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Judges in very formidable ermine

Were there, with brows that did not much invite The accused to think their lordships would determine His cause by leaning much from might to right: Bishops, who had not left a single sermon: Attorneys-general, awful to the sight,

As hinting more (unless our judgments warp us)
Of the "Star Chamber" than of " Habeas Corpus."


Generals, some all in armour, of the old

And iron time, ere lead had ta'en the lead; Others in wigs of Marlborough's martial fold, Huger than twelve of our degenerate breed: Lordlings, with staves of white or keys of gold: Nimrods, whose canvass scarce contain❜d the steed; And here and there some stern high patriot stood, Who could not get the place for which he sued.


But ever and anon, to soothe your vision,
Fatigued with these hereditary glories,
There rose a Carlo Dolce or a Titian,

Or wilder group of savage Salvatore's: (1)
Here danced Albano's boys, and here the sea shone
In Vernet's ocean lights; and there the stories

Of martyrs awed, as Spagnoletto tainted

His brush with all the blood of all the sainted.

(1) Salvator Rosa

["Whate'er Lorraine light touch'd with softening hue,
Or savage Rosa dash'd, or learned Poussin drew."

THOMSON'S Castle of Indolence.]


Here sweetly spread a landscape of Lorraine ;
There Rembrandt made his darkness equal light,
Or gloomy Caravaggio's gloomier stain.

Bronzed o'er some lean and stoic anchorite:-
But, lo! a Teniers woos, and not in vain,

Your eyes to revel in a livelier sight:

His bell-mouth'd goblet makes me feel quite Danish (1)
Or Dutch with thirst-What, ho! a flask of Rhenish.


O reader! if that thou canst read,

and know,

'Tis not enough to spell, or even to read, To constitute a reader; there must go

Virtues of which both you and I have need. Firstly, begin with the beginning-(though

That clause is hard); and secondly, proceed; Thirdly, commence not with the end-or, sinning In this sort, end at least with the beginning.


But, reader, thou hast patient been of late,
While I, without remorse of rhyme, or fear,
Have built and laid out ground at such a rate,
Dan Phoebus takes me for an auctioneer.
That poets were so from their earliest date,
By Homer's" Catalogue of ships" is clear;
But a mere modern must be moderate-
I spare you then the furniture and plate.


(1) If I err not, "your Dane," is one of Iago's catalogue of nations "exquisite in their drinking."


The mellow autumn came, and with it came
The promised party, to enjoy its sweets.
The corn is cut, the manor full of game;
The pointer ranges, and the sportsman beats
In russet jacket:-lynx-like is his aim ;

Full grows his bag, and wonderful his feats.
Ah, nutbrown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants!
And ah, ye poachers!-'Tis no sport for peasants.


An English autumn, though it hath no vines,
Blushing with Bacchant coronals along
The paths, o'er which the far festoon entwines
The red grape in the sunny lands of song,
Hath yet a purchased choice of choicest wines;
The claret light, and the Madeira strong.
If Britain mourn her bleakness, we can tell her,
The very best of vineyards is the cellar.


Then, if she hath not that serene decline
Which makes the southern autumn's day appear
As if 't would to a second spring resign
The season, rather than to winter drear,-
Of in-door comforts still she hath a mine,—
The sea-coal fires, the "earliest of the year;" (1)

(1) ["Gray's omitted stanza

'Here scatter'd oft, the earliest of the year,

By hands unseen, are showers of violets found;
The redbreast loves to build and warble here,

And little footsteps lightly print the ground.'

is as fine as any in the Elegy. I wonder that he could have the heart to omit it."-B. Diary, Feb. 1821.]

Without doors, too, she may compete in mellow,
As what is lost in green is gain'd in yellow.


And for the effeminate villeggiatura—


Rife with more horns than hounds-she hath the So animated that it might allure a

Saint from his beads to join the jocund race; Even Nimrod's self might leave the plains of Dura, (1) And wear the Melton jacket (2) for a space: If she hath no wild boars, she hath a tame Preserve of bores, who ought to be made game.


The noble guests, assembled at the Abbey,

Consisted of

we give the sex the pas― The Duchess of Fitz-Fulke; the Countess Crabby; The Ladies Scilly, Busey;-Miss Eclat, Miss Bombazeen, Miss Mackstay, Miss O'Tabby, And Mrs. Rabbi, the rich banker's squaw;

Also the honourable Mrs. Sleep,

Who look'd a white lamb, yet was a black sheep:


With other Countesses of Blank-but rank;
At once the "lie" and the " élite" of crowds;
Who pass like water filter'd in a tank,

All purged and pious from their native clouds;

(1) In Assyria.

(2) [For a graphic account of Melton Mowbray, the head-quarters of the English chase, see Quarterly Review, vol. xlvii. p. 216.]

Or paper turn'd to money by the Bank:

No matter how or why, the passport shrouds The "passée" and the past; for good society Is no less famed for tolerance than piety,—


That is, up to a certain point; which point
Forms the most difficult in punctuation.
Appearances appear to form the joint

On which it hinges in a higher station;
And so that no explosion cry "Aroint

Thee, witch!" (1) or each Medea has her Jason; Or (to the point with Horace and with Pulci) "Omne tulit punctum, quæ miscuit utile dulci.”


I can't exactly trace their rule of right,
Which hath a little leaning to a lottery.
I've seen a virtuous woman put down quite
By the mere combination of a coterie;
Also a so-so matron boldly fight

Her way back to the world by dint of plottery, And shine the very Siria (2) of the spheres, Escaping with a few slight, scarless sneers.


I have seen more than I'll say:-but we will see
How our villeggiatura will get on.
The party might consist of thirty-three

Of highest caste—the Brahmins of the ton.


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(1) ["Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries."—

(2) Siria, i. e. bitch-star.

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