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And then, returning from th’unfinish'd work,
" Wbere Cato liv'd; wbere TULLY spoke,
“ By which HIS GLORY ROSE !!! "
The last Line is not kidnapped.
We question whether the history of modern Literature can produce an instance of a theft so shameless, and turned to so little advantage.
|| AND LOADS THE BLUNDERBUSS WITH B-DF-RD'S BRAINS.--This Line is wholly unintelligible without a Note. And we are afraid the Note will be wholly incredible, unless the Reader can fortunately procure the Book to which it refers.
In the “ PART OF A LETTER,” &c. which was published by Mr. RobT. AD-R, in answer to Mr. P.URKE'S “ Letter to the D. of B.” nothing is so remarkable as the studious imitation of Mr. BURKE's style.
His vehemence and his passion, and his irony, his wild imagery, his far-sought illustrations, his rolling and lengthened periods, and the short quick pointed sentences in which he often condenses as much wisdom and wit as others would expand through pages, or through volumes:---all these are carefully kept in view by his opponent, though not always very artificially copied or applied.
But Imitators are liable to be led strangely astray: and never was there an instance of a more complete mistake of a plain meaning, than that which this line is intended to illustrate - a mistake no less than of a Coffin for a Corpse. This is hard to believe, or to comprehend; but you shall hear.
Mr. Burke, in one of his Publications, had talked of the French " UNPLUMBING the dead in order to destroy the living,”-by which he intended, without doubt, not metaphorically, but literally, stripping the dead of tbeir LEADEN COFFINS, and oben making ibem (not the Dead but the COFFINS) into bullets – A circumstance perfectly notorious as having been practised by the French at the time the Book was written.
Whoe'er thou art-ne'er may thy Patriot fire,
Whoe'er thou art !--- before thy feet we lay,
To the Éditor of the Anti-Jacobin.
Hicksey-Grove, near Dunstable, Feb. 12, 1998. SIR, I am a Gentleman of easy fortune, retired into the Country ; where the greatest part of my business, as
But this does not satisfy our Author. He determines to retort Mr. Burke's own words upon him; and unfortunately, “ reaching at a Metaphor," where Mr. BURKE only intended a Fact, he falls into the little mistake above-mentioned, and by a stroke of his pen, transmutes the illustrious Head of the House of Russell, into a metal, to which it is not for us to say how near, or how remote his affinity may possibly have been.-He writes thus_" If Mr. BURKE bad been content with • UNPLUMBING' a dead Russell, and bewing HIM (observe not bis coffin, “ but him — Himself - the dead Russell bimself) into Grape and Canister, to “ sweep down tbe whole Generation of bis Descendants,” &c. &c.
The thing is scarcely credible: but it is so. We write with the Book open before us.
Query Surcharge ?
well well as my amusement, lies, in the education of two sons; both promising lads -- whom I am endeavouring to bring up in such a manner as may enable them to bustle through the world with some credit. For this purpose, as things now go, I do not think the ordinary course of Classical Education by any means sufficient. The most accurate acquaintance with the Ancient Poets, Historians, or Philosophers, appears to me to be of little value, except it is improved by a constant application of the facts, or the morals to be collected from them, to what is passing in the age in which we live. It is my object, therefore, to teach my young men things as they are, at the same moment that they acquire a knowledge of what they were two thousand years ago. And I never suffer a remakable passage in Livy, or a striking Ode of Horace, to pass by in the lessons of the day, without calling upon one of them for an illustration of it, by a reference to something that has occurred in the Public History of our own times or Country. - Horace is at present our favourite study.
The following adaption of the beautiful Ode to Barine (the 8th of the ad Book) to the character and circumstances of the Noble Lord who has afforded so much entertainment to the Public here, and is now going to exhibit in his native country, will, L.ope, be no unacceptable present to your Readers. It is by my second boy, JASPER. If I find that it gives the world as much satisfaction as it has done to his Father, I shall be happy to furnish you from time to time with any other exercises of this sort that I may think worthy your notice: and I do not despair of seeing other fathers of families, and masters of seminaries, adopt the same method of mixing modern improvement with ancient learning, and converte
ing, by degrees, the whole of Horace's Odes into Ad. dresses to other characters equally distinguished for their amusing qualities.
I am, Sir,
ODE TO LORD M-RA.
If on your head (1) some vengeance fell,
The listening Lords to cozen; ..
I'd hear them by the dozen,
New grace adorns your figure ;
Like Pistol's (if 'twere bigger.)
HORACE.ODE VIII. BOOK II.
Tell then your Stories, strange and new,
So shall the Dublin Papers:
iv. SA-BR— (5) shall cheer you with a smile, M-CPH-RS—N (6) simpering all the while,
With BST-RD (6) and with Bruin : (6) And fierce N-CH-11, (7) who wields at will Th'emphatic stick, or powerful quill, To prove his Country's ruin.
v. Each day new Followers (8) crowd your board, And lean Expectants hail my Lord
With adoration fervent:
Is still your humble Servant,
(3) Expedit matris cineres opertos
Ridet boc inquam (5) Vexus ipsa, rident
Adde quod pubes tibi crescit omnis