Young bards to dream of virtuous fame, Or erring head, some living maid Of what this worthy Maman stray'd For attributes, his noblest, firstNot with that base idolatry, Which sanctifies his last and worst. I may be cold—may want that glow I fear, I feel, I have it not, The charms of this delightful spot- From all the heart would fain forgetThis narrow valley, and the song Of its smıll murmuring rivuletThe fitting to and fro of birds, Tranquil and tame as they were once Of man disturb'd their orisons ! Through weeping willows, like the snatches Of far-off scenes of light, which Hope, Even through the shade of sadness, catches !All this, which-could I once but lose The memory of those vulgar ties, Whose grossness all the heavenliest hues Of Genius can no more disguise, Than the sun's beams can do away The filth of fens o'er which they playThis scene, which would have fill'd my heart With thoughts of all that happiest is Of Love, where self hath only part, As echoing back another's bliss Our sympathies with human woe, Purer and fresher in their flow- 'T wixt quiet mirth and wise employOf tranquil nights, that give in dreams The moonlight of the morning's joy !-- With Fancy's flame (and it was his What an impostor Genius is How with that strong, mimetic art Which is its life, and soul, it takes All shapes of thought, all hues of heart, Nor feels, itself, one throb it wakesHow like a gem its light may smile D'er the dark path, by mortals trod, Itself as mean a worm, the while, As crawls along the sullying sodWhat sensibility may fall From its false lip, what plans to bless, While home, friends, kindred, country, all, Lie waste beneath its selfishnessHow, with the pencil hardly dry From colouring up such scenes of love And beauty, as make young hearts sigh. And dream, and think through Heaven they rove, They, who can thus describe and move, The very workers of these charms, Some Maman's or Theresa's arms ! Sounding her timbrels, to set free Of priestcraft and of slavery, As ever lord or patron made, Like stunted brushwood, in his shade' Out on the craft-I'd rather be One of those hinds that round me tread, With just enough of sense to see The noon-day sun that 's o'er my head, Than thus, with high-built genius cursed, That hath heart for its foundation, Be all, at once, that 's brightest-worst Sublimest-meanest in creation ! NOTES. Page 203, line 57. de conduite tracée par des hommes graves, à leurs Thy perfidy, still worse than aught successeurs, et consignée dans des statuts.” Thy own unblushing SARPI taught. The cases in which assassination is ordered by The spirit in which these maxims of Father Paul these statutes are as follow :are written, may be sufficiently judged from the in- “Un ouvrier de l'arsenal, un chef de ce qu'on apstructions which he gives for the management of the pelle parmi les marins le menstrance, passait-il au Venetian colonies and provinces. Of the former he service d'une puissance étrangère, il fallait le faire says :—“Il faut les traiter comme des animaux féro- assassiner, surtout si c'était un homme réputé brave ces, les rogner les dents, et les griffes, les humilier et habile dans sa profession.”—(Art. 3, des Statuts.) souvent, surtout leur ôter les occasions de s'aguerrir. “Avait-il commis quelque action qu'on ne jugait Du pain et le bâton, voilà ce qu'il leur faut; gardons pas à propos de punir juridiquement, on devait le l'humanité pour une meilleure occasion." faire empoisonner.”—(Art. 14.) For the treatment of the provinces he advises thus: “Un artisan passait-il à l'étranger en v exportant “Tendre à dépouiller les villes de leurs priviléges, quelque procédé de l'industrie nationale : c'était enfaire que les habitans s'appauvrissent, et que leurs core un crime capital, que la loi inconnue ordonnait biens soient achetés par les Vénitiens. Ceux qui, de punir par un assassinat.”—(Art. 26.) dans les conseils municipaux, se montreront ou plus The facility with which they got rid of their Duke audacieux ou plus dévoués aux intérêts de la popula- of Bedfords, Lord Fitzwilliams, etc. was admirable ; tion, il faut les perdre ou les gagner à quelque prix it was thus :que ce soit : enfin, s'il se trouve dans les provinces “Le patricien qui se permettait la moindre propos quelques chefs de parti, il faut les exterminer sous un contre le gouvernement, était admonété deux fois, et pretexte quelconque, mais en evitant de recourir a la à la troisième noye comme incorrigible.—(Art. 39.) justice ordinaire. Que le poison fasse l'office du bourreau, cela est moins odieux et beaucoup plus profitable.” Page 205, line 77. Reflexions on reading, etc. The “Conjuration de Nicolas Gabrini, dit de RiBy the infamous statutes of the State Inquisition, etc. enzi,” by the Jesuit de Cerceau, is chiefly taken from M. Daru has given an abstract of these Statutes, the much more authentic work of Fortifiocca on the from a manuscript in the Bibliothèque du Roi, and it same subject. Rienzi was the son of a laundress. is hardly credible that such a system of treachery Page 206, line 9. and cruelty should ever have been established by any Their gilded gonfalons. government, or submitted to, for an instant, by any “Les gentilshommes conjurés portaient devant lui people. Among various precautions against the in- trois étendarts. Nicolas Guallato, surnommé le bon trigues of their own nobles, we find the following :- diseur, portait le premier, qui était de couleur rouge, “ Pour persuader aux étrangers qu'il était difficile et et plus grand que les autres. On y voyait des caracdangereux d'entretenir quelque intrigue secrète avec tères d'or avec une femme assize sur deux lions, les nobles Vénitiens, on imagina de faire avertir mys-tenant d'une main le globe du monde, et de l'autre térieusement le Nonce du Pape (afin que les autres une Palme pour representer la ville de Rome. ministres en fussent joformés) que l'Inquisition avait C'était le Gonfalon de la Liberte. Le Second, à autorisé les patriciens à poignarder quiconque essaie- fonds blanc, avec un St. Paul tenant de la droite une rait de tenter leur fidélité. Mais craignant que les Epee nue et de la gauche la couronne de Justice, était ambassadeurs ne prêtassent foi difficilement à une porté par Etienne Magnacuccia, notaire apostolique. délibération, qui en effet n'existait pas, l'Inquisition Dans le troisième, St. Pierre avait en main les clefs voulait prouver qu'elle en était capable. Elle or- de la Concorde et de la Paix. Tout cela insinuait le donna des recherches pour découvrir s'il n'y avait dessein de Rienzi, qui était de rétablir la liberté, la pas dans Venise quelque exilé audessus du commun, justice, et la paix.”—Du Cerceau, liv. 2. qui eût rompu son ban; ensuite un des patriciens qui étaient aux gages du tribunal, recut la mission d'as Page 206, line 63. sassiner ce malheureux, et l'ordre de s'en vanter, en That Ghost of Her, disant qu'il s'était porté à cet acte, parce que ce banni The world's Imperial Mistress. était l'agent d'un ministre étranger, et avait cherché This image is borrowed from Hobbes, whose words à le corrompre.”—“Remarquons,” adds M. Daru, are, as near as I can recollect :-“For what is the que ceci n'est pas une simple anecdote ; c'est une Papacy, but the Ghost of the old Roman Empire, mission projetée, délibérée, écrite d'avance; une règle sitting crowned on the grave thereof?" 2 D FABLES FOR THE **** ******** tu Regibus alas Eripe. Virgil. Georg. lib. iv. clip the wings Dryden's Translation. FABLE I. A Dream. As far as it is right or lawful It seems to me extremely awful. Methought, upon the Neva's flood A beautiful Ice Palace stood; A dome of frost-work, on the plan Of that once built by Empress Anne,' Which shone by moonlight—as the tale is Like an aurora borealis. 1 In this said palace-furnish'd all And lighted as the best on land are I dream'd there was a splendid ball, Given by the Emperor Alexander, To entertain, with all due zeal, Those holy gentlemen who 've shown a At Troppau, Laybach, and Verona. Shivering in grand illumination- Nor gave one thought to the foundation. To all plebeian fears a stranger, Had pledged her word there was no danger. So, on he caper'd, fearless quite, Thinking himself extremely clever, And waltz'd away with all his might, As if the frost would last for ever. Just fancy how a bard like me, Who reverence monarchs, must have trembled, To see that goodly company At such a ticklish sport assembled. Were seized with an ill-omen'd dripping, Their Holinesses took to slipping. The Czar, half through a Polonaise, Could scarce get on for downright stumbling, And Prussia, though to slippery ways So used, was cursedly near tumbling. This precious brace would hand in hand go; Call'd loudly out for a fandango. Scarce was the luckless strain begun, Shot from an angry southern sun- Astonishing old Father Frost, “A thaw, by Jove !-we're lost, we're lost' In palaces without foundations ? Crowns, fiddles, sceptres, decorations, With double heads for double dealings- Out of their claws on all the ceilings! a 1“It is well known that the Empress Anne built a palace of ice, on the Neva, in 1740, which was fifty-two feet in length, and when illuminated had a surprising effect.”— Pinkerton. The Easterns, in a Prince, 't is said, So that their Kings had not red hair- For the blood-royal well could bear. A thousand more such illustrations Might be adduced from various nations; But, 'mong the many tales they tell us, Touching the acquired or natural right Which some men have to rule their fellows, There's one which I shall here recite : Fable. Is neither now my wish nor duty- By right of their superior beauty. Of these great persons' chins and noses, No history I have seen discloses. Proud Prussia's double bird of prey, Proclaims how great her naval skill isPoor ******* drowning fleurs-de-lys Imagined themselves water-lilies. And not alone rooms, ceilings, shelves, But-still more fatal execution The Great Legitimates themselves Seem'd in a state of dissolution. The indignant Czar-when just about To issue a sublime Ukase“Whereas, all light must be kept out” Dissolved to nothing in its blaze. Next Prussia took his turn to melt, And, while his lips illustrious felt The influence of this southern air, Some word like "Constitution," long Conceal'd in frosty silence there, Came slowly thawing from his tongue. While ******, lapsing by degrees, And sighing out a faint adieu To truffles, salmis, toasted cheese, And smoking fondus, quickly grew Himself into a fondu too ;Or, like that goodly King they make Of sugar, for a twelfth-night cake, When, in some urchin's mouth, alas, It melts into a shapeless mass! In short, I scarce could count a minute Ere the bright dome, and all within itKings, Fiddlers, Emperors—all were gone! And nothing now was seen or heard But the bright river, rushing on, Happy as an enfranchised bird, And prouder of that natural ray, Shining along its chainless way, More proudly happy thus to glide In simple grandeur to the sea, Than when in sparkling fetters tied, And deck'd with all that kingly pride Could bring to light its slavery! Such is my dream-and, I confess, I tremble at its awfulness. That Spanish dance—that southern beamBut I say nothing—there's my dreamAnd Madame Krudener, the she-prophet, May make just what she pleases of it. But so it was a settled case Some act of Parliament, pass'd snugly, Had voted them a beauteous race, And all their faithful subjects ugly. As rank, indeed, stood high or low, Some change it made in visual organs ; Your Peers were decent-Knights, so so— But all your common people gorgons ! Of course, if any knave but hinted That the King's nose was turn'd awry, Or that the Queen (God save us !) squinted The judges doom'd that knave to die. But rarely things like this occurr'd: The people to their King were duteous, And took it, on his royal word, That they were frights and he was beauteous. The cause whereof, among all classes, Was simply this :—these island elves Had never yet seen looking-glasses, And, therefore, did not know themselves. Sometimes, indeed, their neighbours' faces Might strike them as more full of reason, More fresh than those in certain places, But, Lord! the very thought was treason ! Besides, howe'er we love our neighbour, And take his face's part, 't is known We never half so earnest labour, As when the face attack'd's our own. So, on they went—the crowd believing (As crowds well govern'd always do,) Their rulers, too, themselves deceiving So old the joke they thought it true. But jokes, we know, if they too far go, Must have an end; and so, one day, FABLE II. Proem. Raised to the throne, 't is strange to see Men have required in royalty. Have chosen their Sovereigns by the weight; Some wish'd them tall; some thought your dumpy, Dutch-built the true Legitimate.' | The Goths had a law to choose always a short thick man for their king.-Munster, Cosmog. lib. iii. 164. 1 “ In a Prince, a jolter-head is invaluable." - Oriental Field Sports. FABLE III. Proem. Enormous arches give beholders ; With a whole house upon their shoulders Or any such sufficient reason, To wish it otherwise were treason; Of course, knew all about the matter“Both men and beasts love monarchy :" Which proves how rational-the latter SIDNEY, indeed, we know, had quite A different notion from the knight ; Nay, hints a King may lose his head By slipping awkwardly his bridle: In patent snaffles) downright idle. That move my wrath, but your pretenders Your mushroom rulers, sons of earth, Who, not like t'others, crown'd offenders Push up into the loftiest stations, Presume, the dolts, to manage nations! Pigmy as are their minds, to set them time that fools will let them. Just hinting, by that gentle sign, How little Nature holds it true, That what is call'd an ancient line Must be the line of Beauty too. From Dukes' they pass'd to regal phizzes, Compared them proudly with their own, And cried, “How could such monstrous quizzes, In Beauty's name, usurp the throne ?" They then wrote essays, pamphlets, books, Upon cosmetical economy, Which made the King try various looks, But none improved his physiognomy. And satires at the Court they levell’d, And small lampoons, so full of slynesses, That soon, in short, they quite be-devil'd Their Majesties and Royal Highnesses. At length—but here I drop the veil, To spare some loyal folks' sensations : Besides, what follows is the tale Of all such late-enlighten’d nations ; Of all to whom old Time discloses A truth they should have sooner knownThat Kings have neither rights nor noses A whit diviner than their own. |