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“ For everything there is at sixes and se- musically to the breeze. Even Capvens,

tain Switchem, when he came on deck, 'Case this is the washing-day;

seemed highly gratified at the liberal The spalpeens are squalling, your mother is

manner in which his orders had been bawling,

executed ; and the weather continuing And tugging and rubbing away." “ Och !” cries I in anger, 'tween cowld and

steady and agreeable, the remainder of sheer hunger,

the day was employed in giving a tho“ Bad luck to the washing-day! rough serubbing and fresh arrangeDirraloo, gragh! (Follows a dying howl.) ment to the movables of both decks. “ Devil fly with the wash-tub away !" This important business having been

In this noisy, yet enlivening man. also accomplished, and the lower deck ner, were all hands so busily employ. ventilated and allowed to dry, the ed during most part of the night, that clothes and hammocks were piped the returning dawn beheld his Majes down and stowed away, the topsails ty's sloop, the Tottumfog, jogging ea- fresh reefed, and the vessel made othersily along like a moving slop-shop at wise snug for the night--and the watch Rag-Fair -- shirts, frocks, trowsers, being at last called, our hero and his blankets, bags, and hammocks, in every watchmates betook themselves gladly possible variety of repair and colour, to repose, twittering from every part of her most

ODOHERTY ON DON JUAN, CANTOS IX. X. XI.

Dear North,-I have a great re- ver can be forgotten ; these are your spect both for old Tickler and your true and your most honourable triself, but now and then you both dis- umphs. Do not, I beseech you, allow quiet me with little occasional bits of your claim to this noble distinction to lapses into the crying sin of the age be called in question. Do not let it be humbug! What could possess him to said, that even in one instance you write, and you to publish, that absurd have suffered any prejudices whatever, critique-if indeed it be worthy of no matter on what proper feelings they any such name-upon the penult batch may have been bottomed, to interfere of Don Juan ? The ancient scribe with your candour as a judge of intelmust have read those cantos when he lectual exertion.-Distinguish as you was crop-sick, and had snapped his fid- please : brand with the mark of your dle-string. You must never have read indignation whatever offends your teelthem at all.

ings, moral, political, or religious Call things wicked, base, vile, ob but “nothing extenuate.” If you menscene, blasphemous; run your tackle to tion a book at all, say what it really is. its last inch upon these scores, but Blame Don Juan ; blame Faublas; never say that they are stupid when blame Candide; but blame them for they are not. I cannot suffer this sort what really is deserving of blame. of cant from you. Leave it to Words Stick to your own good old rule abuse worth to call Voltaire " a dull scoffer.” Wickedness, but acknowledge Wit. Leave it to the British Review to talk of In regard to such a man as Byron, “the dotage” of Lord Byron. Depend this, it must be evident, is absolutely upon it, your chief claim to merit as a necessary—that is, if you really wish, critic has always been your justice to which you have always said you do, to INTELLECT. I cannot bear to see you be of any use to him. Good heavens ! parting with a slıred of this high re- Do you imagine that people will beputation. It was you “ that first prai- lieve three cantos of Don Juan to be sed Shelley as he deserved to be prai- unredeemedly and uniformly DULL, sed.” Mr Tickler himself said so in merely upon your saying so, without his last admirable letter to you. It was proving what you say by quotation? in your pages that justice was first No such things need be expected by done to Lamband to Coleridge-great- you, North, far less by any of your est of all, it was through and by you coadjutors. that the public opinion was first turned I maintain, and have always mainin regard to the poetry of Wordsworth tained, that Don Juan is, without exbimself. These are things which ne- ception, the first of Lord Byron's works. It is by far the most origi- not become a man of Byron's genius to nal in point of conception. It is deci- try to make his age retrograde in anydedly original in point of tone, (for to thing, least of all in such things as talk of the tone of Berni, &c. being in these. Ile also has acted most unwisethe least like this, is pitiable stuff: ly and imprudently in regard to himAny old Italian of the 15th or 16th self. By offending the feelings of his century write in the same tone with age, in regard to points of this nature, Lord Byron! Stuff! stuff!7-It con- he has undone himself as a popular tains the finest specimens of serious writer.— I don't mean to say that he poetry he has ever written; and it con- has done so for ever-Mercy and Retains the finest specimens of ludicrous pentance forbid! but he has done poetry that our age has witnessed. So most effectually for the present. Frere may have written the stanza People make excuses for Fielding earlier ; he may have written it more and Voltaire, because they don't know carefully, more musically if you will; in how far these men may have been but what is he to Byron ? Where is the acted upon by circumstances: but sweep, the pith, the soaring pinion, people will not make such excuses the lavish luxury, of genius revelling for Lord Byron, because they know, in strength ? No, sir; Don Juan, say we all know, that he was educated the canting world what it will, is desa among the same sort of people as tined to hold a permanent rank in the ourselves, that he must know and feel literature of our country. It will al- the same things to be wrong which his ways be referred to as furnishing the neighbours know and feel to be so. He, most powerful picture of that vein of therefore, is no longer a popular authought, (no matter how false and thor. But,-and here I come back to bad,) which distinguishes a great my question—Is he no longer a great portion of the thinking people of our author? Has his genius deserted him time. You and I disagree with”them along with his prudence? Is his Hip-We do not think so; we apprehend pocrene lazy as well as impure? Has that to think so, is to think greenly, he ceased, in other words, to be Byrashly, and wickedly; but who can ron, or is he only Byron playing mad deny, that many, many thousands, do tricks? think so? Who can deny, that that is The latter is my opinion, and I provaluable in a certain way which paints pose to convince you, in case you are the prevailing sentiment of a large pro not already of the same mind, by quoportion of the people of any given age ting a few passages from the other three in the world? Or, who, that admits cantos that have just appeared-and these things, can honestly hesitate to which I humbly conceive to be the admit that Don Juan is a great work very best, in so far as talent is con- work that must last? I cannot. cerned, of all that have as yet come

And, after all, say the worst of Don forth. I desire you to match me, if you Juan, that can with fairness be said of can, the things I shall extract from this it, what does the thing amount to? dull work. I should be glad to know Is it more obscene than Tom Jones? where you can shew me anything bet-Is it more blasphemous than Vol. ter than this. Read it as I send it to taire's novels? In point of fact, it is not you. I have scored out abundantly, within fifty miles of either of them: but I have added nothing; and I dety and as to obscenity, there is more of you to say the description is not adthat in the pious' Richardson's pious mirable, or to mention anybody, exPamela, than in all the novels and cept Byron, who could have penned poems that have been written since.

The whole that can with justice be “Suppose him then at Petersburgh ; supsaid of Byron, as to these two great mou, as inese 10 sred

pose charges, is, that he has practised in this That pleasant capital of painted Snows; age something of the licence of the age Suppose bim in an handsonje uniform; ot' our grandfathers. In doing so, he A scarlet coat, black facings, a long has acted egregiously amiss. The things

plume, were bad, nobody can doubt that, Waving, like sails r.ew shiver'd in a storm, and we had got rid of them; and it did Over a cock'd hat in a crowded room,

• We mention MR ODOHERTY for one.-C. N.

koi.t

And brilliant breeches, bright as a Cairn And still more in his eye, which seem'd Gorme,

to express, Of yellow casimire we may presume," That though he looked one of the SeraWhite stockings drawn uncurdled as new

| phim, milk

There lurk'd a Man beneath the SpiO'er limbs whose symmetry set off the

rit's dress. silk;

Besides, the Empress sometimes liked a

boy, " Suppose him sword by side, and hat in And had just buried the fair-faced Lans

band, Made up by Youth, Fame, and an Army tailor

“ An English lady ask'd of an Italian, That great Enchanter, at whose rod's What were the actual and official duties command

Of the strange thing, some Women set a Beauty springs forth, and Nature's self

value on, turns paler,

Which hovers oft about some married Seeing how Art can make her work more

Beauties, grand,

Call'd' Cavalier Servente?' a Pygmalion (When she don't pin men's limbs in Whose statues warm (I fear, alas ! too like a jailor),

true 'tis) Behold him placed as if upon a pillar! Beneath his Art. The dame, press'd to He

disclose them, Seems Love turn'd a Lieutenant of Ar. Said— Lady, I beseech you to suppose tillery!

them.'

“ His Bandage slipped down into a cra

vāt;
His Wings subdued to epaulettes; his

Quiver
Shrunk to a scabbard, with his arrows at
His side as a small sword, but sharp as

ever;
His Bow converted into a cocked bat;
But still so like, that Psyche were more

clever Than some wives (who make blunders

no less stupid) If She had not mistaken him for Cupid.

“ The courtiers stared, the ladies whis

per'd, and The Empress smiled; the reigning fa

reigning tän vourite frown'dI quite forget which of them was in hand Just then, as they are rather numerous

found, Who took by turns that difficult command Since first her Majesty was singly

crown'd: But they were mostly nervous six-foot

fellows, All fit to make a Patagonian jealous,

“And thus I supplicate your supposition, And mildest, Matron-like interpreta

tion Of the Imperial Favourite's Condition. 'Twas a high place, the highest in the

nation, In fact, if not in rank; and the suspicion

Of any one's attaining to his station, No doubt gave pain, where each new pair

of shoulders, If rather broad, made stocks rise and their

holders. “ Jaan, I said, was a most beauteous Boy, And had retain'd his boyish look be

yond The usual hirsute seasons which destroy, With beards and whiskers and the like,

the fond Parisian aspect which upset old Troy And founded Doctor's Commons :-I

have conn'd The history of divorces, which, though

chequer'd, Calls Ilion's the first damages on record. “ And Catherine, who loved all things

(save her lord, Who was gone to his place) and pass'd

for much, Admiring those (by dainty dames abhorr’d)

Gigantic Gentlemen, yet had a touch Of Sentiment; and he She most adored Was the lamented Lanskoi, who was

such

“ Juan was none of these, but slight and

slim, Blushing and beardless; and yet ne'er

theless There was a something in his turn of

limb,

. We do not believe anything about Leigh Hunt's having interpolated Don Juan; yet candour must admit, that the mention of the yellow breeches here is startling.

Our own opinion is, that Byron put them in as a quizz upon the Cockney, just to see what he would swallow.-C.N.

"He was the 'grande passion' of the grande Catherine;-sce her Lives, under the head of · Lant

skoi.'»

pace,

A lover as had cost her many a tear, But when on the Lieutenant at her feet And yet but made a middling grenadier. Her Majesty, who liked to gaze on

youth “ Catherine, I say, was very glad to see Almost as much as on a new dispatch, The handsome herald, on whose plu- Glanced mildly, all the world was on the mage sat

watch. Victory; and, pausing as she saw him kneel

“ Her Majesty look'd down, the Youth With his dispatch, forgot to break the seal. look'd up

And so they fell in love ;-She with “ Then recollecting the whole Empress, his face, nor

His grace, his God-knows-what: for CuForgetting quite the woman (which pid's cup composed

With the first draught intoxicates aAt least three parts of this great whole) she tore

A quintessential laudanum or • black The letter open with an air which posed drop, The Court, that watch'd each look her which makes one drunk at once, withvisage wore,

out the base Until a royal smile at length disclosed Expedient of full bumpers; for the eye Fair weather for the day. Though rather In love drinks all life's fountains (save spacious,

tears) dry. Her face was noble, her eyes fine, mouth gracious.

“ He, on the other hand, if not in love,

Fell into that no less imperious passion, “ Great joy was hers, or rather joys; the Self-love-which, when some sort of Thing first

above Was a ta'en city, thirty thousand slain. Ourselves, a singer, dancer, much in Glory and triumph o'er her aspect burst, fashion,

As an East Indian Sunrise on the main. Or dutchess, princess, Empress, . deigns These quench'd a moment her Ambition's to prove thirst

('Tis Pope's phrase) a great longing, . So Arab Deserts drink in Summer's

though a rash one, rain :

For one especial person out of many, In vain !-As fall the dews on quench- Makes us believe ourselves as good as

less sands, Blood only serves to wash Ambition's hands!

The following is part of an apostrophe

to Mr Francisculus Jeffrey, whose pro« Her next amusement was more fanci- sing Review of April was a year, his ful;

Lordship really seems to have been a She smiled at mad Suwarrow's rhymes, little touched by.

who threw Into a Russian couplet rather dull “ The lawyer and the critic but behold The whole gazette of thousands whom The baser sides of literature and life, he slew.

And nought remains unseen, but much Her third was feminine enough to annul untold, The shudder which runs naturally By those who scour those double vales through

of strife. Our veins, when things call's Sovereigns While common men grow ignorantly old, think it best

The lawyer's brief is like the surgeon's To kill, and Generals turn it into jest.

knife,

Dissecting the whole inside of a question, “ The two first feelings ran their course And with it all the process of digestion.

complete, And lighted first her eye and then her "A legal broom's a moral chimneymouth :

sweeper, The whole court look'd immediately most And that's the reason he himself's so sweet,

dirty; Like flowers well water'd after a long The endless soot bestows a tint far drouth:

deeper

any."

*"Query, suit? Printer's Devil."

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Than can be hid by altering his shirt; Unequal matches, such as are, alas ! he

A young Lieutenant's with a not old Retains the sable stains of the dark

Queeni, creeper,

But one who is not so youthful as she was At least some twenty-nine do out of In all the royalty of sweet seventeen. thirty,

Sovereigns may sway materials, but not In all their habits ;- not so you, I own;

matter, As Cæsar wore his robe you wear your AND WRINKLES, THE D- D DEMOCRATS, gown,"

WON'T FLATTER. What is the meaning of the compliment in the two last of these lines? " And Death, the sovereign's Sovereign, Jeffrey wears his gown as Julius did

though the great his robe! The only particular mention Gracchus of all mortality, who levels, that I remember of Cæsar's robe is,

of Copsar's robe is With his Agrarian laws, the high estate that he used it to cover his fall. In the

of him who feasts, and fights, and language of old Plutarch, “they sur

roars, and revels, rounded him in such a manner, that

To one small grass-grown patch (which whatever way he turned he saw no

must await

Corruption for its crop) with the poor thing but steel gleaming in his face,

devils and met nothing but wounds. Like some

Who never had a foot of land till now,-savage beast, attacked by the hunters,

ters, Death's a reformer, all men must allow. he found every hand lifted against him. Some say he opposed the rest, and con- " He lived (not Death, but Juan) in a tinued struggling and crying out, till

hurry he perceived the sword of Brutus ; but of waste, and haste, and glare, and that then he DREW HIS ROBE OVER HIS

gloss, and glitter, FACE, AND YIELDED TO HIS FATE.” In this gay clime of bear-skins black and (LANGHORNE's Plutarch, vol. v. p.

furry362.) What, then, is the meaning of Which (though I hate to say a thing Byron? Is it that so long as Jeffrey

that's bitter) was attacked by “ the rest of the criti. Peep out sometimes, when things are in cal hunters,” he continued struggling,

a flurry, but that when he saw the sword of the Through all the 'purple and fine linen,' god-like Brutus North, Esq., he yield

fitter ed to his fate, and drew his gown over For Babylon's than Russia's royal barhis face that is, gave up Blue and

lotYellow, and slunk into the mere Ad And neutralize her outward shew of Scarvocate! This, certainly, is the natural construction of the passage, and most true it certainly is, that, comparing

“ And this same state we won't describe : very great things to very small ones,

we would " as Julius wore bis robe, Jeff wears

Perhaps from hearsay, or from recolhis gown.”

lection ; The following account of Juan's life. But getting nigh grim Dante's ' obscure at Petersburgh, is, I think extremely

wood,'

That horrid Equinox, that hateful secgood :

tion “ About this time, as might have been of human years, that half-way house, that anticipated,

rude Seduced by youth and dangerous ex- Hut, whence wise travellers drive with amples,

circumspection Don Juan grew, I fear, a little dissipated; Life's sad post horses o'er the dreary Which is a sad thing, and not only ' frontier tramples

Of age, and looking back to youth, give On our fresh feelings, but as being par

one tear; ticipated With all kinds of incorrigible samples “I won't describe—that is, if I can help Of frail humanity-must make us selfish, Description; and I won't reflect-that And shut our souls up in us like a shell

is, fish.

If I can stave off thought, which—as a

whelp “ This we pass over. We will also pass Clings to its teat-sticks to me through The usual progress of intrigues between

the abyss 13

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