surprise, on arriving, to see poor dear Mrs Hornem with her arms half round the loins of a huge hussar-looking gentleman I never set eyes on before; and his, to say truth, rather more than half round her waist, turning round, and round, and round, to a dd see-saw up-and-down sort of tune, that remained me of the 'Black Joke,' only more 'affettuoso, till it made me quite giddy with wondering they were not so. By and by they stopped a bit, and I thought they would sit or fall down. But no; with Mrs H.'s hand on his shoulder, quam familiariter"* (as Terence said when I was at school), they walked about a minute, and then at it again, like two cockchafers spitted upon the same bodkin. I asked what all this meant, when, with a loud laugh, a child no older than our Wilhelmina (a name I never heard but in the Vicar of Wakefield, though her mother would call her after the Princess of Swappenbach) said, 'Lord! Mr Hornem, can't you see they are valtzing!' or waltzing (I forget which); and then up she got, and her mother and sister, and away they went, and round-abouted it till supper-time. Now that I know what it is, I like it of all things, and so does Mrs H. (though I have broken my shins, and four times overturned Mrs Hornem's maid, in practising the preliminary steps in a morning). Indeed, so much do I like it, that having a turn for rhyme, tastily displayed in some election ballads, and songs in honour of all the victories (but till lately I have had little practice in that way), I sat down, and with the aid of William Fitzgerald, Esq., and a few hints from Dr Busby (whose recitations I attend, and am monstrous fond of Master Busby's manner of delivering his father's late successful Drury Lane Address '), I composed the following hymn, wherewithal to make my sentiments known to the public; whom, nevertheless, I heartily despise, as well as the critics.-I am, Sir, yours, &c., &c. HORACE HORNEM. • My Latin is all forgotten, if a man can be said to have forgotten what he never remembered; but I bought my title-page metto of a Catholic priest for a three-shilling bank token, after much haggling for the even sixpence. I grudged the money to a Papist, being all for the memory of Perceval and No Popery,' and quite regretting the downfall of the Pope, because we can't burn him any more, MUSE of the many-twinkling feet! whose | Hail, moving Muse! to whom the fair one's charms Are now extended up from legs to arms; field, And own-impregnable to most assaults, Hail, nimble nymph to whom the young breast Gives all it can, and bids us take the rest. Imperial Waltz ! imported from the Rhine To tame the genius of the stubborn plain, The whisker'd votary of waltz and war, ners A modern hero fought for modish manners; Glance their many-twinkling feet.'-GRAY. The Lord Peterborough conquered continents in a summer; we do more; we contrive both to conquer and lose them in a shorter season. If 'the great Lord's' Cincinnatian progress time in Pope's couplet, it will, according to the farmer's proverb, be ploughing with dogs.' By-the-by, one of this illustrious person's new titles is forgotten; it is, however, worth remembering-Salvador del by the inhabitants of the Peninsula to the name of a man who mundo l' credite, posteri! If this be the appellation annexed has not yet saved them-(query, are they worth saving, even in this world! for, according to the mildest modifications of any Christian creed, those three words make the odds much against them in the next). 'Saviour of the world,' quotha it were to be wished that he, or any one else, could save a corner of it-his country. Yet this stupid misnomer, although piety, so far has its use, that it proves there can be little to dread from those Catholics (inquisitorial Catholics too) who can confer such an appellation on a Protestant. I suppose next year he will be entitled the 'Virgin Mary; if so, Lord George Gordon himself would have nothing to object to such liter bastards of our Lady of Babylon. To rival Lord Wellesley's, or his nephew's, as the reader pleases. The one gained a pretty woman, whom he deserved, by fighting for; and the other has been fighting in the Penin-it shows the near connection between superstition and imsula many a long day, 'by Shrewsbury clock,' without gaining anything in that country but the title of the great Lord, and 'the Lord; which savours of profanation, having been hitherto applied only to that Being to whom Te Deums for carnage is the rankest blasphemy. It is to be presumed that the general will one day return to his Sabine farm, there O Germany! how much to thee we owe, We bless thee still-for George the Third is left! Borne on the breath of hyperborean gales From Hamburg's port (while Hamburg yet had mails). Ere yet unlucky Fame, compelled to creep sets Of true despatches, and as true gazettes : Fraught with this cargo, and her fairest freight, Not decent David, when, before the ark, To you, ye husbands of ten years! whose orows Endearing Waltz! to thy more melting tune Methinks the glare of yonder chandelier My slippery steps are safest in the dark!' Observant travellers of every time! yore, The patriotic arson of our amiable allies cannot be suffi-Can aught from cold Kamschatka to Cape Horn ciently commended-nor subscribed for. Amongst other details With Waltz compare, or after Waltz be borne? omitted in the various despatches of our eloquent ambassador, he did not state (being too much occupied with the exploits of Ah, no! from Morier's pages down to Galt's, Colonel C, in swimming rivers frozen, and galloping over Each tourist pens a paragraph for 'Waltz.' roads impassable) that one entire province perished by famine in the most melancholy manner as follows:-In General Rostop- Shades of those belles whose reign began of chin's consummate conflagration, the consumption of tallow and train oil was so great, that the market was inadequate to the de[before!mand: and thus one hundred and thirty-three thousand per With George the Third's-and ended long sons were starved to death by being reduced to wholesome Though in your daughters' daughters yet you diet! The lamplighters of London have since subscribed a pint (of oil) a piece, and the tallow chandlers have unanimously thrive, voted a quantity of best moulds (four to the pound), to the relief of the surviving Scythians,-the scarcity will soon, by such exertions, and a proper attention to the quality rather than the quantity of provision, be totally alleviated. It is said, in return, that the untouched Ukraine has subscribed sixty thousand beeves for a day's meal to our suffering manufac turers Burst from your lead, and be yourselves alive! Back to the ball-room speed your spectred host; Fools' Paradise is dull to that you lost. • Dancing girls. No treacherous powder bids conjecture quake; No stiff-starch'd stays make meddling fingers ache Each new, quite new — 'except some ancient (Transferr'd to those ambiguous things that ape Wide and more wide thy witching circle spreads, nounce. Gods! how the glorious theme my strain exalts, 'Waltz !' Blest was the time Waltz chose for her début: New coins (most new) to follow those that fled; It cannot be complained now, as in the Lady Baussière's time, of the Sieur de la Croix,' that there be 'no whiskers; but how far these are indications of valour in the field, or else. where, may still be questionable. Much may be, and hath been, avouched on both sides. In the olden time philosophers had whiskers, and soldiers none--Scipio himself was shavenHannibal thought his one eye handsome enough without a beard; but Adrian, the emperor, wore a beard (having warts on his chin, which neither the Empress Sabina nor even the courtiers could abide)-Turenne had whiskers, Marlborough none-Buonaparte is unwhiskered, the Regent whiskered; 'argal' greatness of mind and whiskers may or may not go together; but certainly the different occurrences, since the growth of the last mentioned, go further in behalf of whiskers than the anathema of Anselm did against long hair in the reign of Henry I.-Formerly red was a favourite colour. See Lodowick Barrey's comedy of Ram Alley, 1661; Act I. Scene I. Taffeta. Now for a wager-What coloured beard comes next by the window? Adriana. A black man's, I think. Taffeta. I think not so: I think a red, for that is most in fashion.' There is nothing new under the sun; but red, then a favourite, has now subsided into a favourite's colour. An anachronism-Waltz and the battle of Austerlitz are before said to have opened the ball together; the bard means (if he means anything), Waltz was not so much in vogue till the Regent attained the acme of his popularity. Waltz, the comet, whiskers, and the new government, illuminated heaven and earth, in all their glory, much about the same time: of these the comet only has disappeared; the other three continue to astonish us still.-Printer's Devil. Jenkinson. The lady's in return may grasp as much Thus all and each, in movement swift or slow, Who does 'Oh that right should thus overcome might ! not remember the delicate investigation in the 'Mern Wives of Windsor?' Ford. Pray you, come near; if I suspect without cause, why then make sport at me; then let me be your jest;! deserve it. How now? whither bear you this? 'Mrs Ford. What have you to do whither they bear it?— you were best meddle with buck-washing.' + The gentle, or ferocious, reader may fill up the blank as he pleases-there are several dissyllabic names at his service (being already in the Regent's): it would not be fair to back any peculiar initial against the alphabet, as every month wil add to the list now entered for the sweepstakes;—a distin guished consonant is said to be the favourite, much agains: the wishes of the knowing ones. We have changed all that,' says the Mock Doctor; 'tis all gone: Asmodeus knows where. After all, it is of no great importance how women's hearts are disposed of; they have Nature's privilege to distribute them as absurdly as possible. But there are also some men with hearts so thoroughly bad, as to remind us of those phenomena often mentioned in natural history, viz. a mass of solid stone-only to be opened by force and when divided, you find a toad in the centre, lively, and with the reputation of being venomous. $ In Turkey a pertinent, here an impertinent and superfluous, question-literally put, as in the text, by a Persian to Morier, on seeing a waltz in Pera.-Vide Morier's Travels. True, honest Mirza !-you may trust my rhyme-Hot from the hands promiscuously applied, O ye who loved our grandmothers of yore, and will Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side, It is to love the lovely beldames still! [sprite But ye-who never felt a single thought, Voluptuous Waltz! and dare I thus blaspheme? Thy bard forgot thy praises were his theme. Terpsichore, forgive !-at every ball My son- (or stop-'tis needless to inquire- Will wear as green a bough for him as me)- THE VISION OF JUDGMENT, BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS. SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF WAT TYLER. PUBLISHED IN THE LIBERAL.' 1822. 'A Daniel come to judgment ! yea, a Daniel! I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.' PREFACE. IT hath been wisely said, that 'One fool makes many;' and it hath been poetically observed 'That fools rush in were angels fear to tread.'-POPE. If Mr Southey had not rushed in where he had no business, and where he never was before, and never will be again, the following poem would not have been written. It is not impossible that it may be as good as his own, seeing that it cannot, by any species of stupidity, natural or acquired, be worse. The gross flattery, the dull impudence, the renegado intolerance, and impious cant, of the poem by the author of 'Wat Tyler,' are something so stupendous as to form the sublime of himself-containing the quintessence of his own attributes. So much for his poem-a word on his preface. In this preface it has pleased the magnanimous Laureate to draw the picture of a supposed Satanic School,' the which he doth recommend to the notice of the Legislature; thereby adding to his other laurels the ambition of those of an informer. If there exists anywhere, except in his imagination, such a school, is he not sufficiently armed against it by his own intense vanity? The truth is, that there are certain writers whom Mr S imagines, like Scrub, to have 'talked of him; for they laughed consumedly.' , 1822. THE VISION of Judgment. 127 I think I know enough of most of the writers to whom he is supposed to allude, to assert, that they, in their individual capacities, have done more good, in the charities of life, to their fellow-creatures in any one year, than Mr Southey has done harm to himself by his absurdities But I have a few questions to ask. in his whole life; and this is saying a great deal. 1stly, Is Mr Southey the author of Wat Tyler? 2dly, Was he not refused a remedy at law by the highest judge of his beloved England, because it was a blasphemous and seditious publication? 3dly, Was he not entitled by William Smith, in full Parliament, 'a rancorous renegado'? 4thly, Is he not Poet Laureate, with his own lines on Martin the regicide staring him in the face? And 5thly, Putting the four preceding items together, with what conscience dare he call the attention of the laws to the publications of others, be they what they may? I say nothing of the cowardice of such a proceeding; its meanness speaks for itself; but I wish to touch upon the motive, which is neither more nor less than that Mr S. has been laughed at a little in some recent publications, as he was of yore in the Anti-Jacobin by his present patrons. Hence all this 'skimble-scamble stuff' about 'Satanic,' and so forth. However, it is worthy of him-'qualis ab incepto. If there is anything obnoxious to the political opinions of a portion of the public in the following poem, they may thank Mr Southey. He might have written hexameters, as he has written everything else, for aught that the writer cared-had they been upon another subject. But to attempt to canonize a monarch who, whatever were his household virtues, was neither a successful nor a patriot king,-inasmuch as several years of his reign passed in war with America and Ireland, to say nothing of the aggression upon France,-like all other exaggeration, necessarily begets opposition. In whatever manner he may be spoken of in this new Vision, his public career will not be more favourably transmitted by history. Of his private virtues (although a little expensive to the nation) there can be no doubt. With regard to the supernatural personages treated of, I can only say that I know as much about them, and (as an honest man) have a better right to talk of them than Robert Southey. The way in which that poor insane creature, I have also treated them more tolerantly. the Laureate, deals about his judgments in the next world, is like his own judgments in this. If it was not completely ludicrous, it would be something worse. I don't think that there is much more to say at present. QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS. P.S.-It is possible that some readers may object, in these objectionable times, to the freedom with which saints, angels, and spiritual persons discourse in this Vision. But, for precedents upon such points, I must refer him to Fielding's Journey from this World to the next, and to the Visions of myself, the said Quevedo, in Spanish or translated. The reader is also requested to observe that no doctrinal tenets are insisted upon or discussed; that the person of the Deity is carefully withheld from sight, which is more than can be said for the Laureate, who hath thought proper to make Him talk, not 'like a school divine,' but like the unscholar-like Mr Southey. The whole action passes on the outside of heaven; and Chaucer's Wife of Bath, Pulci's Morgante Maggiore, Swift's Tale of a Tub, and the other works above referred to, are cases in point of the freedom with which saints, &c., may be permitted to converse in works not intended to be serious.-Q.R. Mr Mr Southey being, as he says, a good Christian and vindictive, threatens, I understand, It is to be hoped that his visionary faculties will in the mean time a reply to this our answer. Let him take specimen. have acquired a little more judgment, properly so called: otherwise he will get himself into new dilemmas. These apostate Jacobins furnish rich rejoinders. Southey laudeth grievously 'one Mr Landor,' who cultivates much private renown in the shape Who could suppose that in this same of Latin verses; and not long ago, the Poet Laureate dedicated to him, it appeareth, one of his fugitive lyrics upon the strength of a poem called Gebir. Gebir the aforesaid Savage Landor (for such is his grim cognomen) putteth into the infernal regions no less a person than the hero of his friend Mr Southey's heaven,-yea, even George See also how personal Savage becometh, when he hath a mind. The following is the Third ! his portrait of our late gracious sovereign: (Prince Gebir having descended into the infernal regions, the shades of his royal ancestors are, at his request, called up to bis view; and he exclaims to his ghostly guide) 'Aroar, what wretch that nearest us? what wretch Shrinks yelling from that sword there, engine-hung |