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Omieron. Fervid sublimity, and a the bays of ballad-romance had then
dithyrambie abandonment to the im- taken root at Sir Walter Scott's door,
petus of his genius, characterize this and would not budge an inch in fa-
aspirant to your patronage. A great vour of him, who avers that he first
evil has, however, already resulted introduced them to the soil. Omicron's
from your procrastination. Had the poem, we fear, can no longer expect
poem had an early insertion, the revis the factitious support of being a novel-
val, or rather re-modelling of the Eng, ty in an original style ; but to prove
lish hexameter, would have been as to you that the invention was antici-
signed to him, rather than to the Lau. pated by him, allow us to quote the
reate or the author of the Hymn. But opening; for in a case of this kind,
Omicron's case is too like that of Cole- every added day renders it more diffi-
ridge, whose Cristabel came out fifteen cult to do him justice.
years too late for his reputation, since

“Ready am I to ascend hence the loftiest heaven of invention :
Ready, aye ready; but what are the means I employ to arrive there ?
For my shoe-scraper I use the notable Teneriffe Pico ;--
Clouds are steps which I moupt to get up to the door I am seeking,
And the blue firmament's breadth is this very door to be entered. (10.)
First, though I rap to give notice, a thunderbolt being my knocker,
Lest on Apollo I pop, undressed in his shippers and night-gown ;-
Double's the rap which results from the discipline brisk of my fingers,

Which you, and others who grovel, imagine the rattling of thunder," &c. “ Letters between Herbert Lud, ciprocal Misapprehension, by Martha low and Camilla Conway," by Laura. Ann Sellon.” Nevertheless we think The simple dictates of unsophisti, it would fall in with the taste of your cated sentiment. (11.)

more studious poetico-metaplıysical “ Impenetrability; or the Effects of readers, Misapprehended Reciprocity;" signed These pieces are what we somewhat Crux.--Not entirely new in its lead. confidently submit to your better judg. ing plan; for, as * The Pleasures of ment, not mentioning such as we have Hope" sprang from “ The Pleasures of suppressed, and seldom having noticed Memory;" so was the hint for this more than a single one of our respecsubtly didactic poem given by one styled tive productions, now awaiting your

Individuality, or the Causes of Re- fiat to be printed. (12.)

his stool ; and if some part (not his head) came with a very smart impact against the ground, it would be a due recompence for making us read such wooden, brainless stuff.

(10.) Omicron beats M. Garnerin, who entrusted himself to a parachute, which swung him backwards and forwards till his brains were addled, and then banged him against the stones, to see what sort of osteology he was possessed of. We received the hymn a week, two days, and some hours before little o's six-footed lines crept in. We must be just.

(11.) We hasten to persuade Mr H. L. with all the earnestness for his good which we can show, to apply instanter for the situation advertised last week of Junior Usher to the lowest form at Mr M.'s academy, Leith ; apprehending from the old motto “ docendo disco," that it comes within the scope of the possibles, that he may, by teaching scholars not yet imbued with any great quantity of erudition, (being mostly quinquennarians, or at most sexennarians,) himself learn to spell ; and as to Miss Camilla, she talks of cookery being a vulgar science,--sho hallucinates, - the wisest course she can pursue is to put herself for a month or two under the flowery-fisted dominion of the house-keeper of her friend Mrs Thirdcourse, in the capacity of kitchen-maid, (if indeed so much capaci. ty be hers ;) but, N. B. she must, meanwhile, be called Molly, Betty, Sally, or the like, as a nom-de-guerre or rather de-cuisine, for Camilla at the frying pan, or working away with the flour-dredger, hath some incongruity to the ear. should she listen to this ad. vice, she will return to a sounder way of judging on the subjecte Shall Mrs Rundel have written in vain ? Smoke-jacks and cradle spits, forbid !

(12.) In fine, we give no encouragement to our Contributors to question our tact and judgment. Write away merry men all, but Fame hath deputed us vole umpire,—in. disputable, and till now undisputed.

C. N.

EDINBURGH MAGAZINE.

No. LV.

SEPTEMBER, 1821.

Vol. X.

Contents.

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The New-Forest Pauper... 123 On Coplestone's Inquiry into the Doc.
Prospective Letter concerning Poetry 125 trines of Necessity and Predestina-
Notices of old English Comedies. No. tion. Letter I...

192 I. Eastward Hoe...mona

127 Martin, the Carder, a West-Meathian Adventure in the North-west Terri.

Tale

199 tory

racow.... 137 Familiar Epistles to Christopher North,
Sclavonic Traditional Poetry cowo 145 from an Old Friend with a New
Zaboy, Slawoy, and Ludeck. A Face. Letter II. On Anastasius,
Sclavonian Tale.com.com

149
by - Lord Byron........

200 Expedition against the Pirates of the

The Voyages and Travels of ColumGulf of Persia. 1819-20...rocaron 151

bus Secundus. Chap. XI. and XII. 206 Timbuctoo and Mungo Park

Dr Scott's Return from Paris ! ! !com 214 A Short Vocabulary of the Tim- Expostulation with Mr Barker....... 216 bucton Language...

160 Familiar Epistles to Christopher Letter from BillTruck, inclosing “The North, from an Old Friend with a

Man-of-war's-man.' Chap. I... 161 New Face. Letter III. On the PerThe Steam-Boat No. VII. Lon- sonalities of the Whigs and the Outdon Adventures

166

cry against Maga....canon Tale XI. The Effigies mecomann 168 The late Queen...... Tale XII. The Broken Heart 170 The King's Visit to Ireland

recomma 224 On Feldberg's Denmark amma

172 Epigram from the Danish of Thaarup

176 WORKS PREPARING for PUBLICABallad, by Professor Molbech... 178

TION

229 Why are Poets indifferent Critics 2 180 Gracious Rain

com 186 MONTHLY LIST OF NEW PUBLI. A Mother's Dirge over her Child 187 CATIONS

wanamume 230 Morsels of Melody. Part II.

188
No. VII. The Pillow of the

MONTHLY REGISTER.
Tent

ib.
No. VIII. Come, Mary, to me! 189 Commercial Reportma
No. IX. To Betsy

ib. Appointments, Promotions, &c. No. X. The Evening Invitation 90 Births, Marriages, and Deaths.com 238 No. XI. Absence sada

ib. No. XII. The Wanderer's Adieu 191

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CONTENTS OF No. LIII.-(Being the last No. of Vol. IX.) I. Horæ Germanicæ. No. XII. The Pilgrimage, a Drama, by the Baron la

Motte Fouqué.-II. Ode on the Olden Time.—III. Morsels of Melody.— IV. Lamb's Translation of Catullus.—V. The Florida Pirate.-VÌ. On the Probable Influence of Moral and Religious Instruction on the Character and Situation of Seamen. No. II.-VII. Inch Keith Beacon. - VIII. The Invocation.-IX. The Landscape.-X. The Wanderer of Connaught.-XI. Elegy on a Country maiden.-XII. The Sons of Mooslim.—XIII. Sir Thomas Browne's Letter to a Friend.—XIV. The Plague of Darkness, a Dramatic Scene from the Exodus.—XV. The Last Plague.-XVI. On Psalm-Singing in our Churches, with some Observations upon the Proposed “Additional Psalmody.-XVII. The Forgers.—XVIII. Works preparing for Publication.—XIX. Monthly List of New Publications.—XX. Monthly Register, &c.

CONTENTS or No. LIV.—(Being the first No. of Vol. X.) I. Epistle Preliminary.-II. The Steam-Boat. No. VI. (Voyage Third.) Tale

10. A Jeanie Deans in Love. Part Second. The Preparations. Part Third. the Coronation.—III. Account of a Coronation-Dinner at Edinburgh.-IV. The Voyages and Travels of Columbus Secundus. Chapters 7, 8, 9, and 10. -V. Familiar Epistles to Christopher North, from an Old Friend with a New Face. Letter I. On Hogg's Memoirs.—VI. The Modern British Drama. No. I. The Fatal Unction ; a Coronation Tragedy. By Lælius *

M. D.-VII. “Fifæana.” No. I.–VIII. Characters of Living Authors, by Themselves. No. I.-IX. Essays on Cranioscopy, Craniology, Phrenology, &c. By Sir Toby Tickletoby, Bart. Chapters 1, 2, and 3.X. The Muses Welcome to the High and Mightie Prince James, &c.—XI. Remark on Bishop Corbet's Poems.—XII. Ode on the King's Landing in Ireland.—XIII. A Welcome to his Majesty George IV. on his Arrival in Ireland.—XIV. Excellent New Song, Composed and Sung by James Scott, Esq. M. D. 19th July.-XV. Extempore Effusion, Sung with great Effect by Morgan O'Doherty, Esq. 19th July.-XVI. Sylvanus Urban and Christopher North.—XVII. Continuation of Don Juan.-XVIII. An Expostulatory Round Robin from Fourteen Contributors.—XIX, The Finish.

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A Lyrical Ballad. THE Justice, in his elbow.chair,

Though age so gently press'd him, he Sat, while a Parish Overseer,

By accident was not uncross'd; At much expence of breath and action, It was the rougher foe to him, And eke in high dissatisfaction,

And robb’d him of a precious limb, Aduress'd his worship's ear.

His left-side arm was lost. His tale in brief (though brevity

Thus maim'd, yet he, you still would say, He studied not) was that a Pauper, From no inglorious stock was bred ; Who of the parish claimed support,

He bore an air of hardihood, Pray'd for this bounty in a sort

Of freedom breathed from the wild wood, Most monstrous and improper.

Where his prime life was led. The needy wretch had strongly begg'd With open front he stood—a picture Some pittance to his share might fall ; And though his frock gave you to trace, With which, to manage as he may, By the loose dangling sleeve, his loss, Nor drone his scrap of life away

It did not mar his port; he was Within the work-house wall.

A model still of rustic grace. This to the man in office seem'd

This thread-bare frock, uncouthly patchd, A favour inadmissible.

Badge of the craft he erst had plied, 'Twas casting on the house a slur, A forest livery had been ; And on him too, the officer,

And then in colour 'twas as green Who govern'd it so well.

As leaves in summer-tide.
The applicant of whom he spake, But now its joyous gloss was gone-
In hale old age before them stood ; For suns, and winds, and dews, and showers,
Time had not shorn his temples barc, Had robb'd it of it's honours bright,
But on them his once chesnut hair And changed it to the rusty plight
In snowy whiteness flow'd.

Of autumn's soberer bowers.
There was a sparkling in his eyes, Such was old Arthur Bromfield such
The after-gleam of past enjoyment ; His bearing in his low estate.
And his complexion, fresh and clear, His free vocation stamp'd his mien,
Denoted, that in open air

For in New-Forest he had beer:
Had lain his old employment.

Groomkeeper till of late ; Upright he stood, and unabashed, And wish'd it still, and had been able, And gave to view a manly frame,

But for his hapless mutilation, Such as in former times had been

Which chanced when with the verd'rors he The champion of the village green,

In venison season merrily And chief in every game.

Pursued his occupation. Vol. X.

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'Twas his to watch the antler'd herd, “ And when it nigh'd to Christmas-tide, Which peering pass'd in mute alarm, I cut the holly's glorious bough, But as he got into an oak,

To deck our parish-church withal ;A branch decay'd beneath him broke, And some I carried to the hall, And thence he lost his arm.

With merry misletoe. “ Well, Arthur," said the Magistrate, “ Such were my shifts, poor helps they were " What in thy favour can'st aver ? For eking out those means of mine:-There must, forsooth, be weighty cause But now my wits are at an end, To reckon thee, 'gainst parish laws, And I shall thankfully depend An out-door pensioner ?”

On what your worship may assign.” “An' please your honour," quoth old Ar. Spake the Overseer :-“ His worship will thur,

Give us an order to receive you “ I know nought of their rules about it ; Into the House."-A spot of ire But this I will make bold to say,

Glow'd on the veteran's cheek like fire : I'd scorn to take the parish pay,

Said he, “My presence would but grieve Could I earn bread without it.

you. « Born in the woods, up from a boy “ I've lived among the ranging deer, I've been a roving forester,

Till leaves and greensward, air and light, And fairly earn'd, till latterly,

I almost need as much as they : My food, and fire, and livery,

And where my blithe companions stray, By keeping the King's deer.

Those haunts I cannot quit. “ Three years are gone since this befel ;" “Your house to me would be a prison ; And here he touch'd his empty sleeve. For I've in open forest spent “ And though no longer fit to be

My threescore years, without controul ;A forest-groom, yet zealously

No-give the smallest weekly dole, By my own work I strove to live.

And I'll be gratefully content." “ The ranger gave a bounty, when “ It cannot be," quoth the Overseer.. From service I was forced to go,

The Justice nodded in assent, And with it I two years was fed ;

And said with mildness,-“That retreat, Since which this hand has got me bread, From what you apprehend of it, And that with hard ado.

Will prove far different." “Using my wits in works, of which “ Be't what it will, it suits not me, A one-armed man is capable,

I'll seek my woodland hut once more." In shifts to make a livelihood,

So said, so done,—for suddenly, I traversed heath, and moor, and wood, Not without bow of courtesy, For matters which would sell.

He sought, and left the door. “ Revisiting my childish haunts,

Now, whether he, ere this, bas swerved I roam'd for wild fruits up and down From his so stiff determination, Cull'd under brakes the strawberries red, I cannot say—I never knew,And brambleberries overhead,

But oft within mental view For market at the town.

His image takes its station.« And when the riper autumn came, For I was struck at witnessing Startling the squirrel from their drays, The

poor man's pertinacious love I shook for nuts the hazel trees,

For the old dwellers in his haunts Or gather'd purple bullaces,

His dappled friends, the inhabitants Where Roydon's brooklet strays.

Of the otherwise unpeopled grove. “ I cropp'd the whorts upon the moors, I loved the heart with which he spake, The bashful heathcocks' favourite food; Whene'er the Forest roused a thought; And pluck'd the pleasant cluster'd fruit And much desired that it were mine, From service-trees of old repute

To bid him spend his life's decline Within the darksome wood.

Within so dear a spot.

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