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have a great respect for the Salt-bearer, and I have a great respect for you! But, seriously speaking, my bureau has no room for antediluvian Chronicles, and my Publication has no room for political squibs.
There is yet another part of your letter which I must notice. You say, "I will give you, on the other side, a couplet written by the Marquis Wellesley, while at your illustrious Seminary-communicated by Sir Thomas Tyrwhitt." I will insert it, because I suppose it has (to use an expression of a friend of mine) "lots of wit, if one could find it out.”
"Tum Crocus obductam lento conamine glebam
Dimovet, et summam flavus inaurat humum."
I believe the Marquis Wellesley has much better verses than these set down to his account, in a compilation called the "Musæ Etonenses !"
May 14.-Transcribed some more Poetry, by Edward Morton:
There was a voice, a foolish voice,
In my heart's summer echoing through me;
It bade me hope, it bade rejoice,
And still its sounds were precious to me;
But thou hast plighted that deep vow,
I will not love thee! I am taught
To shun the dream on which I doated,
On which its dearest vision floated;
And I have prayed to look on thee
Alas! the love indeed is gone,
But still I feed its melancholy;
Took but away the guilt of sin,
And left me all its pain within.
Adieu! if thou hadst seen the heart,
Nay! it was well-for smiles like this
I have to inform Amicus, who inquires after a reprint of our three first Numbers, that we think the 750 we have sold sufficient to answer the purpose for which this work was commenced, and that we do not, at present, contemplate any future Edition.
May 16.-Received this day a copy of verses on "Sævior armis Luxuria," from our old correspondent, Robigo." This puts me in mind of a sort of promise I made that his Essay should appear in N°. VIII.; and, upon examining my papers, I am very sorry to be obliged to confess that the Article has been mislaidI can find no traces of it. I am, however, the less vexed at this, because I had rather offend Robigo by the omission, than injure him by the insertion, of his Contribution. The truth is, that, in my opinion, neither the Essay nor the Poem come up to the high estimation in which the talents of the Author are so deservedly held. Let him revise such rhymes as these before he is very angry with me for the opinion which I have most sin-, cerely expressed:
"Till Venus rising,
Let him re-consider the following stanzas, and reflect
whether they are likely to add to a really high reputa tion. I will begin with his exordium:—
"In days of yore, when fabled lore
Th' Heavenly Conclave began to rave,
Next here is a bit of the boastings of Mars:—
"Who can deny the Mastery
To me whose arm is strong;
Whose powerful sway, from day to day,
I will extract one more stanza, but Robigo must pardon me for altering one word, and taking the sentiment into my own mouth
"Ye penmen all, obey my call,
Obey my sovereign will;
Which knows no law, which feels no awe;
May 18.-Inserted a letter from our old friend Allen Le Blanc. I am so little acquainted with Oxford, its concerns, and its inmates, that I am ignorant whether the personages Allen describes are real or fictitious. If they are real, they are painted in such a manner that they cannot take offence at the colouring. If they are fictitious, I am sure nobody will feel any difficulty in finding an original for them somewhere.---There is life in every touch of his pencil.
May 21.-Many thanks to an ingenious Correspondent for his voluminous translation of Tasso's "Gierusalemme Liberata." I can positively afford room for no more than the following description of Armida from
Few suns had shone and set, or ere she came
And as when in broad day some meteor flame
No mien so noble, and no form so fair,
The wanton breeze, that 'mid her soft locks play'd,
and the blended colours strove
As rivals for the mastery-her mouth
Was roseate, with breath sweet as the sweet South.
Her bosom next disclosed its spotless snows,
Part only of her breast the tunic shows,
Young, soft, and tender, and o'er part is spread-
To stay the eyes, the amorous thought had sped
E'en as the sun's warm ray will penetrate
The scenes which fancy pictures far and wide,
May 26.-Received the following, amongst other more valuable contributions, from our old friend W.
Woman and Hope! I love the two,
Though bards and sages flout them;
May 28.-A friend informs me that the expression of Scaliger, relative to one of the Odes of Horace, was not the King of Persia, as I have erroneously put forth, but "Rex Tarraconensis." Another friend informs me, on Lady Morgan's authority, that the King in question was "the King of Naples."
"Strange that such difference should be,
"Twixt Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee!"
My dear Critics, what does it signify to you or me, whether Scaliger's Hyperbole lighted upon Rex Persicus, or Rex Tarraconensis, the King of Naples, or the King of Clubs ?
May 29.-Bless me! Here is a Corpus Poetarum rushing in. I shall never get through the serried phalanx. I must make a desperate sally! First have at you Mr. "Remove !"--there; you are an inoffensive and welldisposed gentleman, so I will not hurt you. "Nestor !" I will not hurt you either, old friend !--you are too old. Holloa, good "Vindex," with your "Address to Lord Liverpool," you come with a threatening aspect indeed; there! I have brought him down; I have flung our tenth Resolution at him. What"Senex" here? Oh! you are in a passion because I would not insert your Letter to the Boys." I'll just sharpen a "Private Correspondence," and fling it at you. He runs. "Judex" too--you are enraged because I have not enough serious stuff.---You make home-thrusts indeed! Where is No. IV.? It must be my shield ! Murder! Here is the Editor of the "Apis Matina,"