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In logics, he was quite Ho Panu !'
! If boy the baby chance to be, knew as much as ever man knew.
He cries OA!—if girl, OE! He fought the combat syllogistic
These are, says he, exceeding fair hints With so much skill and art eristic,
Respecting their first sinful parents ; That though you were the learned Stagyrite, “Oh Eve!” exclaimeth little madam, At once upon the hip he had you right!
While little master cries, “ O Adam !"! Sometimes indeed his speculations
In point of science astronomical, Were view'd as dangerous innovations.
It seem'd to him extremely comical, As thus—the Doctor's house did harbour a
That, once a year, the frolic sun Sweet blooming girl, whose name was Barbara : Should call at Virgo's house for fun, Oft, when his heart was in a merry key,
And stop a month and blaze around her, He taught this maid his esoterica,
Yet leave her Virgo, as he found her! And sometimes, as a cure for hectics,
But, 'twas in Optics and Dioptricks, Would lecture her in dialectics.
Our dæmon play'd his first and top tricks : How far their zeal let him and her go
He held that sunshine passes quicker Before they came to sealing Ergo,
Through wine than any other liquor ; Or how they placed the medius terminus,
That glasses are the best utensils Our chronicles do not determine us ;
To catch the eyes bewilder'd pencils ; But so it was—by some confusion
And though he saw no great objection In this their logical prælusion,
To steady light and pure reflection, The Doctor wholly spoil'd, they say,
He thought the aberrating rays, The figure of young Barbara ;
Which play about a bumper's blaze, And thus, by many a snare sophistic,
Were by the Doctors look'd, in common, on, And enthymeme paralogistic,
As a more rare and rich phenomenon! Beguild a maid, who could not give,
He wisely said that the sensorium To save her life, a negative."
Is for the eyes a great emporium, In music, though he had no ears
To which those noted picture stealers Except for that among the spheres,
Send all they can, and meet with dealers. (Which most of all, as he averr'd it,
In many an optical proceeding He dearly lov'd, 'cause no one heard it,)
The brain, he said, show'd great good breeding; Yet aptly he, at sight, could read
For instance, when we ogle women, Each tuneful diagram in Bede,
(A trick which Barbara tutor'd him in,) And find, by Euclid's corollaria,
Although the dears are apt to get in a The ratios of a jig or aria.
Strange position on the retina, But, as for all your warbling Delias,
Yet instantly the modest brain
Doth set them on their legs again !
Of all omnigenous omnisciency,
Began (as who would not begin
That had, like him, so much within ?)
Folios, quartos, large and small sorts ;
Poems, so very deep and sensible, Like that great little man Albertus,
That they were quite incomprehensible, Wherein he show'd the reason why,
Prose, which had been at learning's Fair, When children first are heard to cry,
And bought up all the trumpery there, 1 O IANY. The introduction of this language into English poetry has a good effect, and ought to be more uni
1 This is translated almost literally from a passage in Alversally adopted. A word or two of Greek in 9 stanza bertus de Secretis, etc.- I have not the book by me, or 1 would serve as a ballast to the most "Jight o' love" verses. would transcribe the words. Ausonius, among the ancients, may serve as a model: Ου γαρ μοι θιμες εστιν in hac regione μινoντι
2 Alluding to that habitual act of the judgment, by which, Αξιον ab nostris επιδευε και esse καμηνα καις.
notwithstanding the inversion of the image upon the retina, Rosnard, the French poet, bas enriched his sonnets and a correct impression of the object is conveyed to the sen odes with many an exquisito morsel from the Lexicon. His sorium. Chère Entelechie, in addressing his mistress, is admirable, 3 Under this description, I believe, "the Devil among the and can be only matched by Cowley's Antiperistasis. Scholars" quay be included. Yet Leibnitz found out the
2 The first figure of simple syllogisms, to which Barbara uses of incomprehensibility, when he was appointed secrebelongs, together with Celarent, Darii, and Ferio.
tary to a society of philosophers at Nuremberg, merely for 3 Because the three propositions in the mood of Barbara his merit in writing a cabalistical letter, one word of which are universal affirmatives.--The poet borrowed this equi- neither they nor himself could interpret. See the Eloge voque upoo Barbara from a curious Epigram which Mencke- Historique de M. de Leibnitz, l'Europe Savante.-People nius gives in a note upon his Essays de Charlataneria of all ages have loved to be puzzled. We find Cicero Ermitorum. In the Nuptia Peripatetica of Caspar Bar- thanking Atticus for having seni him a work of Serapion læus, the reader will find some facetious applications of the “ ex quo (says he) quidem ego (quod inter nos liceat dicere) erms of logic to matrimony. Crambe's 'Treatise on Syllo- millesimam partem vix intelligo." Lib. 2. Epist. 4. And gisms, in Martinus Scriblerus, is borrowed chiefly from the we know that Avicen, the learned Arabian, read Aristotle's Nuptiæ Peripateticæ of Barlmus.
Metaphysics forty times over, for the supreme pleasure of 4'Or, Glasg-Breakør.-Morhofius has given an account of being able to inform the world that he could not comprehend this extraordinary man, in a work published 1682. “De one syllable throughout them.-Nicolas Mossa in Pit vitreo csypho fracto," ate.
The tatter'd rags of every vest,
Worse than M***'s Latin, In which the Greeks and Romans drest,
Or the smooth codicil And o'er her figure, swoln and antic,
To a witch's will, where she brings her cat in! Scatter'd them all with airs so frantic,
I treat my goddess ill, That those, who saw the fits she had,
(My muse I mean) to make her speak 'em; Declar'd unhappy prose was mad!
Like the Verbum Græcum, Epics he wrote, and scores of rebusses,
Spermagoraiolekitholakanopolides,' All as neat as old Turnebus's;
Words that ought only be said upon holidays,
When one has nothing else to do.
But, dearest George, though every bone is aching Not the scribbling bard of Ptolemy,
After this shaking, No-nor the hoary Trismegistus,
And trying to regain the socket, (Whose writings all, thank Heaven! have miss'd us,)
From which the stage thought fit to rock it, Ere fill'd with lumber such a ware-room
I fancy I shall sleep the better
For having scrawl'd a kind of letter As this great “porcus literarum !"
It seems to me like—“George, good-night!"
Though far the spot I date it from;
To which I fancy, while I write,
Your answer back-"Good night t'ye Tom."
But do not think that I shall turn all
Sorts of quiddities, FROM FREDERICKSBURGH, VIRGINIA,” JUNE 2D.
Into my journal;
That I shall tell you the different prices
Of eating, drinking, and such other vices,
To "contumace your appetite's acidities !"'?
No, no; the Muse too delicate bodied is
For such commodities !
Neither suppose, like fellow of college, she Over rivers of mud, whose names alone
Can talk of conchology,
Or meteorology ;
Or, that a nymph, who wild as comet errs,
Can discuss barometers, Who ever heard of names so barbarous ?
Farming tools, statistic histories, 1 These fragments form but a small part of a ridiculous Geography, law, or such like mysteries, medley of pro:e and dougerel, into which, for my amuse- For which she does'nt care thee skips of ment, I threw some of the incidents of my journey. If it Prettiest flere, that e'er the lips of were even in a more rational form, there is yet much of it Catharine Roache look'd smiling upon, too allusive and too personal for publication.
2 Having remained about a week at New-York, where I When bards of France all, one by one, gaw Midume Jerome Bonaparte, and felt a slight shock of Declar'd that never did hand approach an earihquake, (the only things that particularly awakened my attentien,) I sailed again in the Boston for Norfolk, from Such flea as was caught upon Catharine Roache !) whence I proceeded on my tour to the northward, through Williamsburgh, etc. At Richmond there are a few men of considerable talen's. Mr. Wickham, one of their celebrated Sentiment, George, I'll talk when I've got any, legal characters, is a gentleman whose manners and mode of life would do honour to the most cultivated societies: Oh! Linnæus has made such a prig o'me,
And botany, Judge Marshall, the author of Washington's Life, is another very distinguished ornament of Richmond. These Cases l'll find of such polygamy gentlemen, I must observe, are of that respectable, but at
Under every bush, present unpopular party, the Federalists.
3 What Mr. Weld says of the continual vecessity of As would make the “shy curcuma' bulancing or trimming the stage, in passing over some of the wr tched roads in America, is by no means exaggerated. " The driver frequently had to call to the passengers in the 1 Σπιρμαγοραιολιχιζολαχανοπωλιδες.
From the Ly stage, to lean ou of the carriage, first at one side, then at sistrata of Aristophanes, v. 458. the other, to prevent it from oversetting in the deep ruts 2 This phrase is taken verbatim from an account of an ex with which the road abounds! Now gentlemen, to the pedition to Drummond's Pond, by one of those many Ameright ;' upon which the passengers all stretched their bodies ricans who profess to think that the English language, as it half way out of the carriage, to balance it on that side. has been hitherto written, is deficient in what they call re
Now gentlemen, to the left;' and so on."-Weld's Tra- publican energy. One of the savans of Washington is far vels, Letter iii.
advanced in the construction of a new language for the 4 Beforo the stage can pass one of these bridges, the United States, which is supposed to be a mixture of Hebrew driver is obliged to stop and arrange the loose planks of and Mikmak. which it is composed, in the manner that best suits his 3 Aluding to a collection of pneme, called “La Puce des ideas of safrty: anil, as the planks are again disturbed by grands-jours de Poitiers." They were all written upou a the passing of the chach, the next travellers who arrive Hea, which Stephen Pasquier found on the bosom of the bave f course a new arrangement to make. Mahomet tumous Catharine des Roaches, one morning during the (as Sale tells us) was at some poi a to imagine a precarious grands-jours of Poitiers. I ask pardon of the learned kind of bridge for the entrance of paralise, in order to en- Catharine's memory, for my vulgar alteration of her most hance the pleasures of arrival: a Virginian bridge, I think, respectable name. would have answered his purpose completely.
“Curcuma, cold and shy." --Darsin.
14 blush ;
Vice under every name and shape,
The Lord deliver us!
And, George, be sure
(Nor thou be risible)
If it were visible.
The evening now grew dark and still ;
By any chance he
Could take a fancy
I wrote a sonnet.2
And now, to tell you the gay variety
Of my stage society,
What pity, blooming girl!
One tooth of pearl !"
There was ****
Than, if there were an income-tax on brains,
I ask'd the Scholar,
If his--wbat d'ye call her ?
Alma Mater and her Bishop
And were much advancing
In dancing ?
1 "Observed likewise in these savannas abundance of liamsburgh! But when he wrote, his countrymen had no: the ludicrous Dionaa Muscipula."- Bartram's Travels in yet introduced the “ doctrinam deos spernentem" into AmeNorth America. For his description of this "caruiverous rica. vegetable," see Introduction, p. 13.
1 John Smith, a famous traveller, and by far the most This philosophical Duke, deveribing the view from Mr. enterprising of the first seuilers in Virginia. How much he Jefferson's house, says, "the Atlantic might be seen, were was indebted to the interesting young Pocabuntas, daughter it not for the greatness of the distance, which renders that of King Powhatan, may be seen in all the histories of this prospect impossible." See his Travels.
colony. In the dedication of his own work to the Dutchess 3 Polygnotus was the first painter, says Pliny, who show- of Richmond, he thus enumerates his bonnes fortunes : ed the teeth in his portraits. He would scarcely, I think, " Yet my comfort is, that heretofore honourable and vertuhave been lempted to such an innovation in America. ous ladies, and comparable but among themselves, have
4 The Marquis de Chastellux, in his wise letter to Mr. offered me rescue and protection in my greatest dangers. Madison, Profe-sor of Philosophy in the College of William Even in forraine parts I have felt reliefe from that sex. The and Mary at Williamsburgh, dwells with much earnestness beauteous lady Trabigzanda, when I was a slave to the on the attention which should be paid to dancing. See his Turks, did all she could to serure me. When I overcame Travels. This college, the only one in the state of Virginia, the Bashaw of Nalbrils in Tartaria, the charitable lady and the first which I saw in America, gave me but a melan- Callamata supplyed my necessities. In the utmost of my eboly idea of republican seats of learning. That contempt extremities, that blessed Pocahuntas, the great King's daughfor the elegancies of education, which the American demo ter of Virginia oft saved my life." crals affect, is no where more grossly conspicuous than in Davis, in his whimsical Travels through America, has Virginia : the young men, who look for advancement, study manufactured into a kind romance the loves of Mr. Rolfo rather to be demagogues than politicians; and as everything with this “ opaci maxima mundi," Pocahuntas. that distinguishes from the multitude is supposed to be in- 2 For the Sonnet, ser page 121. vidious and unpopular, the levelling system is applied to 3" The American stages are the true political carriages." education, and has had all the effect which its partizans could -- Brissot's Travels, Letter 6th. There is nothing more desire, by producing a most extensive equality of ignorance. amusing than the philosophical singrries of these French The Abbé Raynal, in his prophetic admonitions to the Ame- travellers. In one of the letters of Clavière, prefired to ricane, directing their attention very strongly to learned cr- those of Brissot, upon their plan for establishing a republie tablishments, says, "When the youth of a country are seen of philosophers in some part of the western world, he indepraved, the nation is on the declino." I know not what treats Brissot to be particular in choosing a place where the Abbe Raynal would pronounce of this nation now, were there are no muequitoes :" forsooth, no quid respublica detri he alivo to know the morals of the young students at Wilmenti caperet!
TO A FRIEND. When next you see the black-ey'd Caty, The loving languid girl of Hayti,' Whose finger so expertly plays Amid the ribbon's silken maze, Just like Aurora, when she ties A rainbow round the morning skies ! Say, that I hope, when winter's o'er,
On Norfolk's bank again to rove, And then shall search the ribbon store
For some of Caty's softest love.
Yet want it not entirely new;
About-suppose a week or two.
FROM THE GREEK." I've prest her bosom oft and oft ;
In spite of many a pouting cheek, Have touch'd her lip in dalliance soft,
And play'd around her silvery neck. But, as for more, the maid's so coy,
That saints or angels might have seen us; She's now for prudence, now for joy,
Minerva half, and half a Venus. When Venus makes her bless me near,
Why then, Minerva makes her loth; And-oh the sweet tormenting dear!
She makes me mad between them both !
"Errare malo cum Platone, quam cum aliis recte sentire."
Cicero. I would rather think wrongly with Plato, than rightly with
any one else.
ON A BEAUTIFUL EAST-INDIAN. If all the daughters of the sun
Have loving looks and eyes of flame, Go, tell me not that she is one
'Twas from the wintry moon she came! And yet, sweet eye! thou ne'er wert given
To kindle what thou dost not feel; And yet, thou flushing lip—by heaven!
Thou ne'er wert made for Dian's seal ! Oh! for a sunbeam, rich and warm
From thy own Ganges' fervid haunts, To light thee up, thou lovely form!
To all my soul adores and wants : To see thee burn-to faint and sigh
Upon that bosom as it blaz'd, And be myself the first to die,
Amid the flame myself had rais'd!
1802. Fanny, my love, we ne'er were sages,
But, trust me, all that Tully's zeal Express'd for Plato's glowing pages,
All that, and more, for thee I feel! Whate'er the heartless world decree,
Howe'er unfeeling prudes condemn, FANNY! I'd rather sin with thee,
Than live and die a saint with them!
But a thousand temptations beset me,
How delicious 'twould be—if you'd let me! Then be not so angry for what I have done,
Nor say that you've sworn to forget me; They were buds of temptation too pouting to shun,
And I thought that—you could not but let me ! When your lip with a whisper came close to my cheek,
Oh think how bewitching it met me!
Your eye seem'd to say-you would let me! Then forgive the transgression, and bid me remain,
For, in truth, if I go you'll regret me;
And I'll do all you wish—will you let me ?
But there is one, a gentler one,
Would ne'er have done as thine has done.
When every curious eye was fled, And all that love could look or say,
We might have look'd, we might have said. Would she have felt me trembling press,
Nor trembling press to me again? Would she have had the power to bless,
Yet want the heart to bless me then ?
Ασχετα λυσσωων βοσκομαι αργυρουν"
Παρθενον αμφιπον λεκρον αναινομενην
1 Among the West-Indian French at Norfolk, there are some very interesting Saint Domingo girls, who, in the day, sell millinery, etc. and at night assemble in little cotillion parties, where they dance away the remembrance of their unfortunate country, and forget the miseries which“
"los mis des noirs" have brought upon them.
As heaven has made for those who love ?
For those who love, and long to steal What none but hearts of ice reprove,
What none but hearts of fire can feel ! Go, go-an age of vulgar years
May now be pin'd, be sigh'd away, Before one blessed hour appears,
Like that which we have lost to-day!
At night, what dear employ to trace,
That's hid by darkness from the sight;
Is telling to the soul at night!
And I beside thee calmly sleeping;
And life has nothing worth our keeping ! No-common souls may bear decline
Of all that throbb'd them once so high; But hearts that beat like thine and mine,
Must still love on-love on or die!
Of footstep, coming soft and light!
That foot that comes so soft at night!
Though still the western clouds are bright;
With those we love exchang’d at night! 1 These lines allude to a curious lamp, which has for its device a Cupid, with the words "at night" written over aim.
'Tis true, our early joy was such,
That nature could not bear th' excess! It was too much for life too much
Though life be all a blank with less ! To see that eye so cold, so still,
Which once, O God! could melt in bliss No, no, I cannot bear the chill
Hate, burning hate were heaven to this!