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there, either by himself or with his family. And Rousseau, from his garret, governed an em. the result, upon the whole, is, that I do not believe pire-that of the mind; the founder of a new reli. there is a country in the world where you see so gion in politics, and to his enthusiastic followers a many long faces, care-worn and cross, as among prophet-He said, and they believed! The disci. the very people who are deemed. and believe them. ples of Voltaire might be more numerous, but they selves, the merries! in the world. A man of rank were bound to him by far weaker lies. Those of and talent, who has spent mapy years in the Cri. Rousseau made the French Revolution, and per. mea, who employed himself diligently and usefully ished for it; while Voltaire's, miscalculating its when there, and who naturally loves a country chances, perished by it. Both, perhaps, deserved where he has done much good, praising it to a their fate; but the former certainly acted the nobler friend, has been heard 10 remark, as the main ob. part, and went to battle with the best weapons too: jection to a residence otherwise delightful— Mais -for in the deadly encounter of all the passions, of on est obligé de s'aller coucher tous les soirs à sept the most opposite principles and irreconcilable preheures,-parcequ'en Crimée on ne sait pas où aller judices, cold-hearied wii is of liule avail. Heroes passer la soirée' This reinark excites no surprise and martyrs do not care for epigrams; and he must at Paris. Every one there feels that there can be have enthusiasm who pretends to lead the enthuno alternative,-some place, not home, to spend siastic or cope with them. Une intime persuasion, your evenings in. or to bed at seven o'clock! It puts Rousseau has somewhere said, m'a toujours tenu one in mind of the gentleman who hesitated about lieu d'éloquence! And well it might; for the first marrying a lady whose company he liked very requisiie io command belief is to believe yourself. much, for,' as he observed, ' where could I then Nor is it easy to impose on mankind in this respect. go to pass my evenings ?'"-Vol. i. pp. 404, 405. There is no eloquence, no ascendancy over the The following, though not a cordial, is at yourself
. Rousseau's might only be a sort of poet
minds of others, without this intimate persuasion in least a candid testimony to the substantial ical persuasion, lasting but as long as the occasion; benefits of the Revolution :
yet it was thus powerful, only because it was true, " The clamorous, restless, and bustling manners
though but for a quarter of an hour perhaps, in the of ihe common people of Aix, their antiquated and heart of this inspired writer.
• Mr. Mragged dress, their diminutive stature and ill-favour
son of the friend of Rousseau, 10 ed countenances, strongly recalled to my mind the whom he left his manuscripts, and especially his popularion of France, such as I remembered it Confessions, to be published after his death, had
I observed a formerly; for a considerable change has certainly fair copy written by himself, in a small hand like
the goodness to show them to me. 1789 and 1815. The people of France are decidedly print, very neat and correct; not a blot or an eraless noisy, and graver; better dressed, and cleaner. sure to be seen. The most curious of these papers, All this may be accounted for; but handsomer is however, were several sketch-books, or memoranda not so readily understood, à priori. It seems as if half filled, where the same hand is no longer disthe hardships of war, having successively carried cernible ; but the same genius, and the same way. off all the weakly, those who survived have regen: live thought which is there put down. Rousseau's
ward temper and perverse intellect, in every fugi. erated the species. The people have undoubtedly composition, like Montesquieu's, was laborious and gained much by the Revolution on the score of slow; his ideas flowed rapidly, but were not readily property, and a little as to political institutions. They certainly seem conscious of some advantage brought into proper order; they did not appear to attained, and to be proud of i—not properly civil have come in consequence of a previous plan; but liberty, which is little understood, and not properly the ideas, and served as a sort of frame for them,
the plan itself, formed afterwards, came in aid of estimated, but a certain coarse equality, asserted in instead of being a system to which they were sub. small things, although not thought of in the essen servient. Very possibly some of the fundamental tials of society. This new-born equality is very touchy, as if it fele yet insecure; and thence a des opinions he defended so earnestly, and for which gree of rudeness in the common intercourse with his disciples would willingly have suffered martyr. the lower class, and, more or less, all classes, very thought, caught
as it few, was entered in his com
dom, were originally adopted because a bright different from the old proverbial French politeness. This, though in itself not agrecable, is, however, a
monplace book. good sign. Pride is a step in moral improvement,
“ These loose notes of Rousseau afford a curious from a very low state. These opinions, I am weli insight into his taste in composition. You find aware, will not pass in France without animadver: I him perpetually retrenching epithets-reducing his sion, as it is not to be expected the same judgment thoughts to their simplest expression-giving words will be formed of things under different circum. a peculiar energy, by the new application of their stances. If my critics, however, will only go three original meaning-going back to the naïveté of old or four thousand miles off, and stay away a quarter language; and, in the artificial process of simplici. of a century, I dare say we shall agree better when y, carefully effacing the trace of each laborious we compare notes on their return.
footstep as he advanced ; each idea, each image, Vol. i. pp. 333, 334.
coming out, at last, as if cast entire at a single
Throw, original, energetic, and clear. Although The way in which M. Simond speaks of Mr. M- had promised to Rousseau that he would Rousseau, affords a striking example of that publish his Confessions as they were, yet he took struggle between enthusiasm and severity- upon himself to suppress a passage explaining cerromance and cool reason, which we noticed 'ain circumstances of his abjurations at Anneci, afin the beginning as characieristic of the whole fording a curious, but frightfully disgusting, picture
of monkish manners at that iime. It is a pity that work. He talks, on the whole, with contempt, Mr. M— did not break his word in regard to some and even bitterness, of his character: But he few more passages of that most admirable and most follows his footsteps, and the vestiges and vile of all ihe productions of genius.” memorials even of his fictitious personages,
Vol. i. pp 564—566. with a spirit of devout observance-visits
The following notices of Madame de Staël Clareus, and pauses at Meillerie--rows in a
are emphatic and original :burning day to his island in the lake of Bienne-expatiates on the beauty of his retreat at her again on her deathbed. The intermediate years
"I had seen Madame de Staël a child ; and I saw the Charmettes—and even stops to explore his temporary abode at Moitier Travers. The from the scenes in which she lived. Mixing again, a stranger, and feel that I must remain so, I just saw void of affectation and trick, she made so fair and 30 this celebrated woman; and heard, as it were, her irresistible an appeal to your own sense of her worth, last words, as I had read her works before, uninflu. that what would have been laughable in any one enced by any local bias. Perhaps, the impressions else, was almost respectable in her. "Thai ambiof a man ihus dropped from anoiher world into this tion of eloquence, so conspicuous in her writings, may be deemed something like those of posteriry. was much less observable in her conversation;
were spent in another hemisphere, as far as possible following passages are remarkable:
not many months since, with a world in which I am
Madame de Staël lived for conversation : She there was more abandon in what she said than in was not happy out of a large circle, and a French what she wrote; while speaking, the spontaneous circle, where she could be heard in her own lan- inspiration was no labour, but all pleasure. Conguage to the best advantage. Her extravagant ad. scious of extraordinary powers, she gave herself up miration of the society of Paris was neither more to the present enjoyment of the good things, and nor less than genuine admiration of herself. It the deep things, Howing in a full stream from ber was the best mirror she could gel--and that was well-stored mind and luxuriant fancy. The inspiall. Ambitious of all sorts of notoriety, she would ration was pleasure—the pleasure was inspiration; have given the world to have been born noble and and without precisely intending it, she was, every a beauty. Yet there was in this excessive vanity evening of her life, in a circle of company, the very so much honesty and frankness, it was so entirely Corinne she had depicted."-Vol. i. pp. 283—206.
( November, 1812.) Rejected Addresses ; or the New Theatrum Poetarum. 12mo. pp. 126. London: 1812.*
AFTER all the learning, wrangling and tried their hands at an address to be spoken solemn exhortation of our preceding pages, at the opening of the New Theatre in Drury we think we may venture to treat our readers Lane—in the hope, we presume, of obtaining with a little morsel of town-made gaiety, the twenty-pound prize which the munificent without any great derogation from our
estab- managers are said to have held out to the suc. lished character for seriousness and contempt cessful candidate. The names of the imagiof trifles. We are aware, indeed, that there nary competitors, whose works are now offered is no way by which we could so certainly in- to the public, are only indicated by their inigratiate ourselves with our provincial readers, tials; and there are one or two which we as by dealing largely in such articles; and really do not know how to fill up. By far the we can assure them, that if we have not greater part, however, are such as cannot poshitherto indulged them very often in this sibly be mistaken; and no reader of Scott, manner, it is only because we have not often Crabbe, Southey, Wordsworth, Lewis, Moore, met with any thing nearly so good as the or Spencer, could require the aid, even of their little volume before us. We have seen no- initials, to recognise them in their portrails. thing comparable to it indeed since the pub- Coleridge, Coleman, and Lord Byron, are not lication of the poetry of the Antijacobin; and quite such striking likenesses. Of Dr. Busby's though it wants the high seasoning of politics and Mr. Fitzgerald's, we do not hold ourselves and personality, which no doubt contributed qualified to judge—not professing to be deeply much to the currency of that celebrated col. read in the works of these originals. lection, we are not sure that it does not ex- There is no talent so universally entertainhibit, on the whole, a still more exquisite ing as that of mimicry-even when it is contalent of imitation, with powers of poetical fined to the lively imitation of the air and composition that are scarcely inferior. manner—the voice, gait, and external deport
We must not forget, however, to inform our ment of ordinary individuals. Nor is this 10 country readers, that these “Rejected Ad- be ascribed entirely to our wicked love of dresses” are merely a series of Imitations of ridicule; for, though we must not assign a the style and manner of the most celebrated very high intellectual rank to an art which is living writers—who are here supposed to have said to have attained to perfection among the
| savages of New Holland, some admiration is * I have been so much struck, on lately looking undoubtedly due to the capacity of nice obback to this paper, with the very extraordinary servation which it implies; and some gratifi. merit and felicity of the Imitations on which it is employed, that I cannot resist the templation of cation may be innocently derived from the giving them a chance of delighting a new genera
sudden perception which it excites of pecution of admirers, by including some part of them in liarities previously unobserved. It rises in very best imitations) and often of "difficult originales interest, however, and in dignity, when it that ever were made: and, considering their great and external characteristics of its objects, but
succeeds in expressing, not merely the visible extent and variety, to indicate a talent to which I do not know where to look for a parallel. Some those also of their taste, their genius, and few of them descend to the level of parodies: But temper. A vulgar mimic repeats a man's by far the greater part are of a much higher de. cant-phrases and known stories, with an exact scription. They ought, I suppose, !o have come imitation of his voice, look, and gestures: But under the head of Poetry, -but “ Miscellaneous is broad enough to cover any thing:-Some of the can make stories or reasonings in his manner;
he is an artist of a far higher description, who less striking citations are now omitted. The au. i thors, I believe, have been long known to have and represent the features and movements of been the late Messrs. Smith.
his mind, as well as the accidents of his body.
The same distinction applies to the mimicry, I precise conception of the causes of those opif it may be so called, of an author's style and posite sensations, -and to trace to the noblemanner' of writing.' To copy his peculiar ness of the diction and the inaccuracy of the phrases or turns of expression—to borrow the reasoning-the boldness of the propositions grammatical structure of his sentences, or the and the rashness of the inductions—the magmetrical balance of his lines-or to crowd and nificence of the pretensions and the feebleness string together all the pedantic or affected of the performance, those contradictory judgwords which he has become remarkable for ments, with the confused result of which he using-applying, or misapplying all these had been perplexed in the study of the original. without the least regard to the character of The same thing may be said of the imitation his genius, or the spirit of his compositions, is of Darwin, contained in the Loves of the Trito imitate an author only as a monkey might angles, though confessedly of a satirical or imitate a man-or, at best, to support a mas- ludicrous character. All the peculiarities of querade character on the strength of the Dress the original poet are there brought together, only; and at all events, requires as little talent, and crowded into a little space; where they and deserves as little praise, as the mimetic can be compared and estimated with ease. exhibitions in the neighbourhood of Port-Syd- His essence in short, is extracted, and sepaney. It is another matter, however, to be able rated in a good degree from what is common to borrow the diction and manner of a cele- to him with the rest of his species;-and brated writer to express sentiments like his while he is recognised at once as the original own-to write as he would have written on from whom all these characteristic traits have the subject proposed to his imitator—to think been borrowed, that original itself is far better his thoughts, in short, as well as to use his understood—because the copy presents no words and to make the revival of his style traits but such as are characteristic. appear but a consequence of the strong con- This highest species of imitation, therefore, ception of his peculiar ideas. To do this in all we conceive to be of no slight value in fixing the perfection of which it is capable, requires the taste and judgment of the public, even talents, perhaps, not inferior to those of the with regard to ihe great standard and original original on whom they are employed—to-authors who naturally become its subjects. gether with a faculty of observation, and a The pieces before us, indeed, do not fall cordexterity of application, which that original rectly under this denomination :—the subject might not always possess; and should not only to which they are confined, and the occasion afford nearly as great pleasure to the reader, on which they are supposed to have been proas a piece of composition, but may teach him duced, having necessarily given them a cersome lessons, or open up to him some views, tain ludicrous and light air, not quite suitable which could not have been otherwise disclosed to the gravity of some of the originals, and
The exact imitation of a good thing, it must imparted to some of them a sort of mongrel be admitted, promises fair to be a pretty good character in which we may discern the feathing in itself; but if the resemblance be very tures both of burlesque and of imitation. striking, it commonly has the additional ad- There is enough, however, of the latter to anvantage of letting us more completely into the swer the purposes we have indicated above; secret of the original author, and enabling us while the tone of levity and ridicule may to understand far more clearly in what the answer the farther purpose of admonishing the peculiarity of his manner consists, than most authors who are personated in this exhibition, of us should ever have done without this as- in what directions they trespass on the borders sistance. The resemblance, it is obvious, can of absurdity, and from what peculiarities they only be rendered striking by exaggerating a are in danger of becoming ridiculous. A mere little, and bringing more conspicuously for- parody or travestie, indeed, is commonly made, ward, all that is peculiar and characteristic in with the greatest success, upon the tenderest the model: And the marking features, which and most sublime passages in poetry—the were somewhat shaded and confused in their whole secret of such performances consisting natural presentment, being thus magnified and in the substitution of a mean, ludicrous, or disengaged in the copy, are more easily
ob- disgusting subject, for a touching or noble one. served and comprehended, and their effect But where this is not the case, and where the traced with infinitely more ease and assu- passages imitated are conversant with objects rance;—just as the course of a river, or a range nearly as familiar, and names and actions of mountains, is more distinctly understood almost as undignified, as those in the imitawhen laid down on a map or plan, than when tion, the author may be assured, that what a studied in their natural proportions. Thus, in moderate degree of exaggeration has thus Burke's imitation of Bolingbroke (the most made eminently laughable, could never have perfect specimen, perhaps, which ever will been worthy of a place in serious and lofty exist of the art of which we are speaking), we poetry:-But we are falling; we perceive, into have all the qualities which distinguish the our old trick of dissertation, and forgetting our style, or we may indeed say the genius, of benevolent intention to dedicate this article to that noble writer, as it were, concentrated and the amusement of our readers.We break brought at once before us; so that an ordinary off therefore, abruptly, and turn without farreader, who, in perusing his genuine works, ther preamble to the book. merely felt himself dazzled and disappointed The first piece, under the name of the loyal
- delighted and wearied he could not tell Mr. Fitzgerald, though as good, we suppose, why, is now enabled to form a definite and as the original, is not very interesting. Whether
it be very like Mr. Fitzgerald or not, however, The main drift of the piece, however, as it must be allowed that the vulgarity, ser- well as its title, is explained in the following vility, and gross absurdity of the newspaper stanzas:scribblers is well rendered in the following lines :
“How well would our artists attend to iheir doties,
Our house save in oil, and our authors in wii, “ Gallia's stern despot shall in vain advance In lieu of yon lamps if a row of young beauties From Paris, the metropolis of France ;
Glanc'd light from their eyes between us and By this day month the monster shall not gain A foot of land in Portugal or Spain.
Attun'd to the scene, when the pale yellow moon See Wellington in Salamanca's field
Tower and tree, they'd look sober and sage ; Forces his favourite General to yield, (Marmont And when they all wink'd their dear peepers in Breaks through his lines, and leaves his boasted
unison, Expiring on the plain without an arm on:
Night, pitchy night would envelope the stage. Madrid he enters at the cannon's mouth,
Ah! could I some girl from yon box for her youth And then the villages still further south!
pick, Base Bonaparte, filled with deadly ire,
I'd love her as long as she blossom'd in youth! Sets one by one our playhouses on fire:
Oh! white is the ivory case of the toothpick, Some years ago he pounced with deadly glee on But when beauty smiles how much while the The Opera House-ihen burni down the Pantheon :
pp. 26, 27. Nay, still unsated, in a coat of flames, Next at Millbank he cross'd the river Thames.
The next, entitled "The Rebuilding," is in Who makes the quartern loaf and Luddites rise ? name of Mr. Southey; and is one of the best Who fills the butchers' shops with large blue flies? in the collection. It is in the style of the Who thought in flames St. James's court to pinch? Kehama of that multifarious author; and is Who burnt the wardrobe of poor Lady Finch? Why he, who, forging for this Isle a yoke,
supposed to be spoken in the character of oce Reminds me of a line I lately spoke,
of his Glendoveers. The imitation of the “The tree of Freedom is the British oak.'" diction and measure, we think, is nearly pero The next, in the name of Mr. W. Words- original. It opens with an account of the
fect; and the descriptions quite as good as the worth, is entitled “The Baby's Début," and burning of the old theatre, formed upon the is characteristically announced as intended to
pattern of the Funeral of Arvalan. have been "spoken in the character of Nancy Lake, a girl eight years of age, who is drawn Midnight, yet not a nose upon the stage in a child's chaise, by Samuel From Tower-hill to Piccadilly snored!
Midnight, yet not a nose Hughes, her uncle's porter.”: The author does
From Indra drew the essence of repose ! not, in this instance, attempt to copy any of
See with what crimson fury, the higher attributes of Mr. Wordsworth's By Indra fann'd, the god of fire ascends the wal's poetry : But has succeeded perfectly in the
of Drury! imitation of his mawkish affectations of child
The tops of houses, blue with lead, ish simplicity and nursery stammering. We
Bend beneath the landlord's iread; hope it will make him ashamed of his Alice
Master and 'prentice, serving-man and lord,
Nailor and tailor, Fell, and the greater part of his last volumes Grazier and brazier, -of which it is by no means a parody, but a Thro' streets and alleys pour'd, very fair, and indeed we think a flattering
All, all abroad to gaze, imitation. We give a stanza or two as a
And wonder at the blaze.”-pp. 29, 30. specimen :
There is then a great deal of indescribable “My brother Jack was nine in May, intriguing between Veeshnoo, who wishes to And I was eight on New Year's Day; rebuild the house through the instrumentality So in Kaie Wilson's shop
of Mr. Whitbread, and Yamen who wishes to Papa (he's my papa and Jack's)
prevent it. The Power of Restoration, how. Bought me last week a doll of wax, And brother Jack a top.
ever, brings all the parties concerned to an
amicable meeting; the effect of which, on " Jack's in the pouts and this it is, the Power of Destruction, is thus finely repreHe thinks mine came to more than his, So to my drawer he goes,
sented :'Takes out the doll, and, oh, my stars !
“Yamen beheld, and wither'd at the sight; He pokes her head between the bas,
Long had he aim'd the sun-beam to control, 'And melts off half her nose!"-pp. 5, 6.
For light was hateful to his soul:
Go on, cried the hellish one, yellow with spite; Mr. Moore's Address is entitled “The Liv-Go on, cried the hellish one, yellow with spleen; ing Lustres," and appears to us a very fair Thy toils of the morning, like Ithaca's queen, imitation of the fantastic verses which that
I'll toil to undo every nighi. ingenious person indites when he is merely | The lawyers are met at the Crown and Anchor, gallant; and, resisting the lures of voluptuous- And Yamen's visage grows blanker and blanker. ness, is not enough in earnest to be tender. It The lawyers are met at the Anchor and Crown, begins :
And Yamen's cheek is a russety brown.
Veeshnoo, now thy work proceeds! “O) why should our dull retrospective addresses
The solicitor reads, Fall damp as wet blankets on Drury Lane fire ?
And, merit of merit! Away with blue devils, away with distresses,
Red wax and green ferret And give the gay spirit to sparkling desire!
Are fix'd at the foot of the deeds!" Let artists decide on the beauties of Drury,
The richest to me is when woman is there; The question of Houses I leave to the jury;
Drury's Dirge," by Laura Matilda, is not The fairest to me is the house of the fair."—p.25. S of the first quality. The verses, to be sure,
pp. 35, 36.
are very smooth, and very nonsensical—as venturously assumed by the describer. After was intended : But they are not so good as the roof falls in, there is silence and great conSwift's celebrated Song by a Person of Qua- sternation :lity; and are so exactly in the same mea
" When lo! amid the wreck uprear'd sure, and on the same plan, that it is impos- Gradual a moving head appear’d, sible to avoid making the comparison. The And Eagle firemen knew reader may take these three stanzas as a 'Twas Joseph Muggins, name rever'd, sample :
The foreman of their crew.
Loud shouted all in sign of woe, “ Lurid smoke and frank suspicion,
'A Muggins to the rescue, ho!'
And pour'd the hissing tide:
Meanwhile ihe Muggins fought amain,
And strove and struggl'd all in vain,
For rallying but to fall again, “Hark! the engines blandly thunder,
He totior'd, sunk, and died !
Did none attempt, before he fell,
To succour one they lov'd so well ?
Yes, Higginbottom did aspire, "See the bird of Ammon sailing,
(His fireman's soul was all on fire)
His brother chief to save;
But ah! his reckless generous ire
Serv'd but to share his grave!
Mid blazing beams and scalding streams, “A Tale of Drury,” by Walter Scott, is,
Thro' fire and smoke he dauntless broke,
Where Muggins broke before. upon the whole, admirably executed ; though
But sulphury stench and boiling drench, the introduction is rather tame. The burning
Destroying sight, o'erwhelm'd him quite; is described with the mighty Minstrel's char- He sunk to rise no more! acteristic love of localities :
Still o'er his head, while Fate he brav'd,
His whizzing water.pipe he wav'd; " Then London's sons in nightcap woke !
· Whitford and Mitsord, ply your pumps ! In bedgown woke her dames;
You, Clutterbuck, come stir your stumps, For shouts were heard 'mid fire and smoke,
• Why are you in such doleful dumps ? And twice ten hundred voices spoke,
• A fireman, and afraid of bumps ! • The Playhouse is in flames!'
• What are they fear'd on, fools? 'od rot 'em!' And lo! where Catherine Sireet extends, Were the last words of Higginbottom.' A fiery tail its lustre lends
pp. 50–52. To every window pane : Blushes each spout in Martlet Court,
The rebuilding is recorded in strains as And Barbican, moth-eaten fort,
characteristic, and as aptly applied :And Covent Garden kennels sport, A bright ensanguin'd drain ;
Didst mark, how toil'd the busy train Meux's new brewhouse shows the light,
From morn to eve, till Drury Lane
Leap'd like a roebuck from ihe plain ?
Ropes rose and sunk, and rose again,
And nimble workmen trod. Partakes the ray with Surgeons' Hall,
To realize hold Wyatt's plan The ticket porters' house of call,
Rush'd many a howling Irishman, Old Bedlam, close by London wall,
Loud clatter'd many a porter can,
And many a ragamuffin clan,
With trowel and with hod."-pp. 52, 53. The mustering of the firemen is not less ourable W. Spencer, is also an imitation of
“The Beautiful Incendiary,” by the Honmeritorious :
great merit. The flashy, fashionable, artifi" The summond firemen woke at call
cial style of this writer, with his confident And hied them to their stations all.
and extravagant compliments, can scarcely Starting from short and broken snoose,
be said to be parodied in such lines as the Each sought his pond'rous hobnail'd shoes ;
following: But first his worsted hosen plied, Plush breeches next in crimson dyed,
" Sobriety cease to be sober, His nether bulk embrac'd;
Cease labour to dig and to delve ! Then jacket thick, of red or blue,
All hail to this tenih of October, Whose massy shoulder gave to view
One thousand eight hundred and twelve ! The badge of each respective crew,
Hah! whom do my peepers remark ?
'Tis Hebe with Jupiter's jug! The engines thunder'd thro' the street,
Oh, no! 'tis the pride of the Park, Fire-hook, pipe, bucket, all complete,
Fair Lady Elizabeth Mugg!
But ah! why awaken the blaze
Those bright burning-glasses contain,
Whose lens, with concentrated rays, The procession of the engines, with the Proved fatal to old Drury Lane! badges of their different companies, and the 'Twas all accidental, ihey cry: horrible names of their leaders, is also admi- Away with the flimsy humbug! rable—but we cannot make room for it. The
'Twas fir'd by a flash from the eye
Of Lady Elizabeth Mugg! account of the death of Muggins and Higginbottom, however, must find a place. These “Fire and Ale," by M. G. Lewis, is not are the two principal firemen who suffered on less fortunate; and exhibits not only a faiththis occasion; and the catastrophe is des ful copy of the spirited, loose, and flowing ed with a spirit, not unworthy of the name so I versification of that singular author, but a very