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by Mr Finden, a young and promising of our nature—have been stained and artist ; and then, apropos of Mr Fin- sullied by crimes the most atrocious, den, an asterisk directs to a note, in by sensualities the most grovelling. which we are informed, that “his en- Why did the reviewer choose such a gravings of Captain Batty's Welch time for such an observation ? Moore, scenery are beautiful specimens of whose book he was reviewing, was an this branch of the art.” How natu- accomplished scholar, a man" initiated rally a puff on Welch scenery comes early, and imbued deeply, in the manin, in a disquisition on a journey to the liness and taste of Grecian literature.” Polar Sea! But the whole is explain- Yet he was a whig, and an outcast; a ed when we learn that Batty, a very man obliged to fly for having robbed worthy fellow, is the reviewer's son- his patron Earl Grosvenor to an imin-law, and that his book does not mense amount-a mere model of pesell so well as it ought! There are culation and ingratitude. No, sir, tricks in a' trades, Mr North. To there is another book, which alone crown the whole, Murray is about truly sooths, purifies, and exalts—a bringing out another edition of Frank- book that bids us “ Fear God, and holin, to be ornamented not by etchings nour the King,” but that, to Mr Moore's -not by line-engravings—not by Mr party, is a sealed volume. Without a Finden-but by those very “greasy knowledge of its contents, the most indaubs of lithography” which are scorn- timate acquaintance with the glory and ed by his reviewer, and used as a peg grandeur of the all but divine poets of to hang a note-puffatory upon. Greece, will avail nothing to the puri
Moore's (not Tom, but Abraham) fication of soul. Moore's Pindar is the subject of the The eighth article, on the Navigation next paper. As I have neither origi- Laws-I feel I am not equal to the nal nor translation by me here in this subject. It will require a separate and rustic sojourn, I cannot give an opinion well-thought-on paper, not such light on the merits of the critique. It ap- sketches as I am here throwing off I pears too verbal, too fond of cavilling participate in the fears of the reviewer, at words, and carping at trifles; but it that we are letting theory go too far. is a most readable article. Moore had I tremble at meddling with the insticertainly (I judge by the specimens tutions of our ancestors, even though here given) a fine ear for versification, I have Mr Ricardo's assertion that he and I have no doubt but that the book is a wiser man than any of them. Above is an accession to our literature. What all, I dread tampering with our right could have possessed the reviewer to arm of strength, the navy. Woe conclude his review of the work of to us when we lose the watery wall ! such a man by such a piece of classi- Under the old Navigation Laws were cal cant as he does. There is no man fostered Russels, and Boscawens, and more truly devoted to classical litera- Rodneys, and St Vincents, and Dunture than I am---nobody more willing cans, and the mighty glories of Nelto pay knee tribute to the glorious old son—I will not say that it was altowriters of Greece-nobody moru ready gether in consequence of these lawsto defend against the mean and gro- but if it were, then those who have al. velling shopkeeping spirit of innova- tered them have undertaken a fearful tion the grand institutions for the responsibility. But I own I am not education of the flower of England's competent to the consideration. I leave youth--but as I hate cant in religion it to abler hands, contenting myself --cant in politics--cant in criticism, with expressing my huinble, but earcant in tasteso do I detest cant in nest hopes, that the fine-drawn specuthese subjects too. Homer and Pin- lations of theorists, will not be allowed dar, great and sublime as they are, do to trifle with what Sir Walter Scott not of themselves" sooth, purify, or emphatically and most truly calls, the exalt" the human heart. The might- sheet anchor of the empire, the Briiest scholars-alas ! for the obliquities tish Navy."*
Persons who are taken to see the very ingenious lithographic department of the Admiralty, are generally required to write a few words to be thrown off, in order to ex. hibit the process. Wben Sir Walter visited it, he wrote the above. The stone is still carefully preserved.
The ninth and tenth articles I have fear of contradiction. Do not we all already noticed, and, for the present, I remember the time when the Whigs pass the eleventh, in order to consider had everything their own way; when it in connexion with the last. The a man hardly dared avow himself a twelfth is by Southey, an amusing and Tory, for fear of being pronounced an instructive account of the Theophilan- illiberal blockhead ; when the Edinthropists of Franceindeed all the burgh Review was the acknowledged Doctor's histories of sects are amusing lord of literature and politics ; when and instructive-which at last diver- Tom Moore was the wit in verse, and ges easily enough into an ardent pic- Sydney Smith the wit in prose; when, ture of the progress of infidelity among in a word, all was their own? And how ourselves—and concludes with an ad- is it now? Why, Whig and jack-ass mirable precis of the proofs of the are convertible terms; it is a byChristian religion. This is in truth an word of reproach ; they are our butts, excellent paper, but I do not partici- our common-places of fun, our Lispate altogether in the views taken by tons, our Grimaldés. Blue and Yellow Southey of the dangers to which reli- is waste paper-Tom Moore is obliged gion is exposed. I never fear the con- to submit his poetry to the care of a test of the good and the evil principle. lawyer, before he dares print it-SydGive us a fair stage, and no favour, and ney Smith is compelled to transport we shall still hold the mastery. Sou- himself to Botany Bay, in quest of bad they says, that more than eleven mil- jokes—and, in short, they are laughlions of newspapers are annually circu- ed at by us, blackguarded by Cobbett lated among us, and at least two-thirds and his crew, and pelted by the mob. of the number aim at the destruction They are now a nerveless, knotless, of sound principles. I doubt that it is pluckless, powerless, as well as a Godfact. But, even admitting it, the glori- less faction. We, North, we of this ous army of the gentlemen of the press Magazine, began the good work; we does not strike me as a vastly formi- seized their cannon, and turned it on dable body by any means. All the edu- themselves; our example was followcated classes of society merely despise ed by others, and now they find they them—they know that with few, very, can only defend themselves from the very few exceptions, they are a mean, whizzing shafts of our ridicule, by illiterate, stupid gang of blockheads, skulking under the protection of laws, who can just turn off articles, false in which they had, during their own trifact, lumpish in argument, vulgar in umphant career, denounced as absurd manner, and ungrammatical in style. and tyrannical. Take them as a body, I assert that it So will it be with the anti-religionwould be impossible, on any principle ists. Southey attaches too much imof selection, to bring together so utter- portance to their writings, being himly contemptible a pack of hounds as self a litterateur. They, too, could be the London“ gentlemen of the press," written down ; and the heart of Engfrom the editors who jabber broken land, sound at the core, is against English for their political readers, down them. I have often been tempted to to the footman who writes fashionable wish that the system of prosecution intelligence for the beau monde. The was dropped. I am aware that it is dissection, the utter dissection of a a very ticklish question ; but, feeling newspaper, would afford you a capital confident as I do, that God will never article, but it should be done by some give us up to be conquered by the one residing in London. Believe me, devil, if we stand firm to one another, and Dr Southey, too, may believe me, knowing the vast superiority of intelthat even the pot-house vulgarian is lect on our side, remembering the not much gulled by them. If infideli- triumphs of Christianity in every age, ty prevails, and it does prevail nowhere I should not fear the diffusion of thoubut in London, we must seek other sands of copies of the works of Tom causes than the agency of the “ gen- Paine and villains of his stamp, while tlemen of the press.” The hounds may we have hearts and heads to oppose yelp in to join the cry, to be sure, but them. I expect much from the systheir melody is of no great avail. WE tem of education pursued towards the -I mean the men who wield the pen rising generation.
I expect much at the opposite of the question-can from the increased energy and zeal of put them down. I speak it without the clergy of the Church of England, without which all prosecutions are un- Westminster; and had I heard it from availing. In Southey's own words, (I such a youth, I should have been quote from memory ;)
tempted to say, " That is really a fine “Batif within her walls, indifference dwell, promising lad-has read his authors Woe to her then ! She needs no outer with some taste-How old may he be? wound."
Seventeen ?-Ay, a fine lad indeed, If, however, in place of indiffer- fine honourable boyish notions, and ence, zeal should abound, I care not a no doubt, when he gets a few years farthing for the efforts of infidelity, over his head, and can see things, not and would willingly vote that libel through mere bookish media, he will prosecutions be left to such friends of be able to produce something worth freedom, as Henry Grey Bennet, Den- reading, if he can acquire a less amman, Brougham, the late Queen, Da- bitious style, and lose the habit of niel O'Connell of Ireland, Lord Archy quoting Greek--and that, of course, Shilling, Peter Finnerty, late of the he will do.” But I have far different pillory, and John Leslie. The worthy feelings for the composition of a fullLaureate, by the way, falls into the grown man, who has felt the razor old Lake trick twice in the course of over his throat. The quarrel between this concern. He quotes his own Joan the Turks and the Greeks is a quarrel of Arc, (O ye Gods!) and he puffs between two hostile factions of people Elia !- Eheu! Eheu!
of the same country: I consider the eleventh and thir- [We must beg Tickler's pardon for teenth articles together, as being on diminishing his excellent article, by something similar subjects, the former omitting his strictures on the Greek on Greece, the latter on Spain ; but affairs—because we have not room. how dissimilar in style, argument, and They shall appear in our next. If common sense ! The paper on Spanish Tim wishes, he may alter, or add, or affairs is by a sensible, well-informed, omit, ad libitum, in the meantime.) clear-headed, statesmanlike writer, who The other affair of which you spoke knows the interests of his country, shall be attended to. Mrs T. presents and is not led away by the nonsensi- her compliments—the youngster, I am cal claptraps that amuse fools. The sorry to say, still continues weakly. I other is a mere piece of schoolboy fro- am, dear sir, yours ever, thy declamation, such a thing as would
TIMOTHY TICKLER. be counted very clever in a boy at Southside, Saturday.
P.S.-Southey is still vivid in wrath against his Lordship of Byron, er.gr. “ Contagion was extended beyond the sphere of the court, by a race of poets
« Whose loose lascivious lays perpetuated
Unborn." Which sweet struin, we learn by a note, is in “ Joan of Arc.” As also that “These lines sufficiently shew, that their author held the same moral opinions at the age of nineteen, as when he branded the author of Don Juan”-a most important and highly-interesting fact. But I am no pretender to great powers of divination, when I say, that that note never would have appeared in the Quarterly, had not his Lordship quarrelled with Murray.
Again, “ One Liberal, (we are thankful for the word—it is well that we should have one which will at once express whatever is detestable in principle, and flagitious in conduct.)”. Prosecute Southey, John Hunt, prosecute him, man, without a moment’s delay. Leigh the first, also, had better take advice on the following passage : “Some of the most depraved minds in the present ge. neration, have manifested this tendency, proclaiming, at the same time, their hatred for Christianity, and their predilection for what they are pleased to call the religion of the loves and luxuries—that is, the religion of Jupiter, Mars, Bacchus, Venus, the Garden God,” &c. &c. Apollo al Mercurius, and the rest, as Bryan O’Proctor has it. “Some of the most DE PRAVED minds !” Fie! Fie !
" Oh, Bryan William Proctor Cornwall Barry,
and fight in defence of the sky-gods. Again, “ others of a higher class mingle, like Voltaire, filth with blasphemy, impiety with lewdness, and pure sue their object with such devoted perseverance, as if the devil had chosen them for his apostles.” A hit palpable against the Satanic school, a nickname which, however, will hardly last as long as our own Cockney or Leg-of-Mutton Schools of Poetry.
P.S.—I have a corner still left of this voluminous epistle and I shall use it to enter an appeal in behalf of Jerry Bentham. Hang it, he is our preserve. He is lugged in in p. 502, text and note in p. 551—and other places. This is poaching on you. Warn Murray's scribes off, and vindicate your right in cutting up that first-rate piece of game, him whom a friend of ours calls, in that droll song which he sung a fortnight ago for us, (and which you should print)
“ Sage Jeremy the bencher
Or Lincoln's Inn-of Lincoln's Inn." Good night-it is almost two o'clock.
T. T. [I write to-morrow.]
I was just going to seal up, when tract twenty, distinguished by any your new packet came to hand. - readable quality. Cant I never speak, Well, I have read the three new Can- and, with the blessing of God, never tos.
will speak-especially to you ; and acALAS! POOR BYRON !
cordingly, though I was thoroughly
disgusted with the scope and tendency Not ten times a-day, dear Christo- of the former cantos of the Donpher, but ten times a-page, as I wan- though there were passages in them dered over the intense and incredible which, in common with all other men stupidities of this duodecimo, was the of upright minds and true feelings, I departed spirit of the genius of Childe looked on with indignation-yet I, for Harold saluted with this exclamation. one, never permitted my moral or poAlas! that one so gifted-one whose litical antipathies so to master my crisoul gave such appearance of being tical judgment, as to make me whideeply imbued with the genuine spi- ningly decry the talent which they ofrit of poetry-one, to whom we all ten wickedly, sometimes properly, exlooked as an ornament of our litera- hibited. But here we are in a lower ture, and who indeed has contributed deep-we are wallowing in a sty of in no small degree towards spreading mere filth. Page after page presents a strain of higher mood over our poeto us with a monotonous unmusical drawl, ry--should descend to the composition decrying chastity, sneering at matriof heartless, heavy, dull, anti-British mony, cursing wives, abusing monargarbage, to be printed by the Cock- chy, deprecating lawful government, neys, and puffed in the Examiner.- lisping dull double-entendres, hymnAlas! alas ! that he should stoop to ing Jacobinism, in a style and manner the miserable degradation of being so little unrelieved by any indication extolled by Hunt !-that he, who we of poetic power, that I feel a moral hoped would be the Samson of our conviction that his lordship must have poetical day, should suffer himself to taken the Examiner, the Liberal, the be so enervated by the unworthy De- Rimini, the Round Table, as his molilahs which have enslaved his imagi- del, and endeavoured to write himself nation, as to be reduced to the foul down to the level of the capacities and office of displaying blind buffooneries the swinish tastes of those with whom before the Philistines of Cockaigne. he has the misfortune, originally, I
But so it is. Here we have three believe, from charitable motives, to cantos of some hundred verses, from associate. This is the most charitable which it would be impossible to ex. hypothesis which I can frame. Indeed there are some verses which have all translation of the strong expression of the appearance of having been inter- the Stoic satirist) which floats on the polated by the King of the Cockneys. slaver of too many of these pages. I At least I hope so I hope that there allude, for instance, to the attempt at is but one set capable of writing any- wit, where the poet (the poet!) is fathing so leering and impotent, as the cetious at the state of females during loinless drivelling (if I may venture a the sack of a town ;* the greatest part
• It is a pity to reprint such things, but a single specimen here may do good, by the disgust for the whole which it must create.
“ In one thing ne'ertheless 'tis fit to praise
The Russian army upon this occasion,
And therefore worthy of commemoration :
Perhaps the season's chill, and their lone station
Might here and there occur some violation
As when the French, that dissipated nation,
Except cold weather and commiseration ;
Which showed a want of lanterns, or of taste --
Their friends from foes,-besides such things from haste
Of light to save the venerably chaste ;-
So that some disappointment there ensued
Of single blessedness,' and thought it good
To bear these crosses) for each waning prude
Were also heard to wonder in the din
• Wherefore the ravishing did not begin!'
There was small leisure for superfluous sin ;
In darkness_ I can only hope they did.
For Timour or for Zinghis in his trade.
Blazed, and the cannon's roar was scarce allay'd,
And here exactly follows what he said