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“ A graver orator, Sir, would better be- Hart-rooted rancor, envy borne in hell, come so great an action, as to welcome our Did long in long antipathie detaine, great and most gratious soveraine; and a To either's ruine, as they both can tell, bashfull silence were a boye's best elo. Uniting them, thou hast enlarged thy quence. But seeing wee read, that in the throne, salutations of that Romane Cæsar, a sillie And maid devyded Albion all bee one." pye, amongst the rest, cried, Ave Cæsar, to: Pardon mee, Sir, your M. owne old
At Sanquhar, and Drumlanrig, his parret
, to put furth a few words, as witnes- Majesty was also greeted in Latin ses of the fervent affections of your most poems; and, returning by Dumfries faithfull subjects in these parts, who all by to his English dominions, Mr James my tongue, as birds of one cage, crye with Halyday, in the name of the town, mee, Ave Cæsar, Welcome most gratious scattered the flowers of rhetoric on the Kinge."
King's head, with a most lavish hand. When Master Williame had made To the “Muses Welcome to King an end of speaking, another good thou- James, on his return to Scotland,” are sand hexameters were produced in the appended the “Planctus, et Vota Mushape of a Carmen Panegyricum. sarum in Augustissimi Monarchæ Jan
At Hamilton, Sir William Mure, cobi, Magne Britanniæ, Franciæ, et younger of Rowallan, presented a copy Hiberniæ Regis, &c. Recessu è Scotia of English verses, which, in despite of in Angliam, Augusti 4, Anno 1617, their quaintness and classical afecta- Ως ευκόλως πιπίεσιν αι λαμπραι τυχοι ! tion, (which, it would appear, were Edinburgi, Excudebat Andreas Hart, characteristic of the times,) possess no Anno 1618.” It is a collection of Lamean degree of poetical merit. We tin poems, equally honourable to the quote the following stanzas as a speci- loyal feelings, and to the erudition of
our ancestors, but of which our limits * Great James, whose hand a thre-fold preclude us from exhibiting any spesæpter swayes,
cimen. By heavens exalted to so high a place, But we must make an end. What Both crown'd with gold and never-fading we have said and quoted is sufficient bayes,
to convince our cotemporaries, both Who keps three kingdoms in so still a
here and in Dublin, that it may be as peace ; Whose love, cair, wisdome, grace, and difficult to imitate the expressions of high deserts,
the loyalty of King James's time, as it Have maid thee monarch of thy subjects' was at the Coronation of George IV., harts.
to find patterns for the dresses of that “ Thogh thou by armes great empyrs age. may'st surprise,
When his Majesty visits Scotland, Mak Europe thrall, and over Asia reigne, we shall be quite content if the memoYet at thy feet, despysed, Bellona lyes : rials which will probably be compiled No crownes thou craves which bloody con. of the event, convey to posterity spe
queis stain. While others aim at greatness boght with the taste, and learning, not only of the
cimens, as honourable, of the genius, blood, Not to bee great thou stryves, bot to bee other civil citizens, as the curious and
universities, but of the merchants, and good. “ Whome snakie hatred, soul-conceiv'd amusing volume to which we have redisdaine,
REMARKS ON BISHOP CORBET'S POEMS.
We are really the only samples of wit agenary decay. 'Tis a foul aspersion : extant, since poor Sheridan departed, We have grown old and Canning's Hyppocrene's grown
" In jokes, not years, somewhat drowthy ; but mighty as our powers may be, we cannot pro
Piercing the depths of fun.” fess to keep the world laughing for If we be wrinkled, 'tis not from age, ever without some assistance. Our but risibility. There are two deep teeth have lost their original whiteness. trenches (almost) cut in our visage from being too much exposed from “from mouth to either ear,"all through over-grinning ; though some will have one simple gentleman—the King of the this to be the due consequences of sex- Cockneys; and the other inhabitants of that smoky land have all left their you, when we do give you, or any set marks in our features. We can stand of you, a box on the ear, to think noit no longer, for they grow more ridic thing of it. Suppose us over our third culous, and we more witty every day. bottle at Oman's, acting the editor over Therefore, we intend, for the future, his mahogany, argufying for the bare laughing by proxy; and if the gene life, (the more the nonsense, the greattle reader know of a wide-mouthed, er the spunk, as the Adjutant says,) shrewd, idle fellow of an acquaintance, and putting forth our gouty foot forelet him be shipped instantaneously in most to shew our magnanimity. the City of Edinburgh Steam-Boat, un- We are at this moment deeply ender cover, to Christopher North, Esq. gaged in a dispute, (we have in full He shall be grinner-general of Auld perfection that female faculty of wriReekie, and fugleman to the whole ting and speaking at the same time) world. For when Christopher or his about the superior intellectuality of the deputy laughs, who shall be grave ? profession. Our opponent waxes an
But seriously, the world is growing gry, (a general trick of our opponents) sery dull. There is not a joke stirring. and has fung at our head Burke's pica Even the two giant wits of the sister ture of Grenville, and his eulogium on isle, Norbury and O'Doherty, have be- bar-education. “ Bar that !” exclaim come chap-foundered. The Ensign has we. This was too much ;--the superlost all his powers, since he forswore excellent pun upset him, like a Conwhisky, and grew good. And his bro- greve rocket; and so pleased are we ther-wit has been taken with what the with the victory, and the instrument sages of Stephen's Green denominate of it, that we intend shipping a cargo the teasy weasy. The Irish bar has so of our worst and most spareable puns much changed for the worse, that on board the next whaler, that we may Charles Philipps himself has betaken vie with Sir William, and “ leap mast his youth and eloquence to Westmin- high” at contributing to the slaughter ster, and English jurors have been late- of the monsters of the deep. ly so bepreached out of bullism by But independent of this ruse, we had him, as to give upwards of sixpence da- the best of the argument. We mainmages for a broken head. To be sure, tained, that with respect to the subject the Templars plead very justly in de matter of study, the professions could fence of their dullness, that they laugh not be compared. As to heresies, what too much over Blackwood, and have so contemptible as Whiggism? With not leisure for original wit. They may many more sage proofs and vinous reamean this as a compliment, but we soning, till we came to issue upon wit don't take it as such. We reckon up- and humour, and the tendency of the on such ascendancy as a matter of different modes of life to produce it. course, and entreat our worthy young The advocate for the pre-eminence of friends, in return, not to be cast down medical wit overpowered us at first by the excellence of what they can ne- with a large catalogue of names we had ver come in competition with ; and never heard of-wicked wags of decaywarn them, what a reproach it is to be ed magazines and provincial towns, grave with such ridiculous personages cocked up before 'em, as Lawyer Scar
“ Now breaking a jest, and now setting a
bone." lett, and Attorney Brougham.
Physic is no better than law, and has He was marvellously obstreperous-we grown as stupid as an inauguration es- heard him out-and turned him out; say. From the top to the bottom of then fell to ourselves, tooth and nailthe profession—from Sir Henry Hal. surplice against long robe. We came ford, down to Gale Jones and Dr at last to something like a compromise, Drumgoole, it is stale, flat, unprof- allowing supereminence to the law in No; not always unprofitable. But for stray jests and Joe Millerisms, while, the church to acquiesce in the general in supporting a continuous and original torpor--the profession of Sterne and vein of humour, we maintained the Swift-it is a bad sign ;“ there's some- superiour vis comica of divinity, and thing rotten in the state of Denmark.” clinched our proof by an overwhelm
You know us, my worthy public, for ing lot of names, for any of which we a fellow of open arms. We love you all, were not much indebted to the present as in duty bound, by the laws of reci- age. Our divines, however learned, procal affection; and therefore beg of sage, and exemplary they may be, are VOL. X.
sadly deficient in fun, and have no the anachronisms of his biographers, longer the humour they used to have. the negligence of his editors, and the This change may be for the better, we malice of his enemies; and thrown hope so, considering it was ourselves that light upon his real charaeter, of who had the chief hand in producing which he has been so long and so unit. We have out-witted the whole justly deprived. Mr Octavius Gilworld, and there is no use in attempt. christ, who last edited this reverend ing humour, if it be not equal to Black- poetbut we must not weigh down wood, which is “a moral impossible." our buoyant publication with squabbles Therefore we are not surprised at the about editors and editions. To mal clerics having degenerated in this qua- a long story short, Dr Corbet, afterlity from their predecessors, and we wards Bishop of Norwich, was present fear there is no hope of seeing a hu- in Windsor, not at a coronation feast, morous account of the coronation feast but something very like it, seemingly issue from the bench of Bishops. It an installation of the Garter, about was otherwise of old, as thou shalt two hundred years ago, and has left a know, my public, when you come to humorous account of it in a poetic
epistle to the Lord Mordaunt. Our We trust, that we have thus far sa- readers may judge for themselves, what tisfactorily illustrated the genius and little alteration two centuries have writings of Bishop Corbet,--proved made in royal feasts and beef-eaters.
« To this good sport rode I, as being allow'd
To thrust, and to be trode on by my place."
“ Imagine now the scene lies in the Hall,
Wherefore on run I, afresh they fall, and show
And now I breathe, my lord, and have the time
'em reasons for it, this was all:
“ But as it stands, the persons and the cause
A man thrust forth, and a gay cloak let in.'" The author of “ The Specimens of British Poets," has summarily given the merits of this author, saying merely, “ that he has left some good strokes of humour against the Puritans.” In our opinion, the only bad things he has left, are those little ballads against the Puritans; the wittiest of his poems, his Journey to France, quoted by that author of the Specimen, is a satire on the Roman Cathohcs, which, as it has appeared there,'we need not give. The “ Iter Boreale” abounds in humour. Inns, hosts, and hostess, have always been fruitful sources of merriment to travelling wits.
“ To the inn we came, where our best cheer
Brought us six miles, and turn'd tail to Nun-Eaton." He proceeds to Warwick, apropos to which reverend place, we may make mention of sundry complaints received by us from thence, of some cockneys, who visited it about two months ago in a one-horse chay, and spoiled the trees in the greenery, by engraving on them Arry and Mariar, and plucking laurels, for what end we dare not conjecture. But to our Bishop.
“ No other hindrance now, but we may pass
• Bosworth Field.