To Germany, and highnesses serene, Who owe us millions-don't we owe the queen? Borne on the breath of hyperborean gales, She came-Waltz came-and with her certain sets Fraught with this cargo-and her fairest freight, To you, ye husbands of ten years! whose brows Ache with the annual tributes of a spouse; 1 The patriotic arson of our amiable allies cannot be sufficiently commended-nor subscribed for. Amongst other details omitted in the various despatches of our eloquent ambassador, he did not state (being too much occupied with the exploits of Colonel C, in swimming rivers frozen, and galloping over roads impassable,) that one entire province perished by famine in the most melancholy manner, as follows:- In General Rostopchin's consummate conflagration, the consumption of tallow and train oil was so great, that the market was inadequate to the demand: and thus one hundred and thirty-three thousand persons were starved to death, by being reduced to wholesome diet! The lamplighters of London have since subscribed a pint (of oil) a piece, and the tallow-chandlers have unanimously 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 manufacturers. 2 Dancing girls-who do for hire what Waltz doth gratis. 3 It cannot be complained now, as in the Lady Baussière's time, of the Sieur de la Croix," that there be "no whiskers;" To you of nine years less, who only bear Endearing Waltz !-to thy more melting tune Scotch reels, avaunt! and country-dance, forego Shines much too far-or I am much too near; Observant travellers of every time! Shades of those belles whose reign began of yore, No treacherous powder bids conjecture quake; but how far these are indications of valour in the field, or elsewhere, 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 shaven-Hannibal 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 1. "Taffeta. Now for a wager-What coloured beard comes next by the window? "Adriana. A black man's, I think. "Tuleta. 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. No damsel faints when rather closely press'd, Seductive Waltz!-though on thy native shore Even Werter's self proclaim'd thee half a whore ; Werter to decent vice though much inclined, Yet warm, not wanton; dazzled, but not blind. Though gentle Genlis, in her strife with Stael, Would even proscribe thee from a Paris ball; The fashion hails-from countesses to queens, And maids and valets waltz behind the scenes; Wide and more wide thy witching circle spreads, And turns-if nothing else- at least our heads; With thee even clumsy cits attempt to bounce, And cockneys practise what they can't pronounce. Gods! how the glorious theme my strain exalts, And rhyme finds partner rhyme in praise of "Waltz!" Blest was the time Waltz chose for her début; With vests or ribands-deck'd alike in hue, An anachronism-Waltz and the battle of Austerlitz are before said to have opened the ball together: the bard means (if he means any thing), 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. 2 Amongst others a new ninepence-a creditable coin now forthcoming, worth a pound, in paper, at the fairest calculation. 3" Oh that right should thus overcome might!" Who does not remember the "delicate investigation" in the "Merry 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; I 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 will add to the list now entered for the sweepstakes: - a distinguished consonant is said to be the favourite, much against the wishes of the knowing ones. 5"We have changed all that," says the Mock Doctor Some potentate-or royal or serene- As princely paunches offer to her touch. Search Doctors' Commons six months from my date)- Till some might marvel, with the modest Turk, O ye who loved our grandmothers of yore, It is to love the lovely beldames still! 't is 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 discover a road in the centre, lively, and with the reputation of being veno mous. 6 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. 7 [I once heard Sheridan repeat, in a ball-room, some verses, which he had lately written on waltzing; and of which I remember the following "With tranquil step, and timid, downcast glance, In such sweet posture our first parents moved, For so the law's laid down by Baron Trip." This gentleman, whose name suits so aptly as a legal authority on the subject of waltzing, was, at the time these verses were written, well known in the dancing circles.-MOORE.] "The Emperor Nepos was acknowledged by the Senate, by the Italians, and by the Provincials of Gaul; his moral virtues, and military talents, were loudly celebrated; and those who derived any private benefit from his government announced in prophetic strains the restoration of public felicity. By this shameful abdication, he protracted his life a few years, in a very ambiguous state, between an Emperor and an Exile, till -." — GIBBON's Decline and Fall, vol. vi. p. 220. 3 [The reader has seen that Lord Byron, when publishing "The Corsair," in January 1814, announced an apparently quite serious resolution to withdraw, for some years at least, from poetry. His letters of the February and March following abound in repetitions of the same determination. On the morning of the ninth of April, he writes,-"No more rhyme for or rather from-me. I have taken my leave of that stage, and henceforth will mountebank it no longer." In the evening, a Gazette Extraordinary announced the abdication of Fontainebleau, and the Poet violated his vows next morning, by composing this Ode, which he immediately published, though without his name. His Diary says, "April 10. Today I have boxed one hour-written an ode to Napoleon Buonaparte- copied it eaten six biscuits - drunk four bottles of soda water, and redde away the rest of my time."] 2 ["Produce the urn that Hannibal contains, And weigh the mighty dust which yet remains : AND IS THIS ALL!" I know not that this was ever done in the old world; at least, with regard to Hannibal: but, in the statistical account of Scotland, I find that Sir John Paterson had the curiosity to collect, and weigh, the ashes of a person discovered a few years since in the parish of Eccles; which he was happily enabled to do with great facility, as "the inside of the cothin Nor till thy fall could mortals guess Ambition's less than littleness! Thanks for that lesson it will teach That led them to adore Those Pagod things of sabre sway, With fronts of brass, and feet of clay. The triumph, and the vanity, The rapture of the strife 5 —— The earthquake voice of Victory, To thee the breath of life; was smooth, and the whole body visible." Wonderful to relate, he found the whole did not exceed in weight one ounce and a half! AND IS THIS ALL! Alas! the quot libras itself is a satirical exaggeration. - GIFFORD.] 3 ["I send you an additional motto from Gibbon, which you will find singularly appropriate."-Lord Byron to Mr. Murray, April 12. 1814.] 4 ["I don't know-but I think I, even I (an insect compared with this creature), have set my life on casts not a millionth part of this man's. But, after all, a crown may not be worth dying for. Yet, to outlive Lodi for this!!! Oh that Juvenal or Johnson could rise from the dead! Expendequot libras in duce summo invenies?' I knew they were light in the balance of mortality; but I thought their living dust weighed more carats. Alas! this imperial diamond hath a flaw in it, and is now hardly fit to stick in a glazier's pencil, -the pen of the historian won't rate it worth a ducat. Psha! 'something too much of this.' But I won't give him up even now; though all his admirers have, like the Thanes, fallen from him."-Byron Diary, April 9.] 3 "Certaminis gaudia"- the expression of Attila in his harangue to his army, previous to the battle of Chalons, given in Cassiodorus. ["Out of town six days. On my return, find my poor little pagod, Napoleon, pushed off his pedestal. It is his own fault. Like Milo, he would rend the oak; but it closed again, wedged his hands, and now the beasts-lion, bear, down to the dirtiest jackall-may all tear him. That Muscovite winter wedged his arms:-ever since, he has fought with his feet and teeth. The last may still leave their marks; and I guess now' (as the Yankees say), that he will yet play them a pass."- Byron Diary, April 8.] 2 Sylla.[We find the germ of this stanza in the Diary of the evening before it was written: "Methinks Sylla did better; for he revenged, and resigned in the height of his sway, red with the slaughter of his foes-the finest instance of glorious contempt of the rascals upon record. Dioclesian did well too-Amurath not amiss, had he become aught except a dervise- Charles the Fifth but so so: but Napoleon worst of all."- Byron Diary, April 9.] ["Alter potent spell' to 'quickening spell:' the first (as Polonius says) is a vile phrase,' and means nothing, besides being common-place and Rosa-Matildaish. After the resolution of not publishing, though our Ode is a thing of little length and less consequence, it will be better altogether that it is anonymous."- Lord Byron to Mr. Murray, April 11.] [Charles the Fifth, Emperor of Germany, and King of Spain, resigned, in 1355, his imperial crown to his brother Ferdinand, and the kingdom of Spain to his son Philip, and retired to a monastery in Estremadura, where he conformed, in his manner of living, to all the rigour of monastic austerity. Not satisfied with this, he dressed himself in his shroud, was laid in his coffin with much solemnity, joined in the prayers which were offered up for the rest of his soul, and mingled his tears with those which his attendants shed, as if they had been celebrating a real funeral.] I looked into Lord Kaimes's Sketches of the History of Man,' and mentioned to Dr. Johnson his censure of Charles the Fifth for celebrating his funeral obsequies in his life-time, which, I told him, I had been used to think a solemn and affecting act. JOHNSON. Why, Sir, a man may dispose his mind to think so of that act of Charles; but it is so liable to ridicule, that if one man out of ten thousand laughs at it, he 'll make the other nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine laugh too." "'- Boswell's Johnson, vol. vii. p. 78. ed. 1835.] 6 ["But who would rise in brightest day 7 [It is well known that Count Neipperg, a gentleman in the suite of the Emperor of Austria, who was first presented to Maria Louisa within a few days after Napoleon's abdication, became, in the sequel, her chamberlain, and then her husband. He is said to have been a man of remarkably plain appearance. The Count died in 1831.] Then haste thee to thy sullen Isle, That Earth is now as free! That Corinth's pedagogue1 hath now Transferr'd his by-word to thy brow. Thou Timour! in his captive's cage 2 What thoughts will there be thine, While brooding in thy prison'd rage? But one-"The world was mine! Unless, like he of Babylon, All sense is with thy sceptre gone, That spirit pour'd so widely forth- Or, like the thief of fire from heaven, 3 He in his fall preserved his pride, [Dionysius the Younger, esteemed a greater tyrant than his father, on being for the second time banished from Syracuse, retired to Corinth, where he was obliged to turn schoolmaster for a subsistence.] The cage of Bajazet, by order of Tamerlane. [In first draught "He suffered for kind acts to men, Who have not seen his like again, At least of kingly stock; Since he was good, and thou but great, "The very fiend's arch mock To lip a wanton, and suppose her chaste." [We believe there is no doubt of the truth of the anecdote here alluded to-of Napoleon's having found leisure for an unworthy amour, the very evening of his arrival at Fontainebleau.] [The three last stanzas, which Lord Byron had been solicited by Mr. Murray to write, in order to avoid the stamp duty then imposed upon publications not exceeding a sheet, were not published with the rest of the poem. "I don't like them at all," says Lord Byron," and they had better be left out. The fact is, I can't do any thing I am asked to do, however gladly I would; and at the end of a week my interest in a composition goes off."] 7 [In one of Lord Byron's MS. Diaries, begun at Ravenna in May, 1821, we find the following:-"What shall I write? another Journal? I think not. Any thing that comes uppermost, and call it and thus despising them all. As to the retention of his power by Augustus, the thing was already settled. If he had given it up the commonwealth was gone-the republic was long past all resuscitation. Had Brutus and Cassius gained the battle of Philippi, it would not have restored the republic. Its days ended with the Gracchi; the rest was a mere struggle of parties. You might as well cure a consumption, or restore a broken egg, as revive a state so long a prey to every uppermost soldier, as Rome had long been. As for a despotism, if Augustus could have been sure that all his successors would have been like himself (I mean not as Octavius, but Augustus) or Napoleon could have insured the world that none of his successors would have been like himself-the ancient or modern world might have gone on, like the empire of China, in a state of lethargic prosperity. Suppose, for instance, that, instead of Tiberius and Caligula, Augustus had been immediately succeeded by Nerva, Trajan, the Antonines, or even by Titus and his father- what a difference in our estimate of himself! So far from gaining by the contrast, I think that one half of our dislike arises from his having been heired by Tiberius- and one half of Julius Cæsar's fame, from his having had his empire consolidated by Augustus.Suppose that there had been no Octavius, and Tiberius had 'jumped the life' between, and at once succeeded Julius?— And yet it is difficult to say whether hereditary right or popular choice produce the worser sovereigns. The Roman Consuls make a goodly show; but then they only reigned for a year, and were under a sort of personal obligation to distinguish themselves. It is still more difficult to say which form of government is the worst-all are so bad. As for democracy, it is the worst of the whole; for what is, in fact, democracy?—an aristocracy of blackguards."] [On being reminded by a friend of his recent promise not to write any more for years-"There was," replied Lord Byron," a mental reservation in my pact with the public, in behalf of anonymes; and, even had there not, the provocation was such as to make it physically impossible to pass over this 'Tis a sad business; and epoch of triumphant tameness. after all, I shall think higher of rhyme and reason, and very humbly of your heroic people, till Elba becomes a volcano, and sends him out again. I can't think it is ali over yet.”] |