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Ah, never be false to me, fair as thou art,
GREGson, and in which the language and sentiments Nor belie all the many kind things thou hast said ; of Coachee are transferred so ingeniously to the NoThe falsehood of other nymphs touches the Heart, ble person represented) is as follows: But the fibbing, my dear, plays the dev'l with the Head!
YA-HIP, MY HEARTIES!
Sung by Jack Holmes, the Coachman, at a late MasqueYet, who would not prize, beyond honours and pelf,
rade in St. Giles's, in the character of Lo dC-ST-R-GI. A maid to whom Beauty such treasures has granted, That, ah! she not only has black eyes herself,
I FIRST was hired to peg a Hack' But can furnish a friend with a pair, too, if wanted!
They call “The Erin," sometime back,
Where soon I learn'd to patter flash,
To curb the tits and tip the lash-
So much, he had me up to town,
To tools “The Constitution" here, Sweet Maid of the Fancy! when love first came o'er
So, ya-hip, Hearties ! here am I
That drive the Constitution Fly.
Some wonder how the Fly holds out,
So rotten 't is, within, without; Thus a new set of darbies,' when first they are worn,
So loaded too, through thick and thin, Makes the Jail-birduneasy, though splendid their
And with such heavy creturs In.
But Lord, 't will 'ast our time or if ray; But the links will lie lighter the longer they're borne,
The wheels should, now and then, get stiff, And the comfort increase, as the shine fades away!
Oil of Palm 's the thing that, flowing,
So, ya-hip, Hearties ! etc. I had hoped that it would have been in my power Some wonder, too, the tits that pull to gratify the reader with several of Mr. GREGSON's This rum concern along, so full, lyrical productions, but I have only been able to pro- Should never back or bolt, or kick cure copies of Two Songs, or Chaunts, which were The load and driver to Old Nick. written by him for a Masquerade, or Fancy Ball,
But, never fear—the breed, though British, given lately at one of the most Fashionable Cock-and
Is now no longer game or skittish; Hen clubs in St. Giles's. Though most of the com
Except sometimes about their corn, pany were without characters, there were a few very
Tamer Houyhnhnmsø ne'er were born. lively and interesting maskers; among whom, we
So, ya-hip, Hearties ! etc. particularly noticed Bill RICHMOND, as the Emperor of Hayti," attended by Sutton, as a sort of black And then so sociably we ride! Mr. V-NS—T—t; and Ikey Pig made an excel- While some have places, snug, inside, lent 1-8 D-XH-T. The beautiful Mrs. CROCKEY,* Some hoping to be there anon, who keeps the Great Rag Shop in Bermondsey, went Through many a dirty road hang on. as the Old Lady of Threadneedle Street. She was And when we reach a filthy spot observed to flirt a good deal with the black Mr. (Plenty of which there are, God wot,) V-NS—T—T, but, to do her justice, she guarded her You'd laugh to see, with what an air • Hesperidum mala" with all the vigilance of a dra- We take the spatter-each his share ! goness. JACK HOLMES,' the pugilistic Coachman,
So, ya-hip, Hearties ! etc. personated Lord C-ST-R-GH, and sang in admirable style
1 To drive a hackney coach. Hack, however, seems in Ya-hip, my Hearties! here am I
this place to mean an old broken down stage-coach. That drive the Constitution Fly.
2 To talk slang, parliamentary or otherwise. This Sorg (which was written for him by Mr. 3 Horses.
4 Money. 5 A process carried on successfully under the Roman Em
perors, as appears from what Tacitus says of the " Instru1 Fetters.
menta Regni."--To tool is a technical phrase among the 2 Prisoner– This being the only bird in the whole range Koights of the Whip; thus, that illustrious meinber of the of Ornithology which the author of Lalla Rookh has not. Society, Richard Cypher, Esq. says: "I'vo duel'd at every pressed into his servire. Mr. Gregson may consider himself thing-peggʻd at a jeroy-loold u mail.coach." very lucky in being able to lay hold of it.
6 Money. 3 His Majesty (in a Song wbich I regret I cannot give) 7 In Mr. Gregson's MS. these words are spelled "knaves professed his intentions
and fellors," but I have printed them according to the To take to strong measures like some of his kin
proper wheelright orthography." To turn away Count LEMONADE, and bring in
8 The extent of Mr. Gregson's learning will, no doubt, A more spirited ministry under Duke GIN!
astonish the reader; and it appears by the following lines, 4 A relative of poor Crockey, who was lagged some time from a Panegyric writton upon bin, by One of the Fancy, since.
that he is also a considerable adept in the Latin language 5 The same, I suppose, that served out Blake (alias Tom " As to sciences, Bob knows a little of all, Tough) some years ago, at Wilsden Green. The Fancy And, in Latin, to show that he's no ignoramus, Gazette, on that occasion, remarked, that poor
Holmes's He wrote once an Ode on his friend, Major Paul face was rendered perfectly unintelligible."
And the motio was Paulo majora conamus ""
The other song of Mr. Gregson, which I have been | And pring avay all de long speeches at yonce, lucky enough to lav hold of, was sung by Old Dat else vould, like tape-vorms, come by degrees ! Prosy, the Jew, who went in the character of Major Vill nobodies try my nice Annual Pill, C-RTW-ght, and who having been, at one time Dat 's to purify every ting nashty avay? of his life, apprentice to a mountebank doctor, was Pless ma heart, pless ma heart, let ma say vat I vill, able to enumerate, with much volubility, the virtues Not a Chrishtian or Shentleman minds vat I say! of a certain infallible nostrum, which he called his ANNUAL PILL. The pronunciation of the Jew added considerably to the effect.
The following poem is also from the Morning Chronicle, Sung by OLD PROSY, the Jew, in the Character of Major
and has every appearance of being by the same pen as C-RTW-GHT.
the two others I have quoted. The Examiner, indeed, in Vill nobodies try my nice Annual Pill,
extracting i from the Chronicle, says, “ we tbink we can Dat's to purify every ting nashty avay?
gucse huse easy and sparkling hand it is." Pless ma heart, pless ma heart, let ma say vat I vill, Not a Chrishtian or Shentleman minds vat I say !
TO SIR HUDSON LOWE. 'Tis so pretty a bolus !—just down let it go, And at vonce, such a radical shange you vill see,
Esare causam nonuinis, Dat I'd not be surprish'd, like de horse in de show,
Utrum ne mores hoc tui If our heads all were found, vere our tailsh ought
Nomen dedere, an nomen hoc
Focuti morum regala.
Sir Hudson Lowe, Sir Hudson Low "T will cure, too, all Statesmen, of dullness, ma tear,
(By name, and ah! by nature so,) Though the case vas as desperate as poor Mister
As thou art fond of persecutions,
Perhaps thou'st read, or heard repeated,
How Captain Gulliver was treated, Give de Sinecure Shentleman von little grain,
When thrown among the Lilliputians. Pless ma heart, it vill act like de salt on de leech,
They tied him down-these little men did And he'll throw de pounds, shillings, and pence, up
And having valiantly ascended
Upon the Mighty Man's protuberance,
They did so strut -upon my soul,
It must have been extremely droll 'T would be tedious, ma tear, all its peauties to paint
To see their pigmy pride's exuberance !
And needles in the great man's breeches;
Got up and worried him with speeches. 1 Meaning, I presume, Coalition Administrations.
2 Whether sedentary habits have any thing to do with Alas, alas ! that it should happen this peculiar shape, I cannot determine ; but that some have supposed a sort of connexion between them, appears from
To mighty men to be caught napping the following remark, quoted in Koromano's curious book, Though different, too, these persecutions ; de Virginitatis Jure-Ratio perquain lepida est apud For Gulliver, there, took the nap, Kirchner. in Legato, cum natura illas partes, quæ ad sessionem sunt destinate, latiores in fæminis fecerit quam in
While, here, the Nap, oh sad mishap, viris, innuens domi cas manere debere." Cap. 40.
Is taken by the Lilliputians !
RHYMES ON THE ROAD,
EXTRACTED FROM THE JOURNAL
TRAVELLING MEMBER OF THE POCOCURANTE SOCIETY, 1819
The Gentleman, from whose Journal the following And truly I suspect they're rightextracts are taken, was obliged to leave England some For, many a time, on summer eves, years ago (in consequence of an unfortunate attach- Just at that closing hour of light, ment, which might have ended in bringing him into When, like an eastern Prince, who leaves Doctors' Commons,) and has but very recently been For distant war his Haram bowers, able to return to England. The greater part of these The Sun bids farewell to the flowers, poems were, as he himself mentions in his Introduc- Whose heads are sunk, whose tears are flowing tion, written or composed in an old caleche, for the 'Mid all the glory of his goingpurpose of beguiling the ennui of solitary travelling ; Even I have felt beneath those beams, and as verses made by a gentleman in his sleep have When wand'ring through the fields alone, lately been called “ a psychological curiosity," it is to Thoughts, fancies, intellectual gleams, be hoped that verses made by a gentleman to keep That, far too bright to be my own, himself awake may be honoured with some appella- Seem'd lent me by the Sunny Power, tion equally Greek.
That was abroad at that still hour.
The few, whom genuine Genius warms,
And stamps upon their soul his seal,
Graven with Beauty's countless forms ;
The few upon this earth who seem Different Attitudes in which Authors compose.—Bayes, Born to give truth to Plato's dream, Henry Stephens, Herodotus, etc.-Writing in Bed.
Since in their souls, as in a glass, in the Fields.-Plalo and Sir Richard Blackmore.-
Shadows of things divine appearFiddling with Gloves and Twigs.-Madame de
Reflections of bright forms that pass Stae.-Rhyming on the Road, in an old Caleche.
Through fairer worlds beyond our sphere ! What various attitudes, and ways,
But this reminds me I digress ;And tricks, we authors have in writing!
For Plato, too, produced, 't is said While some write sitting, some, like BAYES,
(As one indeed might almost guess,) Usually stand while they're inditing.
His glorious visions all in bed.' Poets there are, who wear the floor out,
'T was in his carriage the sublime Measuring a line at every stride;
Sir RICHARD BLACKMORE used to rhyme; While some, like HENRY STEPHENS, pour out
And (if the wits don't do him wrong,) Rhymes by the dozen, while they ride.'
'Twixt death and epics pass'd his time, HERODOTUS wrote most in bed ;
Scribbling and killing all day long
Like Phæbus in his car, at ease,
Now warbling forth a lofty song,
Now murdering the young Niobes. If you consult MONTAIGNE' and PLINY on There was a hero 'mong the Danes, The subject, 't is their join opinion
Who wrote, we're told, 'mid all the pains That Thought its richest harvest yields
And horrors of exenteration, Abroad, among the woods and fields;
Nine charming odes, which, if you look, That bards, who deal in small retail,
You'll find preserved, with a translation,
By BARTHOLINUs in his book.”
1 The only authority I know for imputing this practice to
Plato and Herodotus, is a Latin poem by M. de Valois on 1 Pleraque sua carmina equilans composuit.-Paravicin. his Bed, in which he says: Singular.
Lucifer Herodotum vidit vesperque cubantem; ? Mes pensées dorment, si je les assis.- Montaigne.
Desedit totos hic Plato sape dies. Animus eorum, qui in aperto aëre ambulant, attollitur.- 2 Eadem cura nec minores inter cruciates animam infeliPlins
cem ngenti fuit Asbiorno Prudæ Danico heroi, cum Bruna
Anxious to reach that splendid view
Approaching scenes where, they are told Such glories on their eyes shall burst
As youthful bards in dreams behold "T was distant yet, and, as I ran,
Full often was my wistful gaze
Diminish'd to a speck, as splendid
That on th' Apostles' heads descended!
In short, 't were endless to recite
When beaux and belles are round them prating; Some, when they dress for dinner, find
Their muse and valet both in waiting,
As if the hidden founts of Fancy,
By mystic tricks of rhabdomancy.
of female genius in this age,
Those words of lightning on her page. As for myself—to come at last,
To the odd way in which I write--
Chiefly in travelling, day and night,
And (where the road is not so rough,
Down precipices) safe enough.-
And carrying (which is best of all)
Of the Reviews to overhaul.
'Twas at this instant—while there glow'd
This last, intensest gleam of lightSuddenly, through the opening road,
The valley burst upon my sight! That glorious valley, with its lake,
And Alps on Alps in clusters swelling, Mighty, and pure, and fit to make
The ramparts of a Godhead's dwelling! I stood entranc'd and mute-as they
Of ISRAEL think th' assembled world Will stand upon that awful day,
When the Ark's Light, aloft unfurl'd, Among the opening clouds shall shine, Divinity's own radiant sign! Mighty Mont Blanc! thou wert to me,
That minute, with thy brow in heaven, As sure a sign of Deity
As e'er to mortal gaze was given. Nor ever, were I destined yet
To live my life twice o'er again, Can I the deep-felt awe forget
The ecstasy that thrill'd me then !
RHYMES ON THE ROAD.
'Twas all that consciousness of power,
To rank among the Sons of Light, Mingled with shame-oh, bitter shame!
At having risk'd that splendid right, For aught that earth, through all its range Of glories, offers in exchange! 'Twas all this, at the instant brought, Like breaking sunshine, o'er my thought'Twas all this, kindled to a glow
Of sacred zeal, which, could it shine Thus purely ever-man might grow,
Even upon earth, a thing divine, And be once more the creature made
To walk unstain'd the Elysian shade!
Geneva. View of the Lake of Geneva from the Jura." —Anxious
to reach it before the Sun went down.-Obliged to proceed on Foot.-Alps.- Mont Blanc.—Effect of the Scene. 'T was late-the sun had almost shone
His last and best, when I ran on, ipsum, intretina extrahens, immaniter torqueret, tunc enim novem carmina cecinit, etc.-Bartholin. de causis contempt. mort.
I Made of paper, twisted up like a fan or feather. 2 Custom-house officers. 3 Between Vattay and Gex.
No-never shall I lose the trace
And should my spirit's hope grow weak
Thy ruthless power, obeyed but curs'd, Should I, O God! e'er doubt thy power,
The stern machinery of thy State, This mighty scene again I'll seek,
Which hatred would, like steam, have burst, At the same calm and glowing hour;
Had stronger fear not chill'd even hate ; And here, at the sublimest shrine
Thy perfidy, still worse than aught That Nature ever rear'd to Thee,
Thy own unblushing Sarpi' taught, Rekindle all that hope divine,
Thy friendship, which, o'er all beneath
Its shadow, rain'd down dews of death,
Shut against humble Virtue's name,
But open'd wide for slaves who sold
Their native land to thee and shame,-*
Thy all-pervading host of spies,
Watching o'er every glance and breath,
Till men look'd in each other's eyes, -Expedition against Constantinople.—Giustinia
To read their chance of life or death, nis.- Republic.-Characteristics of the old Govern
Thy laws, that made a mart of blood, ment.-Golden Book.—Brazen Mouths.—Spies.
And legalized the assassin's knife, Dungeons.—Present Desolation.
Thy sunless cells beneath the flood, Mourn not for VENICE-let her rest
And racks, and leads that burn out life ;In ruin, 'mong those States unbless'd,
When I review all this, and see Beneath whose gilded hoofs of pride,
What thou art sunk and crush'd to now; Where'er they trampled, Freedom died.
Each harpy maxim, hatch'd by thee,
Return'd to roost on thy own brow,-
Now sunk in chains-in chains, that have
Not even that borrow'd grace, which oft But from high daring in the cause
The master's fame sheds o'er the slave, Of human Rights—the only good
But are as mean as e'er were given And blessed strife, in which man draws
To stiff-neck'd Pride, by angry HeavenHis powerful sword on land or flood.
I feel the moral vengeance sweet,
And, smiling o'er the wreck, repeatMourn not for Venice—though her fall
“Thus perish every King and State, Be awful, as if Ocean's wave
That treads the steps which VENICE trod; Swept o'er her-she deserves it all,
Strong but in fear, and only great And Justice triumphs o'er her grave.
By outrage against man and God!" Thus perish every King and State
That run the guilty race she ran, Strong but in fear, and only great
EXTRACT III By outrage against God and man!
1-dB_'s Memoirs, Written by himself.-ReTrue, her high spirit is at rest,
flections, when about to read them. And all those days of glory gone,
Let me, a moment—ere with fear and hope When the world's waters, east and west,
Of gloomy, glorious things, these leaves I opeBeneath her white-wing'd commerce shone ; When, with her countless barks she went
1 The celebrated Fra Paolo. The collection of maxims To meet the Orient Empire's might,'
which this bold monk drew up at the request of the Venetian And the GIUSTINIANIS sent
Government, for the guidance of the Secret Inquisition of
State, are so atrocious as to seem rather an over-charged Their hundred heroes to that fight.?
satire upon despotism, than a system of policy seriously in
culcated, and but too readily and constantly pursued. Vanish'd are all her pomps, 'tis true,
2 Conduct of Venice towards her allies and dependen
cies, particularly to unfortunate Padua.-Fate of Francesco But mourn them not-for, vanish'd, too,
Carrara, for which see Daru, vol. ii. p. 141. (Thanks to that Power, who, soon or late,
3 “A l'exception des trente citadins admis au grand conHurls to the dust the guilty Great,)
scil pendant la guerre de Chiozzi, il n'est pas arrivé une
suele fois que les talens ou les services aient paru à cette Are all the outrage, falsehood, fraud,
noblesse orgueilleuse des titres suffisans pour s'asseoir avec The chains, the rapine, and the blood,
elle."-Daru. That fill'd each spot, at home, abroad,
4 Among thoso admitted to the honour of being inscribed
in the Libro d'Oro were some families of Brescia, Treviso Where the Republic's standard stood!
and other places, whose only claim to that distinction was
the zeal with which they prostrated themselves and their Desolate VENICE! when I track
country at the feel of the republic. Thy haughty course through centuries back,
5 By the infamous statutes of the State Inquisition, not only was assassination recognized as a regular mode of
punishment, but this secret power over life was delegated to 1 Under the Dore Michaeli, in 1171.
their minions at a distance, with nearly as much facility as 2 "La famille entière des Justiniani, l'une des plus illus- a licence is given under the game laws of England. The fres de Venise, voulut marcher toute entière dans cette ex- only restriction secms to have been the necessity of applying pedition ; elle fournit cent combattans; c'était renouveler for a new certificate, after every individual exercise of the l'exemple d'une illustre famille de Rome; le même malheur power. les attendait."-Historie de Venise, par Daru.
6 "Les prisons des plombs; c'est--dire ces fournaises