This hidden Paradise, this mine of fanes, That keep Initiation's holy rite, Spreads its long labyrinths of unearthly light, And all that bard or prophet e'er devised Here, at this moment,-all his trials past, Yes, such the spells shall haunt his eye, his ear, To hiss its soul out in the Theban waste. INTERCEPTED LETTERS; ок, THE TWOPENNY POST BAG. E lapse manibus cecidêre tabellæ.-Ovid. PREFACE. secrets was worth a whole host of informers; and, accordingly, like the Cupids of the poet if I may use so protane a simile) who "fell at odds about the sweet-bag of a bee," those venerable suppressors almost fought with each other for the honour and delight of first ransacking the Post Bag. Unluckily, however, it turned out, upon examination, that the discoveries of profligacy, which it enabled them to make, lay chietly in those upper regions of society, which their wellbred regulations forbid them to molest or meddle with. In consequence, they gained but very few victims by their prize, and, after lying for a week or two under Mr. H-TCH-D's counter, the Bag, with its violated contents, was sold for a trifle to a friend of mine. It happened that I had just then been seized with an ambition (having never tried the strength of my wing but in a newspaper) to publish something or other in the shape of a book; and it occurred to me that, the present being such a letterwriting era, a few of these twopenny post epistles, turned into easy verse, would be as light and popular a task as I could possibly select for a commencement. I did not think it prudent, however, to give too many Letters at first; and, accordingly, have been obliged (in order to eke out a sufficient number of pages) to reprint some of those trifles which had already appeared in the public journals. As, in the battles of ancient times, the shades of the departed were sometimes seer among the combatants, so I thought I might re medy the thinness of my ranks, by conjuring up a few dead and forgotten ephemerons to fill them. Such are the motives and accidents that led to the present publication; and as this is the first time my muse has ever ventured out of the go-cart of a newspaper, though I feel all a parent's delight at seeing little Miss go alone, I am also not without a parent's anxiety, lest an unlucky fall should be the consequence of the experiment; and I need not point out the many living instances there are of Muses that have suffered severely in their heads, from taking too early and rashly to their feet. Besides, a book is so very different a thing from a newspaper!-in the former, your doggerel, without either company or shelter, must stand shivering in the middle of a bleak white page by itself; whereas, in the latter, it is comfortly backed by advertisements, and has sometimes even a Speech of Mr. St-ph-n's, or something equally warm, for a chauffe-pie,-so that, in general, the very reverse of "laudatur et alget" is its destiny. Ambition, however, must run some risks, and I shall be very well satisfied if the reception of these few Letters should have the effect of sending me to the Post Bag for more. PREFACE TO THE FOURTEENTH EDITION. BY A FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR. THE Bag, from which the following Letters are selected, was dropped by a Twopenny Postman, about two months since, and picked up by an emissary of the Society for the S-pp-ss-n of In the absence of Mr. Brown, who is at present V-e, who, supposing it might materially assist on a tour through I feel myself called the private researches of that institution, immediately took it to his employers and was rewarded upon, as his friend, to notice certain misconcep handsomely for his trouble. Such a treasury of * Herrick. tions and misrepresentations, to which this little volume of Trifles has given rise. keeps ready by him, to produce, in proof of riot, against his victims. I shall therefore give up the fruitless toil of vindication, and would even draw my pen over what I have already written, had I In the first place it is not true that Mr. Brown has had any accomplices in the work. A note, indeed, which has hitherto accompanied his Pre-not promised to furnish the Publisher with a Preface, may very naturally have been the origin of face, and know not how else I could contrive to such a supposition; but that note, which was eke it out. merely the coquetry of an author, I have, in the present edition, taken upon myself to remove, and Mr. Brown must therefore be considered (like the mother of that unique production, the Centaur, μονα και μονον*) as alone responsible for the whole contents of the volume. I have added two or three more trifles to this edition, which I found in the Morning Chronicle, and knew to be from the pen of my friend.* The rest of the volume remains † in its original state. April 20, 1814. LETTER I. TO THE LADY B-RB-A A-SHL-Y.‡ In the next place it has been said, that in consequence of this graceless little book, a certain distinguished Personage prevailed upon another distinguished Personage to withdraw from the author that notice and kindness, with which he had so long and so liberally honoured him. There FROM THE PR-NC-SS CH―E OF W— is not one syllable of truth in this story. For the magnanimity of the former of these persons I would, indeed, in no case, answer too rashly; but of the conduct of the latter towards my friend, I have a proud gratification in declaring, that it has never ceased to be such as he must remember with indelible gratitude;-a gratitude the more cheerfully and warmly paid, from its not being a debt incurred solely on his own account, but for kindness shared with those nearest and dearest to him. My dear Lady Bab, you'll be shock'd, I'm afraid, When you hear the sad rumpus your ponies have made; Since the time of horse-consuls (now long out of date) No nags ever made such a stir in the State! Lord Eld-n first heard-and as instantly pray'd he It is still but too true you're a Papist, my dear) To the charge of being an Irishman, poor Mr. BROWN pleads guilty; and I believe it must also be acknowledged that he comes of a Roman Catholic family: an avowal which, I am aware, is decisive of his utter reprobation in the eyes of those exclusive patentees of Christianity, so worthy to have been the followers of a certain enlightened Bishop, DONATUS,† who held, "that God is in Africa, and not elsewhere." But from all this it does not necessarily follow that Mr. BROWN is a Off at once to papa, in a flurry, he fliesPapist; and, indeed, I have the strongest reasons For papa always does what these statesmen for suspecting that they who say so are totally advise, wise,) mistaken. Not that I presume to have ascertained On condition that they'll be, in turn, so polite his opinions upon such subjects; all I know of his As in no case whate'er to advise him too rightorthodoxy is, that he has a Protestant wife and" Pretty doings are here, sir, (he angrily cries, two or three little Protestant children, and that he While by dint of dark eyebrows he strives to look has been seen at church every Sunday, for a whole year together, listening to the sermons of his truly reverend and amiable friend, Dr. and behaving there as well and as orderly as most people. 'Tis a scheme of the Romanists, so help me God! To ride over your most Royal Highness roughshod Excuse, sir, my tears, they're from loyalty's source There are a few more mistakes and falsehoods about Mr. BROWN, to which I had intended, with Bad enough 'twas for Troy to be sack'd by a all becoming gravity, to advert; but I begin to Horse, The Trifles here alluded to, and others, which have think the task is altogether as useless as it is tire-But for us to be ruin'd by Ponies, still worse!" some. Calumnies and misrepresentations of this sort are, like the arguments and statements of Dr. Duigenan, not at all the less vivacious or less serviceable to their fabricators for having been refuted and disproved a thousand times over: they are brought forward again, as good as new, whenever malice or stupidity is in want of them, and are as useful as the old broken lantern, in Fielding's Amelia, which the watchman always *Pindar, Pyth, 2.-My friend certainly cannot add ούτ' εν ανδρασι γερασφόρον. +Bishop of Case Nigræ, in the fourth century. it is pro since appeared, will be found in this edition.-Publisher. merely throw out this emendation for the learned, This young Lady, who is a Roman Catholic, has lately made a present of some beautiful ponies to the Pr-nc-ss. Quick a council is call'd-the whole cabinet sitsThe Archbishops declare, frighten'd out of their wits, That if vile Popish ponies should eat at my manger, From that awful moment the Church is in danger! As, give them but stabling, and shortly no stalls Will suit their proud stomachs but those of St. Paul's. The Doctor, and he, the devout man of Leather, V-ns-tt-t, now laying their saint-heads together, Declare that these skittish young a-bominations Lord H-rr-by, hoping that no one imputes That had these said creatures been Asses, not The court would have started no sort of objection, As Asses were, there, always sure of protection. "If the Pr-nc-ss will keep them (says Lord C-stl-r-gh,) To make them quite harmless the only true way it out." Or if this be thought cruel-his Lordship proposes "The new Veto-snaffle to bind down their nosesA pretty contrivance, made out of old chains, Which appears to indulge, while it doubly re strains; This proposal received pretty general applause From the statesmen around-and the neck-breaking clause Had a vigour about it, which soon reconciled I shall drive to your door in these Vetos some day, LETTER II. FROM COLONEL M'M-H-N TO G-LD DEAR Sir, I've just had time to look * See the Edinburgh Review, No. xl. Wherein-as plain as man can speak, All, that can well be understood But, to your work's immortal credit, Last levee-morn he look'd it through He thinks, with you, the imagination But now, he trusts, we are coming near a Better and more royal era; When England's monarch need but say, 66 Whip me those scoundrels, C-stl-r-gh!" Or-"hang me up those Papists, Eld-n,' And 'twill be done-ay, faith, and well done. With view to which, I've his command But, pray, whate'er you may impart, write You'll send it, also, speedily-- All sorts of dulimans and pouches, You therefore have no time to waste So send your system.― Your's, in haste. POSTSCRIPT. Before I send this scrawl away, I seize a moment, just to say Where Love and Age went hand in hand ;* While you live-what's there under that cover? pray, look) While you live-(I'll just taste it)-ne'er keep a She-cook. 'Tis a sound Salic law-(a small bit of that toast)— Which ordains that a female shall ne'er rule the roast; For Cookery's a secret-(this turtle's uncommon) Like Masonry, never found out by a woman!" The dinner, you know, was in gay celebration Of my brilliant triumph and H-nt's condemnation; A compliment too to his Lordship the J-e For his speech to the J-y, and zounds! who would grudge Turtle-soup, though it came to five guineas a bowl, To reward such a loyal and complaisant soul? We were all in high gig-Roman Punch and Tokay Travell'd round, till our heads travell'd just the same way, And we cared not for Juries or Libels-no dam'me! nor head surprised!" But of late they had lain so long soaking in wine When the dinner was over, we drank, every one And E-B'R-H chuckled to hear himself quoted *The learned Colonel must allude here to a description of the Mysterious Isle, in the History of Abdalla, Son of Hanif, where such inversions of the order of na- Our next round of toasts was a fancy quite new, ture are said to have taken place.-"A score of old women and the same number of old men, played here For we drank—and you'll own 'twas benevolent and there in the court, some at chuck-farthing, others at tip-cat or at cockles."-And again, "There is nothing, believe me, more engaging than those lovely wrinkles," etc. etc.-See Tales of the East, vol. iii., pp. 607, 608. †This letter, as the reader will perceive, was written the day after a dinner, given by the M H-d of too In short, not a soul till this morning would budge- To whom then but to thee, my friend, I write this in bed, while my whiskers are airing, As I feel I want something to give me a laugh, close To his Cornwall accounts, after taking a dose ! LETTER IV. Of Bulls, half Irish and half Roman,- Farewell-I send with this, dear N--CH-L! A rod or two I've had in pickle FROM THE RIGHT HON. P-TR-CK D-G-N-N Wherewith to trim old GR-TT-N's jacket.— Dublin.* LAST week, dear N-CH-L, making merry At dinner with our Secretary, To humbug them with kind professions, Yes-"muzzled" was the word, SIR JOHN- To prove that they, who damn'd us then, Of GR-TT-N's fire and C-NN-G's wit, If there among our ranks be one To take my place, 'tis thou, SIR JOHN- *This letter, which contained some very heavy inclosures, seems to have been sent to London by a private hand, and then put into the Twopenny Post-Office, to save trouble. In sending this sheet to the Press, however, I learn that the "muzzle" has been taken off, and the Right Hon. Doctor let loose again. P. D. Among the Inclosures in the foregoing Letter was the following" Unanswerable Argument against the Papists." WE'RE told the ancient Roman nation Which proves them all, O'FINNS, O'FAGANS, |