Yes-"muzzled " was the word, Sir John- To prove that they, who damn'd us then, Of Gr-tt-n's fire and C-nn-g's wit, To take my place, 'tis thou, Sir John; Thou, who, like me, art dubb'd Right Hon. To whom then but to thee, my friend, 1 This letter, which contained some very heavy enclosures, seems to have been sent to London by a private hand, and then put into the Twopenny Post-Office, to save trouble. See the Appendix. 2 In sending this sheet to the Press, however, I learn that the "muzzle" has been taken off, and the Right Hon. Doctor again let loose! 3 A bad name for poetry: but D-gen-n is still worse. — As Prudentius says upon a very different subject Torquetur Apollo Nomine percussus. Of Councils, held for men's salvation, (Which shows that, since the world's creation, To prove (what we've long prov'd, perhaps,) Farewell-I send with this, dear N-ch-1, P. D Among the Enclosures in the foregoing Letter was the following "Unanswerable Argument against the Papists." * WE'RE told the ancient Roman nation Which proves them all, O'Finn's, O'Fagans, FROM ABDALLAH, IN LONDON, TO MOHASSAN, WHILST thou, Mohassan, (happy thou!) I saunter on, the admiration Of this short-coated population This sew'd-up race - this button'd nation- But live, with all their lordly speeches, Yet, though they thus their knee-pans fetter (They're Christians, and they know no better)' In some things they're a thinking nation; And, on Religious Toleration, Mr. L-ck-e in their new Oriental Plan of Reform. - See the second of these Letters. How Abdallah's epistle to Ispahan found its way into the Twopenny Post-Bag is more than I can pretend to account for. 3" C'est un honnête homme," said a Turkish governor of De Ruyter;" c'est grand dommage qu'il soit Chrétien.” ! I own I like their notions quite, Or longs to flog'-'tis true, they pray They wash their toes- they comb their chins, And what's the worst (though last I rank it), Believe the Chapter of the Blanket! Yet, spite of tenets so flagitious, Green slippers, but from treasonous views; And twitch their beards, where'er they meet 'em. As to the rest, they're free to do Whate'er their fancy prompts them to, Provided they make nothing of it Tow'rds rank or honour, power or profit; Which things, we nat'rally expect, Belong to us, the Establish'd sect, Who disbelieve (the Lord be thanked!) Th' aforesaid Chapter of the Blanket. The same mild views of Toleration Inspire, I find, this button'd nation, 1 Sunnites and Shiites are the two leading sects into which the Mahometan world is divided; and they have gone on cursing and persecuting each other, without any intermission, for about eleven hundred years. The Sunni is the established sect in Turkey, and the Shia in Persia; and the differences between them turn chiefly upon those important points, which our pious friend Abdallah, in the true spirit of Shiite Ascendency, reprobates in this Letter. 2 Les Sunnites, qui étoient comme les Catholiques de Musulmanisme." - D'Herbelot. 3" In contradistinction to the Sounis, who in their prayers cross their hands on the lower part of their breast, the Schiahs drop their arms in straight lines; and as the Sounis, at certain periods of the prayer, press their foreheads on the ground or carpet, the Schiahs," &c. &c. Forster's Voyage. 4" Les Turcs ne détestent pas Ali réciproquement; au contraire, ils le reconnoissent," &c. &c. - Chardin. "The Shiites wear green slippers, which the Sunnites consider as a great abomination."- Mariti. 6 For these points of difference, as well as for the Chapter of the Blanket, I must refer the reader (not having the book by me) to Picart's Account of the Mahometan Sects. 7 This will appear strange to an English reader, but it is literally translated from Abdallah's Persian, and the curious bird to which he alludes is the Juftak, of which I find the following account in Richardson:"A sort of bird, that is said to have but one wing; on the opposite side to which the male has a hook and the female a ring, so that, when they fly, they are fastened together." 8 From motives of delicacy, and, indeed, of fellow-feeling. I suppress the name of the Author, whose rejected manuscript was enclosed in this letter.- See the Appendix. A month aboard ship and a fortnight on land Puts your Quarto of Travels, Sir, clean out of hand. An East-India pamphlet's a thing that would tell And a lick at the Papists is sure to sell well. The deuce is in't, Sir, if you cannot review! Should you feel any touch of poetical glow, We've a Scheme to suggest Mr. Sc-tt, you must know, - (Who, we're sorry to say it, now works for the Row 3) Having quitted the Borders, to seek new renown, May do a few Villas, before Sc-tt approaches. 1 Sir John Carr, the author of "Tours in Ireland, Holland, Sweden," &c. &c. 2 This alludes, I believe, to a curious correspondence, which is said to have passed lately between Alb-n-a, Countess of B-ck-gh-ms-e, and a certain ingenious Parodist. 3 Paternoster Row. 4 This Letter enclosed a Card for the Grand Fête on the 5th of February. 5 An amateur actor of much risible renown. LETTER VIII. Yours, et cetera. FROM COLONEL TH-M-S TO SK-FF-NGT-N, ESQ. COME to our Fête, and bring with thee Come to our Fête, and show again 6 When Cits came wond'ring, from the East, And thought thee Poet Pye at least! Oh! come, (if haply 'tis thy week For looking pale,) with paly cheek; Though more we love thy roseate days, When the rich rouge-pot pours its blaze Full o'er thy face, and, amply spread, Tips even thy whisker-tops with redLike the last tints of dying Day That o'er some darkling grove delay. Bring thy best lace, thou gay Philander, For that night only, means to hire HORAT Quem tu, Melpomene, semel Nascentem placido lumine, videris, &c. The Man, upon whom thou hast deign'd to look funny, Oh Tragedy's Muse! at the hour of his birth — Let them say what they will, that's the Man for my money, Give others thy tears, but let me have thy mirth: The crest of Mr. C-tes, the very amusing amateur tragedan here alluded to, was a cock; and most profusely were his liveries, harness, &c. covered with this ornament. Thou know'st the time, thou man of lore! O'er snow-white moons and stars we walk, O'er the white path shall bound and play And suns grow dim beneath their tread! But, hang this long digressive flight!— Nor need'st thou mourn the transient date But, bless my soul! I've scarce a leaf This festive Fête, in fact, will be The former Fête's fac-simile; The same long Masquerade of Rooms, All trick'd up in such odd costumes, (These, P-rt-r", are thy glorious works!) You'd swear Egyptians, Moors, and Turks, Bearing Good-Taste some deadly malice, Had clubb'd to raise a Pic-Nic Palace; And each to make the olio pleasant Had sent a State-Room as a present. The same fauteuils and girandolesThe same gold Asses', pretty souls! That, in this rich and classic dome, Appear so perfectly at home. The same bright river 'mong the dishes, But not ah! not the same dear fishes Late hours and claret kill'd the old onesSo 'stead of silver and of gold ones, (It being rather hard to raise Fish of that specie now a-days) Some sprats have been by Y-rm-th's wish, And Gudgeons (so V-ns-tt-t told So, prithee, come-our Fête will be AMONG the papers, enclosed in Dr. D-g-n-n's Letter, was found an Heroic Epistle in Latin verse, from Pope Joan to her Lover, of which, as it is rather a curious document, I shall venture to give some account. This female Pontiff was a native of England, (or, according to others, of Germany,) who, at an early age, disguised herself in male attire, and followed her lover, a young ecclesiastic, to Athens, where she studied with such effect, that upon her arrival at Rome, she was thought worthy of being raised to the Pontificate. This Epistle is addressed to her Lover (whom she had elevated to the dignity of Cardinal), soon after the fatal accouchement, by which her Fallibility was betrayed. She begins by reminding him tenderly of the time, when they were together at Athens-when, as she says, 66 Ah, then how little did we think or hope, "Dearest of men, that I should e'er be Pope;" 5C-rlt-n He will exhibit a complete fac-simile, in respect to interior ornament, to what it did at the last Fête. The same splendid draperies," &c. &c. - Morning Post. 6 Mr. Walsh Porter, to whose taste was left the furnishing of the rooms of Carlton House. The salt-cellars on the Pre's own table were in the form of an Ass with panniers. 8 Spanheim attributes the unanimity, with which Joan was elected, to that innate and irresistible charm, by which her sex, though latent, operated upon the instinct of the Cardinals_"Non vi aliqua, sed concorditer, omnium in se converso desiderio, qua sunt blandientis sexus artes, latentes in hâc quanquam !" |