cries, “ enough I've seen,
While these support secure my son shall reign;
Still shall thou blund'ring rule Britannia's fate,
Still Grub-street hail thee Minister of State!"

UPON THE SCOTAKS.

AMONGST the people who inhabit in Transylvania and Moldavia; feed Hungary the Scotaks must be in them during summer, and in the cluded, of whom geographers have autumn sell them at the market of till now made but little mention. Hannussalva, or in Bohemia, MoThe Scotaks live in seventy-five vil- ravia, or Silicia. Many of them are lages, in the district of Zemplin.

waggopers, and

carry

wine and leaThey are of Sclavonic origin, and ther to Poland, Russia, Prussia, and appear to be between the slaves, the Austria. A full-grown man very Ruceniaks and the Polish; but dif- seldom gets on horseback to drive a fering from them in their dialect, carriage; this is confided to the boys manners and customs. The men in order not to overload the horses; and women have almost all white white - headed children who are hair, it is very rare that an indivi scarcely taller than the sill of the dual with black hair is seen. They saddle, are capable of managing generally live together in a patri- with great dexterity six or eight archal manner. The father gives horses. In these teams there is the management of his house to one always a white horse, that the driver of his sons whom he thinks most may see bim better in the dark. The capable of that office, and the others Scotaks very seldom unite themrespect his orders, even though he selves with other people or tribes; be the youngest in the family. Their they preserve their own language principal employment is keeping and take care not to introduce forsheep. They buy them 'every year

eign idioms.

FALSE OR TRUE; OR, THE JOURNEY TO LONDON.

(An original-Tale by Mrs. Opie.) “Well then, Ellen, all is settled," dear Charles : for Ellen, though said Sir George Mortimer to his she had a fine understanding, had a niece and ward ; " and you are re heart even too fond and too confidsolved to go to London by the mailing, and she was only eighteen. from W next Monday."

Charles Mandeville, whi

at the age “ Yes, dear uncle, it is the quick- of five and twenty, was to come into est conveyance; and as I am only to possession of a handsome fortune, stay a month I shall like to lose as had finished his classical studies little time as I can in travelling." under the tuition of a country

“Oh! certainly; to lose twelve clergyman in the village where hours of such delight as awaits you, Sir George Mortimer resided, and Ellen, would be shocking indeed!" thence had had an intimate and fre

Oh! but it is not only that, it quent intercourse with Sir George's will be less trouble, and less expense family, which had ended in a tender you know ; and I shall want all my attachment between him and his money for London; and as my aunt cousin Ellen Mortimer, whose molets ner maid go with me, and Mr. ther was his father's sister. Not Betson, the attorney, will take care that any thing like an engagement of me, I do not see why I should not existed between them; that Sir go by the mail.”

George had positively forbidden. “ Nor I neither, my dear; but, He had represented to them that Ellen, I suppose you have written they were as yet too young to kvow to desire your cousin Charles Man- their own minds; and that, as Mr. deville to meet you at the inn?". Mandeville could not marry till he

“ No, indeed, I have not,” Ellen was of age, it wonld be better to replied, deeply blushing," for I wish prove the strength and reality of to surprize him; besides, I should their attachment by absence, and by not like to take the poor youth out mixing with the world. The young of his bed so early in a cold May.”, lovers would have talked of eternal

A great hardship, indeed, to constancy, and declared their hearts force a healthy young man of one were unalterably fixed on each other and twenty ont of his bed in a spring if lie would have allowed them to do morning, at five or six o'clock.” so; but he forbade it, assuring them

“Oh! but if I should give him that their rhapsodies would not cold! you know he often has a bad carry conviction to his mind, as he cough."

had known many a passion, which “ Poor delicate creature! I am the retirement of a village had glad you have so much considera- created, vanish away in the vation for him."

ried intercourse and pleasures of “ Nay, I am sure Charles is not busy life. And very soon was abdelicate; he looks very manly, and sence the great test of affection to has a fine healthy colour.”

prove that of Charles Mandeville, “ Then why should he not get up for his guardian wrote to tell him to meet you?”

it was time for him to enter him“ Oh! but I wish to surprize self at Lincoln's-inn. As Manhim. I tell you he will be so sur deville's father had been a strict prized, and so delighted !"

dissepter he had forbidden his son “ No doubt; well, well, silly girl! to be educated at College; therehave your own way.” And Ellen fore instead of going to Cambridge having sent for places in the W he received the private tuition mail, ran to talk to her aunt and which I have mentioned, and was cousins on the only subject upper- then to commence his legal studies, most in her young and contiding as intellectual pursuit of some heart; namely, the joy of a first sort was wisely deemed necessary visit to the metropolis, and of the for him during the years that were delight which her unexpected pre- yet to come of his long minority. sence there would occasion her dear, But a young man, who knows that

Eur. Mag. June, 1823.

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