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LXXVIII. “Let the horsemen's scymitars Wheel and flash, like sphereless stars Thirsting to eclipse their burning In a sea of death and mourning.
LXXIX. “Stand ye calm and resolute, Like a forest close and mute, With folded arms and looks which are Weapons of unvanquished war;
LXXXII. “ The old laws of England—they Whose reverend heads with age are grey, Children of a wiser day; And whose solemn voice must be Thine own echo-Liberty !
“And the bold, true warriors
xc. “And these words shall then become Like oppression's thundered doom Ringing through each heart and brain, Heard again-again-again
PETER BELL THE THIRD.'
MICHING MALLECHO, ESQ.
Peter Bell, by W. WORDSWORTH.
Allow me to request you to introduce Mr. Peter Bell to the respectable family of the Fudges; although he may fall short of those very considerable personages in the more
Wordsworth's Peter Bell having been announced, John Hamilton Reynolds forestalled its appearance by issuing Peter Beil, a Lyrical Ballad, a very witty satire upon Wordsworth. Keats reviewed his friend's pamphlet in The Examiner. Shelley's amusement at the episode ran so high that he wrote a third Peter Bell, also satirizing Wordsworth, but not very successfully. Moore's books, The Twopenny Postbag and The Fudge Family, issued under the pen-name of “ Thomas Brown the Younger,” were once popular, though probably not much read now. It has been suggested that the initials “H.F.” affixed by Shelley to the name of the dedicatee mean “Historian of the Fudges.”—ED.
active properties which characterize the Rat and the Apostate, I suspect that even you, their historian, will confess that he surpasses them in the more peculiarly legitimate qualification of intolerable dulness.
You know Mr. Examiner Hunt; well-it was he who presented me to two of the Mr. Bells. My intimacy with the younger Mr. Bell naturally sprung from this introduction to his brothers. And in presenting him to you, I have the satisfaction of being able to assure you that he is considerably the dullest of the three.
There is this particular advantage in an acquaintance with any one of the Peter Bells, that if you know one Peter Bell, you know three Peter Bells; they are not one, but three; not three, but one. An awful mystery, which, after having caused torrents of blood, and having been hymned by groans enough to deafen the music of the spheres, is at length illustrated to the satisfaction of all parties in the theological world, by the nature of Mr. Peter Bell.
Peter is a polyhedric Peter, or a Peter with many sides. He changes colours like a camelion, and his coat like a snake. He is a Proteus of a Peter. He was at first sublime, pathetic, impressive, profound; then dull; then prosy and dull; and now dull--O, so very dull! it is an ultra-legitimate dulness.
You will perceive that it is not necessary to consider Hell and the Devil as supernatural machinery. The whole scene of my epic is in “this world which is "--so Peter informed us before his conversion to White Obi
- The world of all of us, and where We find our happiness, or not at all.