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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!


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,
Lord St-w-rt's a hero (as many suppose,)

To curb the tits and tip the lash-
And the Lady he woos is a rich and a rare one; Which pleased the Master of THE CROWN
His heart is in Chancery, every one knows,

So much, he had me up to town,
And so would his head be, if thou wert his fair one. And gave me lots of quids* a year

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.
I felt rather queerish, I freely confess ;
But now I've thy beaulies each moment before me,

Some wonder how the Fly holds out,
The pleasure grows more, and the queerishness less.

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,
Sets the naves and felloes' going!

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" 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.

No. V.

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
to be!

Focuti morum regala.
Vill nobodies try my nice Annual Pill, etc.

"Twill cure all Electors, and purge avay clear
Dat mighty bad itching dey've got in deir hands-

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,
Dere is noting at all vat dis Pill vill not reach-

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,
Vill nobodies try my nice Annual Pill, etc.

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 !
But, among oder tings fundamentally wrong,
It vill cure de Proad Pottom'-a common complaint And how the doughty mannikins
Among M. P's. and weavers—from sitting too Amused themselves with sticking pins

And needles in the great man's breeches;
Should symptoms of speeching preak out on a dunce, And how some very little things,
(Vat is often de case) it vill stop de disease, That pass'd for Lords, on scaffoldings

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 !





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.
If thus I've felt, how must they feel,

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,
And RICHERAND, a French physician,
Declares the clock-work of the head

Now warbling forth a lofty song,
Goes best in that reclined position.

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,
At home may, at their counters, stop ;

By BARTHOLINUs in his book.”
But that the grove, the hill, the vale,
Are Poesy's true wholesale shop.

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
Before the day-beams quite withdrew;
And feeling as all feel, on first

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
Turn'd to the sun, who now began
To call in all his out-post rays,
And form a denser march of light,
Such as beseems a hero's flight.
Oh, how I wish'd for Joshua's power,
To stay the brightness of that hour!
But no—the sun still less became,

Diminish'd to a speck, as splendid
And small as were those tongues of flame,

That on th' Apostles' heads descended!

In short, 't were endless to recite
The various modes in which men write.
Some wits are only in the mind

When beaux and belles are round them prating; Some, when they dress for dinner, find

Their muse and valet both in waiting,
And manage, at the self-same time,
To adjust a neckcloth and a rhyme.
Some bards there are who cannot scribble
Without a glove, to tear or nibble,
Or a small twig to whisk about

As if the hidden founts of Fancy,
Like those of water, were found out

By mystic tricks of rhabdomancy.
Such was the little feathery wand'
That, held for ever in the hand
Of her who won and wore the crown

of female genius in this age,
Seem'd the conductor, that drew down

Those words of lightning on her page. As for myself—to come at last,

To the odd way in which I write--
Having employed these few months past

Chiefly in travelling, day and night,
I've got into the easy mode,
You see, of rhyming on the road-
Making a way-bill of my pages,
Counting my stanzas by my stages-
'Twixt lays and re-lays no time lost-
In short, in two words, writing post.
My verses, I suspect, not ill
Resembling the crazed vehicle
(An old caleche, for which a villain
Charged me some twenty Naps at Milan)
In which I wrote them-patch'd-up things,
On weak, but rather easy, springs,
Jingling along, with little in 'em,

And (where the road is not so rough,
Or deep, or lofty, as to spin 'em,

Down precipices) safe enough.-
Too ready to take fire, I own,
And then, too, nearest a break-down;
But, for my comfort, hung so low,
I have n't, in falling, far to go.-
With all this, light, and swift, and airy,

And carrying (which is best of all)
But little for the Doganieri?

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 !


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'Twas all that consciousness of power,
And life, beyond this mortal hour,-
Those mountings of the soul within
At thoughts of Heaven-as birds begin
By instinct in the cage to rise,
When near their time for change of skies-
That proud assurance of our claim

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
Of what I've felt in this bright place,

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
And feel my immortality!

Its shadow, rain'd down dews of death,
Thy Oligarchy's Book of Gold,

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,
The Fall of Venice not to be lamented.— Former Glory.

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,
No-let us keep our tears for them,

Return'd to roost on thy own brow,-
Where'er they pine, whose fall hath been Thy nobles towering once aloft,
Not from a blood-stain's diadem,

Now sunk in chains-in chains, that have
Like that which deck'd this ocean-queen,

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

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