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So much for his poem—a word on his preface. In this preface it has pleased the magnanimous Laureate to draw the picture of a supposed "Satanic School," the which he doth recommend to the notice of the legislature; thereby adding to his other laurels the ambition of those of an informer. If there

isad or evil of nj deed* may preponderate it not for roc to ascertain; but M 18j means and opportunities have been KTrater, I shall limit my present dtfexv to an assertiun, (easily proved, if necessary,) that I,' in my degree, , have asne more ml good la any one given year, since I was twenty, than 1 Mr. Southey is the whole course of his shifting and turncoat existence. 'Then ate several actions to which I can look back with an honest pride, a*t » be damped by the calumnies of a hireling. There are others to vhkh I recur with sorrow and repentance; but the only act of my life of which Mr. Southey can have any real knowledge, as it was one which bMoeht me in contact with a near connection of his own [Mr. Coleridge j. &A no ilisttonour to that connection nor to me.

"I am not ignorant oaf Mr. Southey's calumnies on a different occasion, knovbu them to be such, which he scattered abroad on his return from SsitierTsnd agsirut me and others: thev hate done him no good in this . and If his creed be the riyht one, they wiU do him lets in the next. kit 'death-bed' may be, it is not my province to predicate; let him « U with his Maker, as I must do with mine. There is something at is and blasphemous in this arrogant scriblJcr of all work sitting

eas appears

rf* betar," whose friendship for Rohm Southey will, it seems,' be an honsur la him when the ephemeral disputes and ephemeral reputations of today are forgotten.* 1 for one neither envy him * the friendship,' nor ifw (tort in reversion which is .to accrue from It, like Mr. Thelusson's fortana, in the third and fourth generation. This friendship will probably be *• memorable as his o*n epics, which (aa X quoted to him ten or twelve •can ago in 'English Bards') Porson said ' would be remembered when Haner and Virgil are forgotten, — and not till then.' For

Mr. Souther was not disposed to let this pass unanswered. He, on the 5th of January, 1822, addressed to the Editor of the London Courier a letter, of which we shall quote all that U of Importance: —

"I come at once to hta Lordship's charge against me, blowing away the star with which it Is frothed, and evaporating a strong acid in which It U saspended. The residuum then Appears to be, that' Mr. Southey, on his man fn-m Switzerland (in 18171, scattered abroad calumnies, knowing ttwia te be ssch, against Lord Byron and others.' To this I reply with ■ dinri swi Smuts* dimial.

I had been told in that country that Lord Byron had turned Turk, it he had furnished a harem, or in do wed an ;ht the account, whichever it had been, posingiy ; passing it, as It had been taken, in the of conversation, for no more than it was worth. In this mtemn i mirht have spoken of him, as of Baron Qeramb *, the Green Vmf.the Indian Jugglers, or any other Jlgvrante of the time being. Tfcere was Do reason for any particular delicacy on my part in speaking of l a Lordslirp and, indeed, 1 should have thought any thing which mi^ht h- reported ef him, would have injured his character as little as the story vtadi to neatly annosed Lord Keeper Guildford, that he had ridden a daasswrtsv He may ride a rhinoceros, and though

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e Album at Mont-Anvert, with an avowal of Atheism l*«al, in Greek, and an indignant comment In the same language, todsrtawMh it.} Those names, with that avowal and the comment, I r'«scrlasd in my note-book, and spoke of the circumstance on my return.

1 had published it. the gentleman in question would not have thought ->*iar(f sundered, by having that recorded of him which he has so often 'wsetJsd of himself. "The many opproltriou.* appellations which Lord Byron has bestowed X* we, 1 leavr, as 1 find them, with the praises which he has bestowed


er that flies out In conrumelles, makes a noise, and stinks I'— B. Jossoir, [i I en aerustomed to such things; and, so far from irritating me are 'Bwmies who ute such weapons, that, when I hear of their attacks, it r tatuftcTson to think they have thus employed the malignity which kawc been employed somewhere, and could not have been directed whom it could poMihly molest or injure less. The viper,

_i in purpose, is harmless In effect, while It Is biting at

It Is seldom, indeed, that I

'How easily Is a no From harsh and si


i f Jeramb. — a German Jew, who, for seme time excited much nrJon In London by the extravagance of his dress. Being very in demanding remuneration from Government,


exists anywhere, excepting in his imagination, such a School, is he not sufficiently armed against it by his own intense vanity :•* The truth is, that there are certain writers whom Mr. S. imagines, like Scrub, to have "talked of him; for they laughed con s limed ly."

non-resistance- When the offence and the offender are such as to call for the whip and the branding-iron, It has been both seen and felt that I can Inflict them.

14 Lord Byron's present exacerbation Is evidently produced by an infliction of this kind—-not by hearsay reports of my conversation, four years ago, transmitted him from England. The cause may be found In certain remarks upon the Satanic school of poetry, contained in my preface to the 'Vision of Judgment.' Well would it be for Lord Byron if tie could look back upon any of his writings, with as much satisfaction as I shall always do upon what is there said of that flagitious school. Many persons, and parents especially, have expressed their gratitude to me for having applied the branding-iron where it was so richfj deserved. The Edinburgh Reviewer, indeed, with that honourable filling by which his criticisms are so peculiarly distinguished, suppressing the remarks themselves, has Imputed them wholly to envy on my part. I give him, in this Instance, full credit for sincerity: I believe he was equally incapable of comprehending a worthier motive, or of inventing a worse; and as I hare never condescended to expose, in any instance, his pitiful malevolence, I thank him for having, in this, stripped it bare himself, and exhibited it in its bald, naked, and undisguised deformity.

'Lord Byron, like his encomiast, has not ventured to bring the matter of those animadversions into view. He conceal* the fact, that they are directed against the authors of blasphemous and lascivious books; against men who, not content with Indulging their own vices, labour to make others the slaves of sensuality, like themselves; against public panders, who, muscling impiety with lewdness, seek at once to destroy the cement of social order, ana to carry profanation and pollution Into private families, and Into the hearts of individuals.

* His Lordship has "all w"

In him to call me a

scribbler of all work. Let the word ecribbUr pass; it is an appellation which will not stick, like that of the Satanic Mchuoi. But, if a scribbler, how am I one of alt work? I will tell Lord Byron what I have nor scribbled — what kind of work I have not done, f ha*e never published libels upon my friends and acquaintance, expressed my sorrow for those libels, and called them in during a mood of better mind—and then reissued them, when the evil spirit, which for a time had been cast out, had

returned and taken possession, with seven others, more wicked than 1 self. I have never abused the power, of which every author is In some degree possessed, to wound the character of a man, or the heart of a woman. I hare never sent into the world a book to which I did not dare to affix my name; or which I feared to claim In a court of Justice, if it were pirated by a knavish bookseller. I have never manufactured furniture for the brothel. None of thrte thing* have I done; none of the foul work by which literature u> perverted to the injury of mankind. My hands are clean; there Is no 'damned spot' upon them —no taint*which'all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten.'

"Of the work which I Aaec done, It becomes me not here to speak, save only as relates to the Satanic School, and its Coryphaeus, the author of 'Don Juan.' I have held up that school to public 'detestation, as enemies to the religion, the institutions, and the domestic morals of the country. 2 have given them a designation to tvhieh their founder and leadrr an* were. I have sent a stone from my sling which has smitten their Goliath In the I have fastened his name upon the gibbet, for reproach and „, u long as it shall endure. — Take it down who can I One word of advice to Lord Byron before I conclude. — When he attacks me again, let It be In rhyme." For one who has so little command of himself. It will be a great advantage that his temper should be obliged to keep tune. And while he may still indulge in the same ranknesa and virulence of insult, the metre will, in some degree, seem to lessen its vulgarity."

Lord Byron, without waiting for the closing hint of the foregoing letter, had already " attacked " Mr. Southey " ha rhyme." On October 1. 1821, he says to Mr. Moore,—

"I have written about sixty stanzas of a poem. In octave stanzas (In the Pulcl style, which the fools hi England think was invented bv Whist leer aft — it Is aa old as the hills, in Italy), called < The Vision of Judgment,' by Oucvcdo Redivivus. In this it Is my Intention to put the said George's

the Poet Laureate, for

Apotheosis in a Whig point of view, not forgetting tl his preface and his other demerits."

Lord Byron had proceeded some length In the performance thus announced, before Mr. Southey's letter to the " Courier" fell into his hands. On seeing it, his Lordship's feelings were so excited, that he could not wait for revenge in inkshed, but on the instant despatched a cartel of mortal defiance to the Poet Laureate, through the medium of Mr. Douglas Klnnaird,—to whom he thus writes, February 6. 1822:—

"I have got Southey's pretended reply t what remains to he done Is to call him out. The question is, would he come? for, If he would not, Uie whole thing would appear ridiculous, If I were to take a long and expensive journey to no purpose. You must be my second, and, as such, I wish to consult tou. I apply to you as one well versed in the duello, or monomachie. Of course 1 shall come to England as prlvntelv as possible, and leave it (supposing that 1 was the survivor) in the same manner; having no other object which could bring me Into that country except to settle quarrels accumulated during my absence."

Mr. Klnnaird, Justly appreciating the momentary exacerbation under which Lord Byron had written the challenge which this letter enclosed, and fully aware how absurd the whole business would seem to his distant friend after the lapse of such a period as must intervene before the return of post from Keswick to Ravenna, put Lord Byron's warlike missive aside; and it never was heard of by Mr. Southey until after the death of its author. Meantime Lord Byron had continued his " attack in rhyme "—and his " vision of Judgment," after Ineffectual negotiations with various publishers In London, at length saw the light in 1822, in the pages of the unfortunate " Liberal."]

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I think I know enough of most of the writers to whom he is supposed to allude, to assert, that they, in their individual capacities, have done more good, in the charities of life, to their fellow-creatures, in any one year, than Mr. Southey has done harm to himself by his absurdities in his whole life; and this is saying a great deaL But I have a few questions to ask.

Istly, Is Mr. Southey the author of " Wat Tyler"?

2dly, Was he not refused a remedy at law by the highest judge of his beloved England, because it was a blasphemous and seditious publication ? >

3dly, Was he not entitled by William Smith, in full parliament, " a rancorous renegado "t *

4thly, Is he not poet laureate, with his own lines on Martin the regicide staring him in the face ? s

And, 5thly, Putting the four preceding items together, with what conscience dare he call the attention of the laws to the publications of others, be they what they may?

I say nothing of the cowardice of such a proceeding; its meanness speaks for itself; but I wish to touch upon the motive, which is neither more nor less than that Mr. S. has been laughed at a little in some recent publications, as he was of yore in the "Anti-jacobin" by his present patrons. * Hence all this "skimble-scamble stuff" about "Satanic," and so forth. However, it is worthy of him—" qualis ah incepto."

It there is any thing obnoxious to the political opinions of a portion of the public in the following poem, they may thank Mr. Southey. He might have written hexameters, as he has written every thing else, for aught that the writer cared — had they been upon another subject. But to attempt to canonise a monarch, who, whatever were his household virtues, was neither a successful nor a patriot king, — inasmuch as several years of his reign passed in war with America and Ireland, to say nothing of the aggression upon France,—like all other

'[In 1821, when Mr. Southey applied to the Court of Chancery for an Injunction to restrain the publication of "Wat Tyler," Lord Chancellor Eldon pronounced the following Judgment: — "I have looked into all the affidavits, and have read the book itself. The bill goes the length of stating, that the work was composed by Mr. Southey in the year 1794 ; that It is his own production, and that it has been published by the defendants without his sanction or authority; and therefore seeking an account of the profits which have arisen from, and an injunction to restrain, the publication. 1 have examined the cases that I have been able to meet with containing precedents for injunctions of this nature, and I find that they all proceed upon the ground of a title to the property in the plaintiff. On this head a distinction has been taken, to which a considerable weight of authority attaches, supported, as it is, by the opinion of Lord Chief Justice Eyre; who has expressly laid it down, that a person cannot recover in damages for a work which is, in its nature, calculated to do injury to the public. Upon the same principle this court refused an injunction in the case of Walcot (Peter Pindar) "r. Walker, inasmuch as he could not have recovered damages in an action. After the fullest consideration, I remain of the same opinion as that which I entertained In deciding the case referred to. Taking all the circumstances into my consideration, it appears to me, that I cannot grant this injunction, until after Mr. Southey shall have established his right to the property by action." — Injunction refused.]

> [Mr. William Smith, M P. for Norwich, made a virulent attack on Mr. Southey in the House of Commons on the 14th of March, 1817, and the Laureate replied by a letter in the Courier.]

* [Among the effusions of Mr. Southey's juvenile muse, we find this

"Inscription for the Apartment in Chepstow Castle, where Henry Martin, the Regicide, was imprisoned thirty years. "For thirty years secluded from mankind Here Martin linger'd. Often have these walls

exaggeration, necessarily begets opposition. In whatever manner he may be spoken of in this nn "Vision," his public career will not be more favourably transmitted by history. Of his private virtues (although a little expensive to the nation) there can be no doubt.

With regard to the supernatural personages treated of, I can only say that I know as much about them, and (as an honest man) have a better right to talk of them, than Robert Southey. I have also treated them more tolerantly. The way In which that pan insane creature, the Laureate, deals about his judgments in the next world, is like his own judgment in this. If it was not completely ludicrous, it would , be something worse. I don't think that there is mucb j more to say at present


P.S.—It is possible that some readers may object, in these objectionable times, to the freedom with which saints, angels, and spiritual persons discourse in this "Vision." But, for precedents npon such points, I must refer him to Fielding's "Joonxj from this World to the next," and to the Visioni of myself, the said Quevedo, in Spanish or translated. The reader is also requested to observe, that no doctrinal tenets are insisted upon or discussed; that the person of the Deity is carefully withheld (ran sight, which is more than can be said for the Laureate, who hath thought proper to make him tail, not " like a school divine," but like the unscholarlilr Mr. Southey. The whole action passes on the outside of heaven; and Chaucer's Wife of Bath, Pufcf* Morgante Maggiore, Swift's Tale of a Tub, and tie other works above referred to, are cases in point of the freedom with which taints, tec may be permitted to converse in works not intended to te serious. Q, B.

Mr. Southey being, as he says, a good Chretian and vindictive, threatens, I understand, a reply te

Echo'd his footsteps, as with even tread He paced around his prison. Not to him Did Nature's fair varieties exist; He never saw the sun's delightful beams; Save when through yon high bars he pour'd a ssd And broken splendour. Dost thou ask bis crime? He had rebetl d against the King, and tat In judgment on him; for his ardent mind Shaped goodliest plans of happiness on earth. And peace and liberty. Wild dreams ! but suck As Plato loved; such as, with holy zeal. Our Milton worshipp'd Blessed hopes I awhile From man withheld, even to the latter days. When Christ shall come, and all things be fulfiu"d"J 4 [The following imitation of the Inscription on the to

glclde's Apartment, written by Mr. Canning, appeared in

"Anti-jacobin :" —
"Inscription for the Door of the Cell In Newgate, vkt-j
Mrs. Brownrigg, the 'Prentice-cide, was cot"
previous to her execution.
"For one long term, or ere her trial came,
Here Brownrigg linger'd. Often have these cells
Echo'd her blasphemies, as with shrill voice
She scream'd for fresh geneva. Not to her
Did the blithe fields of Tothlll. or thy street,
St Giles, its fair varieties expand;
Till at the last in slow-drawn cart she went
To execution. Dost thou ask her crime?
She uhipp'd two female 'prenticei to death.
And hid them in the coal-Mote. For her mind
Shaped strictest plans of discipline. Sage schemes I
Such as Lycurgu* taught, when at the shrine
Of the Orthyan goddess he bade flog
The little Spartans; such as erst chastised
Our Milton, when at college. For this act
Did Brownrigg swing. Harsh laws I But time shall era*'
When France snail feign, and laws be all rrpesl'd."]

this oar answer. It is to be hoped that his visionary faculties will in the mean time have acquired a little more judgment, properly so called: otherwise he trill get himself into new dilemmas. These apostate jacobins furnish rich rejoinders. Let him take a specimen. Mr. Southey laudeth grievously "one Mr. Landor," who cultivates much private renown in the shape of Latin verses; and not long ago, the poet laureate dedicated to him, it appcaretb, one of his fugitive lyrics, upon the strength of a poem called Gtbir. Who could suppose, that in this same Gebir the aforesaid Savage Landor I (for such is his grim cognomen) putteth into the Infernal regions no less a person than the hero of his friend Mr. Southey's heaven,—yea, even George the Third! See also how personal Savage becometh, when he hath a mind. The following is his portrait of our late gracious sovereign: —

(Prince Gebir baring descended into the infernal regions, the thades of his royal ancestors are, at his request, called up to his view ; and be exclaims to bis ghostly guide) —

"Aroar, what wretch that nearest us ? what wretch

Is that with eyebrows white and slanting brow?

Listen! him yonder, who, bound down supine.

Shrinks yelling from that sword there, engine-hung.

He too amongst my ancestors 1 I hate

The despot, but the dastard I despise.

Was be our countryman?"

"Alas, O king! Iberia bore him, but the breed accurst Inclement winds blew blighting from north-east." '* He was a warrior then, nor fear'd the gods?" "Gebir, he fear'd the demons, not the gods. Though them indeed his dally face adored; And was no warrior, yet the thousand lives Sqyander'd, as stones to exercise a sling. And the tame cruelty and cold caprice — Oh madness of mankind ! address'd, adored 1"

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Siivr Perm sat by the celestial gate:
His keys were rusty, and the lock was dull,

So little trouble had been given of late;
Not that the place by any means was full,

But since the Gallic era " eighty-eight"
The devils had ta'en a longer, stronger pull,

And " a pull altogether," as they say

At sea—which drew most souls another way.


The angels all were singing out of tune,
And hoarse with having little else to do,

Excepting to wind up the sun and moon,
Or curb a runaway young star or two,

1 [Walter Savage Landor, Esq., author of " Count Julian, a tragedy"—14 Imaginary Conversations," in three series — *toA various other works, was an early friend of Mr. Southey, pi difference of politics had never disturbed their perm nal flings towards each other. Mr. Landor had long resided in Italy.]

! [George III. died the S9th of January, 1820, — a year in

Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon

Broke out of bounds o'er the ethereal blue,
Splitting some planet with its playful tail.
As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.


The guardian seraphs had retired on high,
Finding their charges past all care below;

Terrestrial business flll'd nought in the sky
Save the recording angel's black bureau;

Who found, indeed, the facts to multiply
With such rapidity of vice and wo,

That he had stripp'd off both his wings in quills,

And yet was in arrear of human ills.


His business so augmented of late years,

That he was forced, against his will no doubt,

(Justlike those cherubs, earthly ministers,)
For some resource to turn himself about,

And claim the help of bis celestial peers,
To aid him ere he should be quite worn out,

By the increased demand for his remarks:

Six angels and twelve saints were named his clerks.

This was a handsome board—at least for heaven;

And yet they had even then enough to do,
So many conquerors' cars were daily driven,

So many kingdoms fitted up anew;
Each day too slew its thousands six or seven,

Till at the crowning carnage, Waterloo,
They threw their pens down in divine disgust—
The page was so besmear'd with blood and dust.


This by the way;'t is not mine to record

What angels shrink from: even the very devil

On this occasion his own work abhorr'd,
So surfeited with the infernal revel:

Though he himself had sharpen'd every sword,
It almost quench'd his innate thirst of evil.

(Here Satan's sole good work deserves insertion —

'Tls, that he has both generals in reversion.)


Let's skip a few short years of hollow peace,
Which peopled earth no better, hell as wont,

And heaven none—they form the tyrant's lease,
With nothing but new names subscribed upon't:

'Twill one day finish: meantime they Increase, "With seven heads and ten horns," and all in front,

Like Saint John's foretold beast; but ours are born

Less formidable in the head than horn.


In the first year of freedom's second dawn 2

Died George the Third 3; although no tyrant, one

Who shielded tyrants, till each sense withdrawn
Left him nor mental nor external sun:

A better farmer ne'er brush'd dew from lawn,
A worse king never left a realm undone I

He died—but left his subjects still behind,

One half as mad—and't other no less blind.

which the revolutionary spirit broke out all over the south of Europe.]

'[Here, perhaps, the reader will thank us for transcribing a few of Mr. Southey's hexameters: —

"Pensive, though not in thought, I stood at the window, beholding lin, and lake, and vale; the valley disrobed of iu verdure;

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Form'd a sepulchral melodrame. Of all

The fools who flock'd to swell or see the show,

Who cared about the corpse? The funeral

Made the attraction, and the black the woe. [pall;

There throbb'd not there a thought which pierced the And when the gorgeous coffin was laid low,

It scem'd the mockery of hell to fold

The rottenness of eighty years in gold. 1


So mix his body with the dust I It might
Return to what it must far sooner, were

The natural compound left alone to fight
Its way back into earth, and fire, and air;

But the unnatural balsams merely blight
What nature made him at his birth, as bare

As the mere million's base unmummled clay —

Tet all his spices but prolong decay.


He's dead — and upper earth with him has done;

He's buried; save the undertaker's bill,
Or lapidary scrawl, the world Is gone

For him, unless he left a German will;
But where's the proctor who will ask his son?

In whom his qualities are reigning still,
Except that household virtue, most uncommon,
Of constancy to a bad, ugly woman.


"God save the king I" It is a large economy
In God to save the like; but if he will

Be saving, all the better; for not one am I
Of those who think damnation better still:

I hardly know too if not quite alone am I
In this small hope of bettering future ill

By circumscribing, with some slight restriction,

The eternity of hell's hot jurisdiction.


I know this is unpopular; I know •
'T is blasphemous; I know one may be damn'd

For hoping no one else may e'er be so;

I know my catechism j I know we are cramm'd

Thai at I stood, the hell, which awhile from iu warning had rested.
Sent forth lu note again, Tom. '. Toll I through the alienee of evening.
T Is a deep dull sound, that !■ heavy and mournful at all timet,
Per it tell* of mortality always. But heavier this day
Fell an the conscious ear iu deeper and tnournfuller Import.
Yea, m the heart It sunk ; for this was the day when the herald,
Breaking his wand, should proclaim, that ueorge our King was de-

Thou art released 1 I cried: thy soul Is deiieef d from bondage!
Thou, who hast lain so long in mental and visual darkness.
Thou art In yonder heaven t thy place is In light and In glory.

Come, and behold 1 - methought a startling voice from the twilight
Answer*d; and therewithal I felt a stroke as of lightning.
With a sound like the rushing of winds, or the roaring of waters.
If from without It came, I knew not, so sudden the selture;
Or If the brain Itself In that strong flash had expended
All its electric stores- Of strength and of thought it bereft me;
Hearing, and tight, and sense were gone."

flouTHsrt's rititm iff Judginni.] I [ '"So by the unseen enraforted, raised I my head in obedience. And In a vault 1 found myself placed, srch*d over on alt sides. >arrow and low was that house of the dead. Around It were coffins.

With the best doctrines till we quite o'erflow;

I know that all save England's church have shamra'd, And that the other twice two hundred churches And synagogues have made a damn'd bad purchase.


God help us all! God help me too 1 I am,
God knows, as helpless as the devil can wish.

And not a whit more difficult to damn.
Than Is to bring to land a late-hook'd fish,

Or to the butcher to purvey the lamb;
Not that I'm fit for such a noble dish,

As one day will be that immortal fry

Of almost every body born to die.


Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate,

And nodded o'er his keys; when, lo! there came A wondrous noise he had not heard of late—

A rushing sound of wind, and stream, and Same; In short, a roar of things extremely great,

Which would have made aught save a saint exclaim; But he, with first a start and then a wink. Said, " There's another star gone out, I think I"


But ere he could return to his repose,

A cherub flapp'd his right wing o'er his eyes —

At which Saint Peter yawn'd, and rubb'd his nose:

"Saint porter," said the angel, " prithee rise!" Waving a goodly wing, which glow'd, as glows

An earthly peacock's tail, with heavenly dyes; To which the saint replied, " Well, what's the matter! Is Lucifer come back with all this clatter?"


"No," quoth the cherub; "George the 1111111 is dead."* [iptstkv

"And who is George the Third?" replied tte "What George? uhat Third?" "The kins o( England," said

The angel. "Well! he won't find kings to jostle Him on bis way; but does he wear his head?

Because the last we saw^iere had a tustle, And ne'er would have got into heaven's good graces. Had he not flung his head in all our faces.


"He was, if I remember, king of France;3
That head of his, which could not keep a cTOsrn

On earth, yet ventured in my face to advance
A claim to those of martyrs—like my own:

If I had had my sword, as I had once
When I cut ears off, I had cut him down j

But having but my keys, and not my brand,

I only knock'd his head from out his hand.

Each in lu niche, and palls, and urns, and funeral --s: •
Velvets of Tyrian dye, retaining their hues unfaded;
Blaronrv vivid still, as if fresh from the touch of the Lrtnsrt:
Nor was the golden fringe, nor the golden tn-nidery. larrisbu.
Wbence came the light whereby that place of death ,— *
For there was no lamp," dee. — Botrrarsnr.}
4 [" O'er the adamantine rates an angel stood ess the sum

Ho! he eaclalm'd, King Gees-ge of England coroeth tojws,——
Hear heaven! Ye Angels- hear! Souls of the Good and Use VI > *"
Whom it concerns, attend ! Thou Hell, bring; forth his seres—
As the sonorous summons was utter*d, the W utds, sh» were
Bore it abroad thro' Heaven ; and Hell, in her rwthennosl re
Heard and obey'd in dismay.

A mulomdinoat army

Came at the awful call. In semicircle Inclining,
Tier over tier they took their pi.tee aloft, ha the distance.^
Far as the sight could pieree. that glorious company gusto.'.!.
From the skirts of the shining assembly, a slippery Tspoar
Rose In the bine serene, and moving onward It deepen 'd.
Taking a denser form." — li<d )

5 [Louis XVI., gulUoUned In January, I79S0


■' And then he set up such a headless howl.
That all the saints came out and took him in;

And there he sits by St Paul, cheek by jowl;
That fellow Paul—the parvenu! The skin

Of Saint Bartholomew, which makes his cowl
In heaven, and upon earth redeem'd his sin,

So as to make a martyr, never sped

Better than did this weak and wooden head.


"But had it come up here upon its shoulders,
There would have been a different tale to tell:

The fellow-feeling in the saints beholden
Seems to have acted on them like a spell;

And so this very foolish head heaven solders
Back on its trunk: it may be very well,

And seems the custom here to overthrow

Whatever has been wisely done below."


The angel answer'd, " Peter! do not pout:
The king who comes has head and all entire,

And never knew much what it was about—
He did as doth the puppet—by its wire,

And will be judged like all the rest, no doubt:
My business and your own is not to Inquire

Into such matters, but to mind our cue —

Which is to act as we are bid to da"


While thus they spake, the angelic caravan,

Arriving like a rush of mighty wind, Cleaving the fields of space, as doth the swan

Some silver stream (say Ganges, Nile, or Inde,
Or Thames, or Tweed), and 'midst them an old man

With an old soul, and both extremely blind,
Baited before the gate, and in his shroud
Stated their fellow-traveller on a cloud. I


But bringing up the rear of this bright host

A Spirit of a different aspect waved
His wings, like thunder-clouds above some coast

Whose barren beach with frequent wrecks is paved; His brow was like the deep when tempest-toss'd;

Fierce and unfathomable thoughts engraved
Eternal wrath on his immortal face,
And tr/We he gazed a gloom pervaded space.


As he drew near, he gazed upon the gate
Ne'er to be enter'd more by him or Sin,

1 I" Thai I beheld the King. From I cloud which core?A the psvernent
Hit reverend form uprose: heavenward hit face waa directed, [tended.
Heavenward his eyet were railed, and heavenward hi. arma were ex*
PitsenUv one apnroach'd to erect him with Joyful obetsance;
He of whom, in an hoar of woe. the ejeajaln bereaved tu
When hi. counsels mM, and hi* resolute virtue, were needed, 'me ?
Then! said the Monarch, here? Thou, PaJtcavai., tummon'd before
Then, ai hit wahen'd mind to the weal of the country reverted.
What of he. Son, heatk'd. what coucae by the Prince had beenfullow'd?
Right In htt Father'! steps hath the Recent trod, waa the aniwer:
Firm hath he proved and wise, at a Ume when weakness or error
Would have tuna at In thame, and to nun have hurled ua headlong—
Peace It obtain"d then at latl, with aafetj and honour! the .Monarch
Cried, and he claap'd hie handt,— 1 thank thee, O merciful Father ! —
Peace hath been won bv Ihe eword, the faithful miiutier antwer'd.
Parbbjih,'* etc — Sovrnir.j

'fSee Captain Sir Edward Parry's Voyage, in 1819-20, for the Discovery of a North-west piusage. —" I believe it Is '"most impossible for words to give an Idea of the beauty and variety which this magnificent phenomenon displayed. The lurronorts arch had broken Into irregular masses, streaming with much rapidity In different directions varying continually Id shape and interest, and extending themselves from north, the east, to north. At one time a part of the arch near the math was bent into convolutions resembling those of a snake

With such a glance of supernatural hate,
As made Saint Peter wish himself within;

He patter'd with his keys at a great rate.
And sweated through his apostolic skin:

Of course his perspiration was but ichor,

Or some such other spiritual liquor.


The very cherubs huddled all together,

Like birds when soars the falcon ; and they felt

A tingling to the tip of every feather,

And form'd a circle like Orion's belt [whither

Around their poor old charge; who scarce knew His guards had led him, though they gently dealt

With royal manes (for by many stories,

And true, we learn the angels all are Tories).


As things were In this posture, the gate flew
Asunder, and the flashing of its hinges

Flung over space an universal hue

Of many-colour'd flame, until its tinges

Reach'd even our speck of earth, and made a new
Aurora borealls spread its fringes

O'er the North Pole; the same seen, when ice-bound,

By Captain Parry's crew, in " Melville's Sound."*


And from the gate thrown open Issued beaming
A beautiful and mighty Thing of Light,1

Radiant with glory, like a banner streaming
Victorious from some world-o'erthrowing fight:

My poor comparisons must needs be teeming
With earthly likenesses, for here the night

Of clay obscures our best conceptions, saving

Johanna Southcote or Bob Southey raving.


'T was the archangel Michael: all men know
The make of angels and archangels, since

There's scarce a scribbler has not one to show.
From the fiends' leader to the angels' prince;

There also are some altar-pieces, though
I really can't say that they much evince

One's Inner notions of Immortal spirits;

But let the connoisseurs explain their merits.


Michael flew forth in glory and in good;

A goodly work of him from whom all glory And good arise; the portal past—he stood;

Before him the young cherubs and saints hoary —

in motion, and undulating rapidly, an appearance which we had not before observed. The end towards the north was also bent like a shepherd's crook. The usual pale light of the aurora strongly resembled that produced by the combustion of phosphorus; a very slight tinge of red was noticed on this occasion, when the aurora was most vivid, but no other colours were visible." P. 135.]

3 [" That as he spake, mwhoupht the surrounding space dilated;
Over head 1 beheld the Infinite ether; beneath ut
Lav the solid expanse of the firmament spread like a pavement i
Wheresoever 1 look'd, there waa light and glory around me;
Brightest It seem'ri in the East, where the New Jcnjaoleni glitterM.
Eminent on a hill, there stood the Celestial City;
Beaming afar it shone; its towers and cupolas rising
High in the air serene, with the brightness of gold In the furnace,
Where on their breadth the splendour lay Intense and uuieecent;
Part with a fierier glow, and a short quick tremulous motion,
Like the burning psropus; and turrets and pinnacles sparkled.
Plating in jets of light, with a diamond-like -'
Ih-awlng near, 1 beheld what over the
This la the Gate," etc Southst.]

4 [Johanna Southcote, the aged lunatic, who fancied herself, and was believed by many thousand followers, to be with child of a new Messiah, died in 1815. There Is a full account of her in the Quarterly iteview, vol. xxiv. p. 196.] - L 1 3

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