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Than that which now across the clotted perch

Crookens the claw and screams for court and church.

What is the church to them ? or what the court ?

Think ye they care one grain of millet for't?
But they have ken’d the swell of looser crop,

And round about the midden hop and hop.
The field they would have flown into, is clear,
Pickt every horse-fall, empty every ear.

To such the trembling verse-boy brings his task, Of such the one-spurrd critick begs to ask, Hath Sheffield's glorious son* the genuine vein ? Did Paracelsust spring from poet's brain ? When all expect it, yes will never do, The cautious and the business-like say no.

* The Corn-law Rhymer, as he condescends to style him. self, has written sonnets, which may be ranked among the noblest in our language.

+ Paracelsus has found a critick capable of appreciating him. It is not often that the generous are so judicious, nor always that the judicious are so generous.

Criticks and maidens should not smile too fast;

A yes, though drawld out faintly, comes at last.

Well; you have seen our Prosperos, at whose beck Our ship, with all her royalty, is wreck. From sire to son descends the wizard book

That works such marvels.

Look behind you ! look! There issue from the Treasury, dull and dry as The leaves in winter, Gifford and Matthias. Brighter and braver Peter Pindar started, And ranged around him all the lighter-hearted. When Peter Pindar sank into decline, Up from his hole sprang Peter Porcupine. Him W... son followed, of congenial quill, As near the dirt,* and no less prone to ill.

*As near the dirt,” &c.—The professor, if not Horatian in his,art, is perfectly so in his opinion, exprest by the poet in the verse

“ Nec latuit malè qui vivens moriensque fefellit.”

Walcot, of English heart, had English pen,
Buffoon he might be, but for hire was none;
Nor, plumed and mounted on Professor's chair,
Offer'd to grin for wagers at a fair.
Who would not join the joke when hands like these
Lead proudly forward Alcibiades,
Train'd

up to fashion by the Nymphs of Leith, And whiffing his cigar through cheesy teeth.

He surely is as wise as any
Who cheats the world and turns the penny ;
And if he does it all life thro
'Tis more than most wise men can do.

It must be acknowledged that some commentators have given the passage a different interpretation.

The learned professor is an important contributor to Blackwood, especially in those graces of delicate wit so attractive to his subscribers. Nevertheless, Lord Byron, who was not quite susceptible of it, declared that tleman could not write in Blackwood.” Has this assertion been ever disproved by experiment? If a gentleman could not write in it, why should a gentleman be accused of read. ing it? Could anything be more unjust or affronting ?

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Honester men and wiser, you will say,

Were satirists.

Unhurt? for spite ? for pay?
Their courteous soldiership, outshining ours,
Mounted the engine, and took aim from tow'rs.
From putrid ditches we more safely fight,
And push our zig-zag parallels by night.
Dryden's rich numbers rattle terse and round,
Profuse, and nothing plattery in the sound.
And, here almost his equal, if but here,
Pope pleas'd alike the playful and severe.
The slimmer cur at growler Johnson snarls,
But cowers beneath his bugle-blast for Charles.*

* Many have ridiculed, and with no little justice, the pompous diction of Johnson on ordinary occasions; and some have attempted to depreciate his imitations of Juvenal. But among our clippers and sweaters of sterling coin, not one will ever write such vigorous verses as those on Charles the Twelfth, or such vigorous prose as the Lives of Savage and Dryden.

From Vanity and London far removed, *
With that pure Spirit his pure spirit loved,
In thorny paths the pensive Cowper trod,
But angels prompted, and the word was God.

Churchmen have chaunted satire, and the pews

Heard good sound doctrine from the sable Muse.
Frost-bitten, and lumbaginous, when Donne,
With verses gnarld and knotted, hobbled on,

* Wide indeed is the difference between the manner of Cowper and Johnson. Cowper is often witty, light, and playful; Johnson never. Neither he nor Juvenal are to be called satirists, but acute rhetoricians and animated de. claimers. Although it cannot be said of Satire,

“ Renidet usquequaque,” yet the smile is habitual to her countenance. If her laces are now and then loosened, it is not that she may give vent to her anger, energy to her action, or display and grandiloquence to her moral sentences. She has little to do with Philosophy, less with Rhetorick, and nothing with the Furies.

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