Waste useless thousands on their Phidian freaks,
Mis-shapen monuments and maim'd antiques;
And make their grand saloons a general mart
For all the mutilated blocks of art:

Of Dardan tours let dilettanti tell,
I leave topography to classic GELL;'
And, quite content, no more shall interpose,
To stun mankind with poesy, or prose.

Thus far I've held my undisturb'd career,
Prepared for rancour, steel'd 'gainst selfish fear :
This thing of rhyme I ne'er disdain'd to own-
Though not obtrusive, yet not quite unknown,
My voice was heard again, though not so loud,
My page, though nameless, never disavow'd,
And now at once I tear the veil
away:
Cheer on the pack! the quarry stands at bay,
Unscared by all the din of MELBOUrne house,
By LAMBE's resentment, or by HOLLAND's spouse,
By JEFFREY'S harmless pistol, HALLAM'S rage,
EDINA'S brawny sons and brimstone page.
Our men in buckram shall have blows enough,
And feel, they too are « penetrable stuff: »
And though I hope not hence unscathed to go,
Who conquers me shall find a stubborn foe.

The time hath been, when no harsh sound would fall From lips that now may seem imbued with gall,

'Mr GELL'S Topography of Troy and Ithaca cannot fail to ensure the approbation of every man possessed of classical taste, as well for the information Mr G. conveys to the mind of the reader, as for the ability and research the respective works display.

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Nor fools nor follies tempt me to despise
The meanest thing that crawl'd beneath my eyes;
But now, so callous grown, so changed since youth,
I've learn'd to think, and sternly speak the truth;
Learn'd to deride the critic's starch decree,

To

And break him on the wheel he meant for me;
spurn the rod a scribbler bids me kiss,
Nor care if courts and crowds applaud or hiss:
Nay more, though all my rival rhymesters frown,
I too can hunt a poetaster down;

And, arm'd in proof, the gauntlet cast at once
To Scotch marauder, and to Southern dunce.
Thus much I've dared to do; how far my lay
Hath wrong'd these righteous times let others say;
This, let the world, which knows not how to spare,
Yet rarely blames unjustly, now declare.

POSTSCRIPT.'

that

I HAVE been informed, since the present edition went to the press, my trusty and well beloved-cousins, the Edinburgh reviewers, are preparing a most vehement critique on my poor gentle, unresisting muse, whom they have already so bedeviled with their ungodly ribaldry:

«Tantæne animis cœlestibus iræ!»

I suppose I must say of JEFFREY as Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK saith, « an I had known he was so cunning of fence, I had seen him damned ere I had fought him.» What a pity it is that I shall be beyond the Bosphorus before the next number has passed the Tweed. But I yet hope to light my pipe with it in Persia.

My Northern friends have accused me, with justice, of personality towards their great literary Anthropophagus, JEFFREY; but what else was to be done with him and his dirty pack, who feed « by lying and slandering, »and slake their thirst by «evil-speaking?» I have adduced facts already well known, and of Jeffrey's mind I have stated my free opinion, nor has he thence sustained any injury ;-what scavenger was ever soiled by being pelted with mud? It may be said that I quit England because I have censured there, " persons of honour and wit about town, but I am coming back again, and their vengeance will keep hot till my return. Those who know me can testify that my motives for leaving England are very different from fears, literary or personal; those who do not may one day be convinced. Since the

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publication of this thing, my name has not been concealed; I have been mostly in London, ready to answer for my transgressions, and in daily expectation of sundry cartels; but alas! «The age of chivalry is over," or, in the vulgar tongue, there is no spirit now-a-days.

There is a youth ycleped Hewson Clarke, (subaudi, Esq.) a sizer of Emanuel College, and I believe a denizen of Berwick upon Tweed, whom I have introduced in these pages to much better company than he has been accustomed to meet he is, notwithstanding, a very sad dog, and for no reason that I can discover, except a personal quarrel with a bear, kept by me at Cambridge to sit for a fellowship, and whom the jealousy of his Trinity cotemporaries prevented from success, has been abusing me, and, what is worse, the defenceless innocent above mentioned, in the Satirist for one year and some months. I am utterly unconscious of having given him any provocation; indeed I am guiltless of having heard his name, till it was coupled with the Satirist. He has therefore no reason to complain, and I dare say that, like Sir Fretful Plagiary, he is rather pleased than otherwise. I have now mentioned all who have done me the honour to notice me and mine, that is, my bear and my book, except the editor of the Satirist, who, it seems, is a gentleman, God wot! I wish he could impart a little of his gentility to his subordinate scribblers. I hear that Mr JERNINGHAM is about to take up the cudgels for his Mæcenas, Lord Carlisle; I hope not: he was one of the few who, in the very short intercourse I had with him, treated me with kindness when a boy, and whatever he may say or do, «pour on, I will endure. I have nothing further to add, save a general note of thanksgiving to readers, purchasers, and publisher, and, in the words of SCOTT, I wish

«To all and each a fair good night,
And rosy dreams and slumbers light.»

HEBREW MELODIES.