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Await the moment to assail and tear;

So be it: we can bear.—But thus all they And when at length the winged wanderers stoop, Whose intellect is an o'ermastering power,

Then is the prey-birds' triumph, then they share Which still recoils from its encumbering clay The spoil, o'erpower'd at length by one fell swoop. Or lightens it to spirit, whatsoe'er

Yet some have been untouch'd who learn’d to bear, The form which their creations may essay,

Some whom no power could ever force to droop, Are bards; the kindled marble's bust may wear Who could resist themselves even, hardest care! More poesy upon its speaking brow

And task most hopeless; but some such have been, Than aught less than the Homeric page may bear; And if my name amongst the number were,

One noble stroke with a whole life may glow, That destiny austere, and yet serene,

Or deify the canvass till it shine
Were prouder than more dazzling fameunbless'd; With beauty so surpassing all below,

The Alp's snow summit nearer heaven is seen That they who kneel to idols so divine
Than the volcano's fierce eruptive crest,

Break no commandment, for high heaven is there Whose splendour from the black abyss is flung, Transfused, transtigurated : and the line While the scorch'd mountain, from whose burning of poesy, which peoples but the air breast

With thought and beings of our thought reflected, A temporary torturing flame is wrung,

Can do no more: then let the artist share Shines for a night of terror, then repels

The palm,-he shares the peril, and dejected
Its fire back to the hell from whence it sprung, Faints o'er the labour unapproved-Alas!
The hell which in its entrails ever dwells.

Despair and Genius are too oft connected.
Within the ages which before me pass

Art shall resume and equal even the sway
CANTO IV.

Which with Apelles and old Phidias
She held in Hellas' unforgotten day.

Ye shall be taught by Ruin to revive
Many are poets who have never penn'u

The Grecian forms at least from their decay, Their inspiration, and perchance the best: And Roman souls at last again shall live They felt, and loved, and died, but would not lend

In Roman works wrought by Italian hands, Their thoughts to meaner beings; they compress'd And temples, loftier than the old temples, give

The god within them, and rejoin'd the stars New wonders to the world; and while still stands

Unlaurell’d upon earth, but far more blest The austere Pantheon, into heaven shall soar Than those who are degraded by the jars

A dome, (2) its image, while the base expands Of passion, and their frailties link'd to fame, Into a fane surpassing all before,

Conquerors of high renown, but full of scars. Such as all flesh shall flock to kneel in : ne'er Many are poets, but without the name;

Such sight hath been unfolded by a door For what is poesy but to create

As this, to which all nations shall repair, From overfeeling good or ill; and aim

And lay their sins at this huge gate of heaven. At an external life beyond our fate,

And the bold Architect unlo whose care And be the new Prometheus of new men, The daring charge lo raise it shall be given,

Bestowing tire from heaven, and then, too late, Whom all arts shall acknowledge as their lord, (?) Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain,

Whether into the marble chaos driven And vultures to the heart of the beslower, His chisel bid the Hebrew, (3) at whose word Who, having lavish'd his high gift in vain,

Israel left Egypt, stop the waves in stone, Lies chain 'd lo his lone rock by the sea-shore ? Or hues of hell be by his pencil pour'd

(1) The Cupola of St. Peter's.

(2) “If,” says Sir Joshua Reynolds, “the high admiration and esteem in which Michael Angelo has been held by all nations, and in all ages, should be pul to the account of prejudice, it must s:ill be granted that those prejudices could not have been enterlained without a cause: the ground of our prejudice then becomes the source of our admiration. But from whatever it proceeds, or whatever it is called, it will not, I bope, be thought presumptuous in mc to appear in the train, I cannot say of his imiLators, but of his admirers. I have taken another course, one more suited to my abilities, and to the taste of the times in which I live. Yet, however unequal I feel myself to that allempt, wero I now to begin the world again, I would tread in the steps of that great master. To kiss the hem of his garment, to catch the slightest of his perfections, would be glory and distinction coough for an ambitious man.” Sir Joshua Reynolds's Discour neY, vol. ii., p. 216.-E.

(5) The statue of Moses, on the monument of Julius II

SONETTO

Di Giovanni Battista Zappi.
Chi è costui, che in dura pietra scoltu,
Siede gigante;

e le più illustri, e conte
Opre dell'arte avvanzit, e ha vive, e pruolo

Le labbra si, che le parole ascollo?
Queste Mose; ben me'l diceva il folto
Onor del mento, e 'l .loppio raggio in fronte,
Quest é Mosè, quando scendea dal monte,

E gran parte del Nume avea nel volto,
Talera allor, che le sonanti, e vaste

Acque ei sospese a se d'intorno, e lale

Quando il mar chiuse, e ne le tomba altrui.
E voi sue turbe un rio vitello alzaste?

Alzata aveste imago a questa eguale!

Ch'era men fallo l'adorar costui.
“ And who is he that, shaped in sculptured stone,

Sits gisul-like? stern monument of art

Over the damn'd before the Judgment-throne,(1) To bear a burthen, and to serve a need,
Such as I saw them, such as all shall see,

To sell his labours, and his soul to boot.
Or fanes be built of grandeur yet unknown, Who toils for nations may be poor indeed,
The stream of his great thoughts shall spring from But frec; who sweats for monarchs is no more
me,(2)

Than the gilt chamberlain, who, clothed and fee'd, The Ghibelline, who traversed the three realms Stands sleek and slavish, bowing at his door. Which form the empire of eternity.

O Power, that rulest and inspirest! how Amidst the clash of swords, and clang of helms, Is it that they on earth, whose earthly power The age which I anticipate, no less

Is likest thinc in heaven in outward show, Shall be the Age of Beauty, and while whelms Least like to thee in attributes divine, Calamity the nations with distress,

Tread on the universal necks that bow, The genius of my country shall arise,

And then assure us that their rights are thine ? A cedar towering o'er the wilderness,

And how is it that they, the sons of fame, Lovely in all its branches to all eyes,

Whosc inspiration seems to them to shine Fragrant as fair, and recognised afar,

From high, they whom the nations oftest name, Wafting its nalive incense through the skies. Must past their days in penury or pain, Sovereigns shall pause amidst their sport of war, Or step to grandeur through the paths of shame,

Wean'd for an hour from blood, to turn and gaze And wear a deeper brand and gaudier chain ?

On canvass or on stone; and they who mar Or if their destiny be born aloof All beauty upon earth, compell’d to praise,

From lowliness, or tempted thence in vain, Shall feel the power of that which they destroy; In their own souls sustain a harder proof, And Art's mistaken gratitude shall raise

The inner war of passions deep and fierce ? To tyrants who but take her for a toy

Florence! when thy harsh sentence razed my roof, Emblems and monuments, and prostitute I loved thee; but the vengeance of my verse, Her charms to pontiffs proud, (3) who but em

The hate of injuries which every year ploy

Makes greater, and accumulates my curse, The man of genius as the meanest brute

Shall live, outliving all thou holdest dear,

Unparallel'd, while language seems to start

tauti, a sculptor and architect of Florence, who, being appointed From his prompt lips, and we his precepts own?

architect to St. Peter's, removed to Rome, and shipped his effects -'T is Moses ; by his beard's thick honours known,

at Leghorn for Civila Vecchia, among which was this edition of And the twin beams that from his temples durti 'Tis Mises; seated on the mount a part,

Danic: in the voyage the vessel foundered at sea, and it was Whilst yet the Godhead o'er bis features shone.

upfortunately lost in the wreck."-E.) Sucb once he look’d, when ocean's sounding wave

(3) Sve the crealment of Michael Angelo by Julius II., and his Suspended hung, and such amidst the sturm,

neglect by Leo X.-(Julius II. was no sooner sealed on the papal Wben o'er bis foes the refluent waters rour'd. An idul calf his followers did engrave;

throne than he was surrounded by men of genius, and Michael But had they rised this awe-commanding forin,

Angelo was among the first invited to his court. The Pope had Then hud they with less guilt their work adored."

a personal altachment to him, and conversed with him upon

Rogers.-E. every subject, as well as sculplure, with familiarity and friendship; (1) The Last Judgment, in the Sistine Chapel. – ["It is obvious, and, that he might visit bim srequently, and with perfect convothroughout Michael Angelo's works, that the poetical mind of nience, caused a covered bridge to be made from the Vatican Dante ioQuenced his feelings. The demons in the Last Judgment, palace to his study, to enable him to pass at all times withoul being with all their mixed and various passions, may find a prototype rudely interrupted by the person in waiting, who said, I have

observed. On paying his visit one morning, Michael Angelo was 1o La Divina Commedia. The figures rising from the grave Dark his study of L'Inferno e il Purgatorio; and the subject of this unmerited disgrace, and, in the warmth of resentment, desired

an order nol lo let you enter.” Michael felt with indignation the Brazen Serpent, in the Sistine Chapel, must remind every him to tell the Pope, “ from that time forward, if bis Holiness reader of canto xxv. dell' Inferno, where the flying serpents, should want him, he should have to se k him in another place." the writhings and contortions of the buman body from envenomed wounds, are described with pathos and horror; and the execution On his return home, he ordered his servants to sell the furniture Of Maman, in the opposite angle of the same ceiling, is doubtless in his house to the Jews, and to follow him to Florence. Himself,

the same evening, look post, and arrived at Poggibonzi castle, in designed from these lines,

Tuscany, before he rested. The Pope despatched five couriers, • Poi piorve dentro all'alta fantasia

with orders lo conduct him back: but he was not overtaken, Co crocifisso dispettoso e fiero

until he was in a foreign stale. A reconciliation was, however, Nella sua vista, e cotal si nuoria.

a few months after, effected at Bologna, Ibrough the mediation Intorno ed esso era ') grande Assuero Ester sua sposa, e'l giusto Mardocheo,

of the goosaloniere. As Michael Angelo entered the presence Che fu al dire ed al far cosi ’ntero.'" Duppa.-E.

chamber, the Pope gave him an askance look of displeasure, and

after a short pause saluted him, “In the stead of your coming (2) I have read somewhere (if I do not err, for I cannot re- vous, you seem to have expected that we should wait upon you." collect where,) that Danle was so great a favourile of Michael Michael Angelo replied, with submission, that his error arose from Angelo's, that he had designed the whole of the Divina Com- 100 bastily feeling a disgrace that he was unconscious of merilmedia; but that the volume containing these studies was lost by ing, and hoped his Holiness would pardon what was past. The

sea.- " Michael Angelo's copy of Dante,” says Duppa, "was a Pope thereupon gave him his benediction, and restored bim to | large folio, with Landino's commentary; and upon the broad bis friendship. The whole reign of Leo X. was a blank in the life margia of the leaves he designed, with a pen and ink, ali the in- of Michael Angelo. Duppa.-E.] teresting subjects. This book was possessed by Antonio Mon

Thy pride, thy wealth, thy freedom, and even thal, His country's, and might die where he had birthThe most infernal of all evils here,

Florence! when this lone spirit shall return The sway of petty tyrants in a state;

To kindred spirits, thou wilt feel my worth, For such sway is not limited to kings,

And seek to honour with an empty urn
And demagogues yield to them but in date, The ashes thou shalt ne'er obtain (2)— Alas!
As swept off sooner; in all deadly things

“What have I done to thee, my people ?" (3) Stern Which make men hate themselves, and one an- Are all thy dealings, but in this they pass other,

The limits of man's common malice, for
In discord, cowardice, cruelty, all that springs All that a citizen could be I was;
From Death lhe Sin-born's incest with his mother, Raised by thy will, all thine in peace or war,
In rank oppression in its rudest shape,

And for this thou hast warr’d with me.-'T is The faction chief is but the sultan's brother,

done : And the worst despot's far less human ape:

I may not overleap the eternal bar Florence! when this lone spirit, which so long Built up between us, and will die alone, Yearn'd, as the captive loiling at escape,

Beholding with the dark eye of a seer To fly back to thee in despite of wrong,

The evil days to gifted souls foreshown, An exile, saddest of all prisoners, (1)

Foretelling them to those who will not hear, Who has the whole world for a dungeon strong, As in the old time, till the hour be come Seas, mountains, and the horizon's verge for bars, When Truth shall strike their eyes through many Which shut him from the sole small spot of earth

a tear, Where—whatsoe'er his fate-he still were hers, And make them own the Prophet in his tomb.(4)

(1) In bis Convilo, Danle spcaks of his banishment, and the which all the world knows, and the labour and fatigue of unrepoverty and distress which attended it, in very affecting terms: milling study? Far from the man who is familiar with philosophy

_" Alas!" said he, “had it pleased the Dispenser of the Universe be the senseless baseness of a heart of earth, that could do like a that the occasion of this excuse had never existed; that neither little sciolist, and imilate the infamy of some others, by offering others had commilled wrong against me, nor I suffered unjustly; himself up as it were in chains; far from the man who cries aloud suffered, I say, the punishment of exile and of poverty; since it

for justice this compromise, by his money, with his persecutors! was the pleasure of the citizens of that sairest and most renowned No! my father, this is not the way that shall lead me back to my daughter of Rome, Florence, 10 cast me forth out of her sweet country. But I shall return with hasty steps, if you or any other bosom, in which I had my birth and nourishment, even to the

can open to me a way that shall not derogate from the same and ripeness of my age, and in which, with her good-will, I desire, honour of Danle; but is by no such way Florence can be entered, with all my heart, to rest this wearied spirit of mine, and to ter-then Florence I shall never enter. What! shall I not every ininate the time allolled 10 me on earth. Wandering over almost where enjoy the sight of the sun and stars ? and may I not seek

every part, to which this our language extends, I have gone and contemplale, in every corner of the earth under the canopy aboul like a mendicant, showing against my will the wound with or heaven, consoling and delightful truth, without first rendering which fortune has smillen me, and which is often imputed to his iny sell inglorious, nay infamous, 10 the people and republic of ill-deserving on whom it is inflicted. I have, indeed, been a

Florence! Bread, I hope, will not fail me.” Yet he continued vessel without sail and without sleeragc, carried about to divers

lo cxperience ports, and roads, and shores, by the dry wind that springs out of sad poverty, and have appeared before the eyes of many who,

“ How salt the savour is of others' bread. perhaps, from some report that had reached them, had imagined

llow hard the passage to descend and climb

By others'stairs !" me of a different form; in whose sight not only my person was disparaged, but every action of mine became of iess value, as well Wis countrymen persecuted even his memory: he wasexcommuthose already performed, as those whicb yet remained for me to nicaled after death by the Pope.-E. attempt."-E.

(3) “E scrisse più volte non solamente a particolari cittadini (2) About the year 1316, the friends of Dante succeeded in ob- del reggimento, ma ancora al popolo, e intra l'altre una epistola laining his restoration to his country and his possessions, on assai lunga che comincia :-"Popule mi,quid feci libi?'"- Vita condition that he should pay a certain sum of money, and, er di Dante, scrilla da Lionardo Arelino, tering a church, there avow himself guilty, and ask pardon of Ibe (4) Danle died at Ravenna, in 1321, in the palace of his patron, republic. The following was his answer, on this occasion, to one Guido Novello da Polenta, who testified his sorrow and respect of his kinsmen :-“From your letter, which I received with due by the sumplucusness of his obsequies, and by giving orders to respect and affection, I observe how much you have at heart my creci a monument, which he did not live lo complete. His counrestoration to my country. Iain bound to you the more gratefully, I trymen showed, too late, that they knew the value of what they that an exile rarely finds a friend. But, after malure consider- had lost. Al the beginning of the next century, they entreated ation, I must, by my answer, disappoint the wishes of some lillle that the mortal remains of their illustrious citizen might be minds; and I confide in the judgment to which your impartialily restored to them, and deposited among the tombs of their fathers. and prudence will lead you. Your nephew and mine has written But the people of Ravenua were unwilling to part with the sad to me, what indeed had been mentioned by many other friends, and honourable memorial of their own hospitality. No better that, by a decree concerning the cxiles, I am allowed to relurn success attended the subsequent negotiations of the Florentines tc Florence, provided I pay a certain sum of money, and submit for the same purpose, though renewed under the auspices of 10 the humiliation of asking and receiving absolution: wherein, Leo X., and conducted through the powerful mediation or Michael my facher, I see two propositions that are ridiculous and imper. Angelo. tinent. I speak of the impertinence of those who mention such Never did any poem rise so suddenly into notice, alter the death conditions lo me: for in your letter, dictated by judgment and of its author, as the Divina Commedia. About the year 1350, discretion, there is no such thing. Is such an invitation to return Giovanni Visconti, Archbishop of Milan, selected six of the most to his country glorious for Danle, after suffering in exile airnost learned men in Italy,-iwo divines, iwo philosophers, and two Afteen years? Is it thus, then, lbey would recompense innocence Fiorentines—and gave them in charge to contribute their joint

The Blyos;

A LITERARY ECLOGUE. (1)

" Nimium ne crede colori."- Virgil.
O trust nol, ye beautiful creatures, to hue,
Though your hair were as ed as your stockings are blue.

ECLOGUE FIRST.

Ink. Hold, my good friend, do you know London-Before the Door of a Lecture Room.

Whom you speak to ?

Tra. Right well, boy, and so does “the Row :'(3) Bnter TRACY, meeting INKEL.

You 're an author- a poetInk. You're too late.

Ink.

And think you that I Tra. Is it over ?

Can stand tamely in silence, to hear you decry | Ink.

Nor will be this hour. The Muses ? But the benches are cramm’d, likea garden in flower, Tra. Excuse me: I meant no offence With the pride of our belles, who have made it the To the Nine; though the number who make some fashion ;

pretence So, instead of “beaux arts," we may say “la belle To their favours is such~-But, the subject to drop, passion"

I am just piping hot from a publisher's shop For learning, which lately has taken the lead in (Next door to the pastry-cook’s ; so that when I The world, and set all the fine gentlemen reading. Cannot find the new volume I wanted to buy

Tra. I know it 100 well, and have worn out my On the bibliopole's shelves, it is only two paces, 1 palience

As one finds every author in one of those places ;) With studying to study your new publications. Where ljust had been skimming a charming critique, There's Vamp, Scamp, and Moulby, and Words-So studded with wit, and so sprinkled with Greek! words and Co.(2)

Where your friend-you know who-has just got With their damnable

such a threshing,

a

Endeavours towards the compilation of an amplo comment, a copy of the same nature with such a man, and encourage us to make of which is preserved in the Laurentiao library. Al Florence, a the best use of our feeling existence."-E. public lecture was founded for the purpose of explaining a poem,

(1) This trifle, which Lord Byron has himself designated as “ which was at the same time the boast and the disgrace of the mere buffoonery, never meant for publication,” was written in city. The decree for this institution was passed in 1373 ; and in 1820, and first appeared in The Liberal. The personal allusions liat year Boccaccio was appointed, with a salary of a hundred in which it abounds are, for the most part, sufficiently intelligible; Lorins, to deliver lectures in one of ihe churches on the first og and, with a few exceptions, so good-humoured, that the parties their poets. The example of Florence was speedily fo:lowed by concerned may be expected to join in the laughi. B2.090, Pisa, Piacenza, and Venice. It is only within a few “ About the year 1781, it was much the fashion for several years, that the merits of this great and original poet were attended ladies to have evening assemblies, where the fair sex might par18 and made known in this country. And this seems to be owing ticipate in conversation with literary and ingenious men, animated 16 a translation of the very pathetic story of Count Ugolino; lo by a desire to please. These societies were denominated Bluethe judicious and spirited summary given of this poem in the slocking Clubs; the origin of which title being little known, it may 3tsi section of the History of English Poetry; and to Mr. Hayley's be worth while to relate it. One of the most emjnent members of translations of the three cantos of the Inferno. “Dante believed,” those societies, when they first commenced, was Mr. Stillingfleet, says l'go Foscolo, “thal, by bis sufferings on earth, he aloned

whose dress was remarkably grave, and in particular it was obfor ibe errors of humanity

served that he wore blue stockings. Such was the excellence of

bis conversation, and his absence was felt as so great a loss, that • Ma la bontà divina ha si gran braccia,

il used lo be said, 'We can do nothing without the Blue-stockings;' Che prende ciò che si rivolge a lei.'

and thus by degrees the title was established.” Croker's Boswell, * So widle arms Ha b goodness infinite, ibal il receives

vol. iv. p. 480. Sir William Forbes, in his Life of Dr. Beallie, seys, that “a foreigner of distinction hearing the expression,

translated it literally · Bas Bleu,' by which these meetings came And he seems to address Heaven in the allitude of a worshipper, 10 be distinguished. Miss Hannah More, who was herself a memfather than a suppliani. Being convinced that man is then

ber, has wrillen a poem with the litle of Bas Bleu, in allusion lo truly bappy when be freely exercises all his energies,' he walked this mistake of the foreigner, in which she bas characterised most through lie world with an assured step, 'keeping his vigils'

of the eminent personages of which it was composed."--E. • So ibat nor night nor slumber with close sicalth

(2) See the stanzas on Wordsworth and Southey in Don Juan. Conveyed from him a single step in all

-E. The goinys on of time.'

(3) Paternoster-row-long and still celebrated as a very bazaar He collected the opinions, the follies, the vicissitudes, the mi- of booksellers. Sir Walter Scout “ bitches into rhyme” one of series, and the passions that agilale mankind; and left behind the most important firms-that him a rogument which, while it humbles us by the representation “ Of Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, o ob our wretchedness, should make us glory that we partahe

Our fathers of the Row."_E.

All who turn to it.'

That it is, as the phrase goes, extremely "refresh Tra.

I own it-'t is true What a bcautiful word!(1)

ling." A fair lady-Ink.

Very true; 't is so swt ink. A spinster? And so cooling—they use it a little too oft ;

Tra.

Miss Lilac ! And the papers have got it at last-but no matter. Ink.

The Blue ! So they ’ve cut up our friend then ?

The heiress ? Tra.

Not left him a tatter Tra. The angel ! Not a rag of his present or past reputation,

Ink.

The devil! why, man! Which they call a disgrace to the age and the nation. Pray get out of this hobble as fast as you can. Ink. I'm sorry to hear this! for friendship, you You wed with Miss Lilae!'t would be your perdition: know

[so. She's a poet, a chemist, a mathematician. Our poor friend !-but I thought it would terminate Tra. I say she is an angel. Our friendship is such, I'll read nothing to shuck it. Ink.

Say rather an angle. You don't happen to have the Review in your pocket? If you and she marry, you'll certainly wrangle. (2) Tra. No; I left a round dozen of authors and I say she 's a Blue, man, as blue as the ether. others

Tra. And is that any cause for not coming to(Very sorry, no doubt, since the cause is a brother's) gether? All scrambling and jostling, like so many imps, Ink. Humph! I can't say I know any happy alAnd on fire with impatience to get the next glimpse.

liance

(science. Ink. Let us join them.

Which has lately sprung up from a wedlock with Tra. What! won't you return to the lecture? She's so learned in all things, and fond of concerning Ink. Why, the place is so cramm’d, there 's not Herself in all matters connected with learning, room for a spectre.

ThatBesides, our friend Scamp is to-day so absurd

Tra. What? Tra. How can you know that till you hear him ? Ink. I perhaps may as well hold my tongue; Ink.

I heard But there's five hundred people can tell you you're Quite enough; and, to tell you the truth, my retreat wrong. Was from his vile nonsense, no less than the heat. Tra. You forget Lady Lilac's as rich as a Jew. Tra. I have had no great loss then ?

Ink. Is it miss or the cash of mamma you pursue? Ink.

Loss !-such a palaver! Tra. Why, Jack, I'll be frank with you-someI'd inoculate sooner my wife with the slaver

thing of both. Of a dog when gone rabid, than listen two hours The girl's a fine girl. To the torrent of trash which around him he pours, Ink.

And you feel nothing loth Pump'd up with such effort, disgorged with such To her good lady-mother's reversion; and yet labour,

Her life is as good as your own, I will bet. That -come-do not make me speak ill of one's Tra. Let her live, and as long as she likes; IdeTra. I make you! [neighbour. mand

(hand. Ink.

Yes, you! I said nothing until Nothing more than the heart of her daughter and You compellid me, by speaking the truth

Ink. Why, that heart's in the inkstand-that Tra.

To speak ill?

hand on the pen. Is that your deduction ?

Tra., A propos-Will you write me a song now Ink. When speaking of Scamp ill, Ink. To what purpose ?

and then? I certainly follow, not set, an example.

Tra. You know, my dear friend, that in prose The fellow 's a fool, an impostor, a zany.

My talent is decent, as far as it goes ; Tra. And the crowd of 10-day shows that one But in rhyme fool makes many.

Ink.

You ’re a terrible slick, to be sure. But we two will be wise.

Tra. I own it: and yet, in these times, there's no Ink.

Pray, then, let us retire. For the heart of the fair like a stanza or two; [lure ! Tra. I would, but -

And so, as I can't, will you furnish a few ? Iuk. There must be attraction much higher Ink. In your name i Than Scamp, or the Jew's-harp he nicknames his Tra. In my name. I will copy them out,

To slip into her hand at the very next rout. To call you to this hot-bed.

Ink. Are you so far advanced as to hazard this ?

lyre,

(1) This cant phrase was first used in the Edinburgh Review probably by Mr. Jeffrey.-E. (2) “Her favourite science was the mathematicalIn short, she was a walking calculation,

Miss Edgeworth's novels stepping from their covers,

Morality's prim personification --
But-oh! ye lords of ladies intellectual,
Inform us truly, have they not hen-peck'd you all ?"

Don Juan, Canto I.

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