I had hoped that it would have been in my power to gratify the reader with several of Mr GREGSON's lyrical productions, but I have only been able to procure copies of Two Songs, or Chaunts, which were written by him for a Masquerade, or Fancy Ball, given lately at one of the most Fashionable Cock-and-Hen clubs in St. Giles's. Though most of the company were without characters, there were a few very lively and interesting maskers; among whom, we particularly noticed BILL RICHMOND, as the Emperor of Hayti,' attended by SurTON, as a sort of black Mr V-N-S-T-T; and IKEY PIG made an excellent L-s D-xn-т. The beautiful Mrs CROCKEY, who keeps the Great Rag Shop in Bermondsey, went as the Old Lady of Threadneedle Street. She was observed to flirt a good deal with the black Mr V—ns—r—t, but, to do her justice, she guarded her Hesperidum mala» with all the vigilance of a dragoness. JACK HOLMES, the pugilistic Coachman, personated Lord C-ST-R—GH, and sang in admirable style Ya-hip, my Hearties! here am I That drive the Constitution Fly. This Song (which was written for him by Mr GREGSON, and in which the language and sentiments of Coachee are transferred so ingeniously to the Noble person represented) is as follows: YA-HIP, MY HEARTIES! Sung by Jack HOLMES, the Coachman, at a late Masquerade in St. I FIRST was hired to peg a Hack4 Some wonder how the Fly holds out, His Majesty (in a Song which I regret I cannot give) professed his intentions To take to strong measures like some of his kin— 3A relative of poor Crockey, who was lagged some time since. 3 The same. I suppose, that served out Blake (alias Tom Tough) some years ago, at Wisden Green. The Fancy Gazette, oa that occasion, remarked, that poor Holmes's face was rendered perfectly unintelligible. 4 To drive a hackney coach. Hark, however, seems in this place to mean an old broken down stage-coach. 5 To talk slang, parliamentary or otherwise. Oil of Palm's the thing that, flowing, Sets the naves and felloes going! So, ya-hip, Hearties! etc. Some wonder, too, the tits that pull And then so sociably we ride!- The other song of Mr Gregson, which I have been lucky enough to lay hold of, was sung by Old Prosy, the Jew, who went in the character of Major C-RTW-GHT, and who having been, at one time of his life, apprentice to a mountebank doctor, was able to enumerate, with much volubility, the virtues of a certain infallible nostrum, which he called his ANNUAL PILL. The pronunciation of the Jew added considerably to the effect. THE ANNUAL PILL. Sung by OLD PROst, the Jew, in the Character of Major CATW-GET. VILL nobodies try my nice Annual Pill, Dat's to purify every ting nashty avay? Pless ma heart, pless ma heart, let ma say vat I vill, Not a Christian or Slentleman minds vat I say! 'Tis so pretty a bolus!--just down let it go, And at vonce, such a radical shange you vill see, Dat I'd not be surprish'd, like de horse in de show, If our heads all vere found, vere our tailsh ought to be! Vill nobodies try my nice Annual Pill, etc. In Me Gregson's MS. these words are spelled knaves and fellows, but I have printed them according to the proper wheelwright orthography. 3. The extent of Mr. Gregson's learning will, no doubt, astonish the reader; and it appears by the following lines, from a Panegyric amtea upon him, by One of the Fancy, that he is also a considerable adept in the Latin language: • As to sciences-Bos knows a little of all, 'T would be tedious, ma tear, all its peauties to paintBut, among oder tings fundamentally wrong, It vill cure de Proad Pottom-a common complaint Among M. P's. and weavers-from sitting too long.' Should symptoms of speeching preak out on a dunce, (Vat is often de case) it vill stop de disease, And pring avay all de long speeches at vonce, Dat else vould, like tape-vorms, come by degrees! Vill nobodies try my nice Annual Pill, Dat's to purify every ting nashty avay? No. V. The following poem is also from the Morning Chronicle, and has every appearance of being by the same pen as the two others I have quoted. The Examiner, indeed, in extracting it from the Chronicle, says, we think we can guess whose easy and sparkling hand it is.. TO SIR HUDSON LOWE. Effare causam nominis, Utrum ne mores hoc tui Nomen dedere, an nomen hoe Secuta morum regula. AUSONIUS. SIR Hudson Lowe, Sir Hudson Low (By name, and ah! by nature so), As thou art fond of persecutions, Perhaps thou 'st read, or heard repeated, How Captain Gulliver was treated, When thrown among the Lilliputians. They tied him down-these little men did- Upon the Mighty Man's protuberance, To see their pigmy pride's exuberance! And how the doughty mannikins And needles in the great man's breeches; Alas, alas! that it should happen To mighty men to be caught napping!— Rhymes on the Road, EXTRACTED FROM THE JOURNAL OF A TRAVELLING MEMBER OF THE POCOCURANTE SOCIETY, 1819. THE Gentleman, from whose Journal the following extracts are taken, was obliged to leave England some years ago (in consequence of an unfortunate attachment, which might have ended in bringing him into Doctors' Commons), and has but very recently been able to return to England. The greater part of these poems were, as he himself mentions in his Introduction, written or composed in an old calèche, for the purpose of beguiling the ennui of solitary travelling; and as verses made by a gentleman in his sleep have lately been called « a psychological curiosity,» it is to be hoped that verses made by a gentleman to keep himself awake may be honoured with some appellation equally Greek. 1 Meaning, I presume, Coalition Administrations. 2 Whether sedentary habits have any thing to do with this peculiar shape, I cannot determine, but that some have supposed a sort of conBexion between them, appears from the following remark, quoted in Kornmann's curious book, de Virginitatis Jure-Ratio perquam lepida est apud Kirchner. in Legato, cum natura illas partes, quæ ad sessionem sunt destinatæ, latiores in fæminis fecerit quam in viris, innuens domi eas manere debere. Cap. 40. INTRODUCTORY RHYMES. Different Attitudes in which Authors compose.-Bayes, And tricks, we authors have in writing! HERODOTUS wrote most in bed; And RICHERAND, a French physician, Pleraque sua carmina equitans composuit.-Paravicin. Singular. Declares the clock-work of the head Goes best in that reclined position. If you consult MONTAIGNE and PLINY on The subject, 't is their joint opinion That Thought its richest harvest yields Abroad, among the woods and fields; That bards, who deal in small retail, At home may, at their counters, stop; But that the grove, the hill, the vale, Are Poesy's true wholesale shop. And truly I suspect they 're right For, many a time, on summer eves, When, like an eastern Prince, who leaves Whose heads are sunk, whose tears are flowing 'Mid all the glory of his going— Even I have felt beneath those beams. When wand'ring through the fields alone, Thoughts, fancies, intellectual gleams, That, far too bright to be my own, Seem'd lent me by the Sunny Power, That was abroad at that still hour. If thus I've felt, how must they feel, Graven with Beauty's countless forms;- Shadows of things divine appear- Through fairer worlds beyond our sphere! But this reminds me I digress: For PLATO, too, produced, 't is said (As one indeed might almost guess, His glorious visions all in bed,2 'T was in his carriage the sublime Now warbling forth a lofty song. There was a hero 'mong the Danes, Who wrote, we 're told, 'mid all the pains And horrors of exenteration, Nine charming odes, which, if you look, By BARTHOLINUS in his book.3 1 Mes pensées dorment, si je les assis.-MONTAIGNE. Animus eorum, qui in aperto arre ambulant, attollitur.-PLINY. 2 The only authority I know for imputing this practice to Plato and Herodotus, is a Latin poem by M. de Valois on his Bed, in which he says: 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, Some bards there are who cannot scribble By mystic tricks of rhabdomancy. As for myself to come at last, To the odd way in which I write- (An old calèche, for which a villain Charged me some twenty Naps at Milan) And (where the road is not so rough, Down precipices safe enough.- Of the Reviews to overhaul. RHYMES ON THE ROAD. EXTRACT I. Georva. View of the Lake of Geneva from the Jura.3--Anxions 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, 1 Made of paper, twisted up like a fan or feather. Custom-house officers. › Between Vattay and Gex. 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. Oh, how I wish'd for Josura's power, Diminish'd to a speck, as splendid T was 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 entranced and mute-as they When the Ark's Light, aloft unfurl'd, Among the opening clouds shall shine, Divinity's own radiant sign! Mighty MONT BLANG! 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 vet To live my life twice o'er again, Can I the deep-felt awe forget- power, T was all that consciousness of When near their time for change of skies- To rank among the Sons of Light, T was all this, at the instant brought, Of sacred zeal, which, could it shine No-never shall I lose the trace Of what I've felt in this bright place. And should my spirit's hope grow weak; At the same calm and glowing hour, EXTRACT II. Venice. The Fall of Venice not to be lamented.-Former Glory. -Expedition against Constantinople.-Giustinianis.— Republic.—Characteristics of the old Government.-Golden Book.-Brazen Mouths.-Spies.Dungeons.-Present Desolation. MOURN not for VENICE-let her rest Where'er they pine, whose fall hath been Like that which deck'd this ocean-queen, Of human Rights-the only good Mourn not for VENICE-though her fall That run the guilty race she ran, True, her high spirit is at rest, And all those days of glory gone, When the world's waters, east and west. Beneath her white-wing'd commerce shone; When, with her countless barks she went To meet the Orient Empire's might,' And the GIUSTINIANIS sent Their hundred heroes to that fight.” Vanish'd are all her pomps, 't is true. But mourn them not-for, vanish'd, too, (Thanks to that Power, who, soon or late, Hurls to the dust the guilty Great), Are all the outrage, falsehood, fraud, The chains, the rapine, and the blood, That fill'd each spot, at home, abroad, Where the Republic's standard stood! Desolate VENICE! when I track Thy haughty course through centuries back,- 1 Under the Doge Michaeli, in 1191. La famille entière des Justiniant, l'une des plus illustres de Venise, voulut marcher toute entière dans cette expedition, elle fournit cent combattans; c'était renouveler l'exemple d'une illustre famille de Rome; le même malheur les attendait. Histoire de Venise, par DARE. Thy ruthless power, obey'd but cursed,— Shut against humble Virtue's name,3 Watching o'er every glance and breath, To read their chance of life or death,Thy laws, that made a mart of blood, And legalized the assassin's knife,- 5 Thy sunless cells beneath the flood, And racks, and leads that burn out life;When I review all this, and see What thou art sunk and crush'd to now; Each harpy maxim, hatch'd by thee, Return'd to reost on thy own brow,—— Thy Nobles towering once aloft, Now sunk in chains-in chains, that have Not even that borrow'd grace, which oft The master's fame sheds o'er the slave, That tread the steps which VENICE trod, EXTRACT III. Venice. L--d B's Memoirs, written by himself.-Reflections, when about to read them. LET me, a moment-ere with fear and hope As one, in fairy tale, to whom the key Of some enchanter's secret halls is given, Doubts, while he enters, slowly, tremblingly, If he shall meet with shapes from hell or heavenLet me, a moment, think what thousands live O'er the wide earth this instant, who would give, Gladly, whole sleepless nights to bend the brow Over these precious leaves, as I do now. How all who know-and where is he unknown? To what far region have his songs not flown, Like PSAPHON'S birds,' speaking their master's name, In every language syllabled by Fame?How all, who've felt the various spells combined Within the circle of that splendid mind, Like powers, derived from many a star, and met Together in some wonderous amulet, Would burn to know when first the light awoke In his young soul,-and if the gleams that broke From that Aurora of his genius, raised More bliss or pain in those on whom they blazedWould love to trace the unfolding of that power, Which hath grown ampler, grander, every hour; And feel, in watching o'er its first advance, As did the Egyptian traveller, when he stood By the young Nile, and fathom'd with his lance The first small fountains of that mighty flood. They, too, who 'mid the scornful thoughts that dwell On earth of old, and touch'd them with its beams, Like some fair orb that, once a sun in Heaven, And born, not only to surprise, but cheer With warmth and lustre all within its sphere, Is now so quench'd. that, of its grandeur, lasts Nought but the wide cold shadow which it casts! Eventful volume! whatsoe'er the change The celebrated Fra Paolo. The collection of maxime which this bold monk drew up at the request of the Venetian Government, for the guidance of the Secret Inquisition of State, are so atrocious as to seem rather an over-charged satire upon despotism, than a system of po-Of scene and clime-the adventures, bold and strangehey seriously inculcated, and but too readily and constantly pursued, * Conduct of Venice towards her allies and dependencies, particularly to unfortunate Padua. -Fate of Francesco Carrara, for which see DARU, vol. ii. p. 141. A l'exception des trente citadins admis au prand conseil pendant la guerre de Chiozzi, il n'est pas arrivé une seule fois que les talens ou les services aient paru à cette noblesse orgueilleuse des titres suffisans pour s'asseoir avec elle..-DAB. Among those admitted to the honour of being inscribed in the Libro d' Oro were some families of Brescia, Treviso, and other places, whose only claim to that distinction was the zeal with which they prostrated themselves and their country at the feet of the republic. 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 their minions at a distance. with nearly as much facility as a licence is given under the game laws of England. The only re triction seems to have been the neces sity of applying for a new certificate, after every individual exercise of the power. 6. Les prisons des plembe, c'est-à-dire ces fournaises ardentes qu'on avait distribuces en petites cellules sous les terrasses qui couvrent le palais.. The griefs-the frailties, but too frankly told— If truth with half so prompt a hand unlocks 1 Psaphon, n order to attract the attention of the world, us mulutades of birds to speak his name, and then let them By as various directions whence the proverb, Psaphonis aves • 2 Bruce |