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Borne on the breath of hyperborean gales,
WALTZ.

From Hamburg's port (while Hamburg yet had mails)
Ere yet unlucky fame-compell’d to creep

To snowy Gottenburg-was chill'd to sleep:
Muse of the many-twinkling feet !3 whose charms Or, starting from her slumbers, deign'd arise,
Are now extended up from legs to arms;

Heligoland! to stock thy mart with lies; TERPSICBORE!--too long misdeem'd a maid

While unburnt Moscows yet had news to send, Reproachful terin- bestow'd but to upbraid

Nor owed her fiery exit to a friend,
Henceforth in all the bronze of brightness shine, She came-Waltz came—and with her certain sets
The least a vestal of the virgin Nine.

Of true dispatches, and as true gazettes :
Far be from thee and thine the name of prude; Then flamed of Austerlitz the blest dispatch
Mockd, yet triumphant; sneer'd at, unsubdued; Which Moniteur nor Morning Post can match ;
Thy legs must move to conquer as they fly,

And-almost crush'd beneath the glorious news, If but thy coats are reasonably high ;

Ten plays, and forty tales of Kotzebue's ; Thy breast—if bare enough-requires no shield; One envoy's letters, six composer's airs, Dance forth-sans armour thou shalt take the field, And loads from Frankfort and from Leipsic fairs ; And owo-impregnable to most assaults,

Meiner's four volumes upen womankind, Thy not too lawfully begotten « Waltz.»

Like Lapland witches to ensure a wind;

Brunck's heaviest tome for ballast, and to back it, Hail nimble nymph! to whom the young hussar, Of Heyné, such as should not sink the packet. The whisker'd votary of waltz and war

Fraught with this cargo-and her fairest freight, His night devotes, despite of spur and boots,

Delightful Waltz, ou tiptoe for a mate,
A sight upmatch'd since Orpheus and his brutes : The welcome vessel reach'd the genial strand,
Hail, spirit-stirring Waltz !-beneath whose banners And round her flock'd the daughters of the land.
A modern hero fought for modish manners;

Not decent David, when, before the ark,
On Hounslow's heath to rival Wellesley's 4 fame, His grand pas-seul excited some remark;
Cock'd-fired—and miss'd his man—but gain'd his aim. Not love-lorn Quixote, when his Sancho thought
Hail moving muse! to whom the fair one's breast The knight's fandango friskier than it ought;
Gives all it can, and bids us take the rest.

Not soft Herodias, when with winning tread
Oh! for the flow of Busby, or of Fitz,

Her nimble feet danced off another's bead; The latter's loyalty, the former's wits,

Not Cleopatra on her galley's deck, To « energise the object I pursue,»

Display'd so much of leg, or more of neck, And give both Belial and his dance their due!

Than thou, ambrosial Waltz, when first the moon

Belield thee twirling to a Saxon tune! Imperial Waltz! imported from the Rhine

To you—ye husbands of ten years! whose brows (Famed for the growth of pedigrees and wine), Ache with the annual tributes of a spouse; Long be thine import from all duty free,

To you of nine years less—who only bear And lock itself be less esteem'd than thee;

The budding sprouts of those that you shall wear, In some few qualities alike for hock

With added ornaments around them rolld, Improves our cellarthou our living stock.

Of native brass, or law-awarded gold; The head to hock belongs—thy subtler art

To you, ye matrons, ever on the watch Intoxicates alone the heedless heart:

To mar a son's, or make a daughter's match!
Through the full veins thy gentler poison swims, To you, ye children of-whom chance accords-
And wakes to wantonness the willing limbs.

Always the ladies, and sometimes their lords ;
To

you-ye single gentlemen, who seek Oh, Germany! how much to thee we owe,

Torments for life, or pleasures for a week; As heaven-born Pitt can testify below;

As Love or Hymen your endeavours guide,
Ere cursed confederation made thee France's,

To gain your own, or snatch another's bride;
And only left us thy d--d debts and dances ; To one and all the lovely stranger came,
Of subsidies and Hanover bereft,

And every ball-room echoes with her name.
We bless thee still- for George the Third is left!
Of kings the best and last, not least in worth,
For graciously begetting George the Fourth.

Endearing Waltz—to thy more melting tune
To Germany, and highnesses serene,

Bow Irish jig and ancient rigadoon; Wbo owe us millions—don't we owe the queen?

Scotch reels avaunt! and, country-dance, forego To Germany what owe we not besides?

Your future claims to each fantastic toe: So oft bestowing Brunswickers and brides;

Waltz-Waltz alone-both legs and arms demands, Who paid for vulgar, with her royal blood,

Liberal of feet, and lavish of her hands; Drawn from the stem of each Teutonic stud:

Hands which may freely range in public sight Who sent us—so be pardon'd all her faults

Where ne'er before-but-pray « put out the light.» A dozen dukes-some kings—a queen--and Waltz. Methinks the glare of yonder chandelier

Shines much too far-or I am much too near; But peace to ber-her emperor and diet,

And true, though strange-Waltz whispers this remark, Though now transferr'd to Bonaparte's « fiat;»

My slippery steps are safest in the dark !» Back to my theme-O Muse of motion! say,

But here the muse with due decorum halts, How first to Albion found thy Waltz her way? And lends lier longest petticoat to Waltz.

Observant travellers! of every time; Ye quartos, publish'd upon every chime; O say shall dull Romaika's heavy round, Fandango's wriggle, or Bolero's bound; Can Egypt's Almasb-tantalizing groupColumbia's caperers to the warlike whoopCan auglit froin cold kamschatka to Cape Horn With Waltz compare, or after Walız be borne? Ah, no! from Morier's pages down to Gali's, Each tourist pens a paragraph for « Waltz.»

Shades of those belles, whose reigo began of yore,
With George the Third's-and ended long before-
Though in your daughters' daughters yet you thrive,
Burst from your lead, and be yourselves alive!
Back to the ball-room speed your spectred host:
Fool's paradise is dull to that you lost.
No treacherous powder bids conjecture quake;
No stiff starch'd stays make meduling fingers ache;
(Transferrd to those ambiguous things that ape
Goals in their visage, 7 women in their shape);
No damsel faints when rather closely pressid,
But more caressing seems whien most caress'd;
Superfluous hartshorn, and reviving salts,
Both banish'd by the sovereign cordial, « Walız.»

The ball begins—the honours of the house
First duly done by daughter or by spouse,
Some potentate--or royal or serene-
With K-is gay grace, or sapient G-51-r's mien,
Leads forth the ready dame, whose rising flush
Might once have been mistaken for a blush.
From where the garb just leaves the bosom free,
That spot where hearts'2 were once supposed to be;
Round all the confines of the yielded waist,
The strangest hand may wander undisplaced;
The lady's in return may grasp as much
As princely paunches offer to her touch.
Pleased round the chalky floor how well they trip,
One hand reposing on the royal hip;
The other to the shoulder no less royal
Ascending with affection truly loyal :
Thus front to front the partners move or stand,
The foot may rest, but none withdraw the hand;
And all in turn may follow in their rank,
The Earl of Asterisk-and Lady Blank;
Sir Such a one- with those of fashion's host,
For whose blest surnames-vide « Morning Post;»
(Or if for that impartial print too late,
Search Doctors' Commons six months from my date).
Thus all and each, in movement swift or slow,
The genial contact gently undergo;
Till some might marvel, with the modest Turk,
If « nothing follows all this palming work ?»13
True, honest Mirza-you may trust my rhyme-
Something does follow at a filter time;
The breast, thus publicly resign d to man,
In private may resist him-if it can.

Seductive Waltz!-though on thy native shore
Even Werter's self proclaim'd thee half a whore;
Werter-lo decent vice though much inclined,
Yet warm, not wanton; dazzled, but not blind -
Though gentle Genlis, in her strife with Stael,
Would even proseribe thee from a Paris ball;
The fashion bails -- 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 mv strain exalts,
And rhyme finds partner rhyme in praise of a Walız.»

O ye! who loved our grandmothers of yore,
F-12-1--k, Sh-r--n, and many more!
And thou, my prince, whose sovereign taste and will
It is to love the lovely beldames still;
Thou, ghost of Q---! whose judging sprite
Satan may spare to peep a single night,
Pronounce-if ever in your days of bliss,
Asmodeus struck so brighe a stroke as this;
To teach the young ideas how to rise,
Flush in the cheek and languish in the eyes;
Rusli to the heart and lighten through the frame,
With half-lold wish and ill-dissembled flame :
For prurient nature still will storm the breast
Who, tempted thus, can answer for the rest?

Blest was the time Waltz chose for her début :
The court, the R--t, like herself were new -8
New face for friends, for foes some new rewards,
New ornaments for black and royal guard
New laws to hang the rogues that roard for bread;
New coins (most new), to follow those that fled;
New victories--por can we prize them less,
Though Jenky wonders at his own success;
New wars, because the old succeed so well,
That most survivors envy those who fell;
New mistresses-no, old-and yet 't is true,
Though they be old, the thing is something new;
Each new, quite new- -(except some ancient tricks),
New white - sticks, gold-sticks, broom -sticks, all new

sticks!
With vests or ribands-deck'd alike in hue,
New troopers strut, new turncoats blush in blue:
So saith the muse-my-11, what say you !
Such was the time when Waltz might best maintain
Her new preferments in this novel reign ;
Such was the time, nor ever yet was such,
Hoops are no more, and petticoats not much;
Morals and minuets, virtue and her stays,
And tell-tale powder-all have had their days.

But ye-who never felt a single thought
For what our morals are to be, or ought;
Who wisely wish the charms you view to reap,
Say-would you make those beauties quite so cheap
Hoc from the hands promiscuously applied,
Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side;
Where were the rapture then to clasp the form,
From this lewd

and lawless contact warın?
Al once love's most endearing thought resigo,
To press the band so press 'by none but thine :
To gaze upon that eye which never met
Another's ardent look without regret;
Approach the lip wbichi all without restraint,
Come near enough-if not to touch-lo taint ;
If such thou lovest- love her then no more,
Or give-like her--caresses to a score;
Her mind with these is gone, and with it go
The little left behind it to bestow.

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Voluptuous Walız! and dare I thus blaspheme? don himself would have nothing to object to such liberal
Thy bard forgot thy praises were his theme.

bastards of our Lady of Babylon. TERPSICHORE forgive !-at every ball

Note 5. Page 503, line 65. My wife now waltzes—and my daughters shall;

The patriotic arson of our amiable allies cannot be My son (or stop—'t is needless to inquire

sufficiently commended nor subscribed for. Amongst These little accidents should ne'er transpire;

other details omitted in the various dispatches of our Somes ages hence our genealogic trec

eloquent ambassador, he did not state (being too much Will wear as green a bough for him as me),

occupied with the exploits of Colonel C--, in swimWaltzing shall rear, to make our name amends,

ming rivers frozen, and galloping over roads impassGrandsons for me--in heirs to all his friends.

able), that one entire province perished by famine in

the most melancholy manner, as follows:- In General
NOTES.

Rostopchin's consummate conflagration, the consump-
tion of tallow and train oil was so great, that the market

was inadequate to the demand : and thus one hundred
Note 1. Page 502, line 36.

and thirty-three thousand persons were starved to death, State of the poll (last day) 5.

by being reduced to wholesome diet! The lamplighters

of London have since subscribed a pint (of oil) a piece, Note 2. page 502, line 36.

and the tallow-chandlers have unanimously voted a My latin is all forgotten, if a man can be said to have quantity of best moulds (four to the pound) to the reforgotten what he never remembered; but I bought lief of the surviving Scythians—the scarcity wil soon, my title-page motto of a Catholic priest for a three by such exertions, and a proper attention to the quality shilling bank token, after much haggling for the even

rather than the quantity of provision, be totally allesixpence. I grudged the money to a papist, being all viated. It is said, in return, that the untouched Ukraine for the memory of Perceval, and « no popery;” and has subscribed sixty thousand beeves for a day's meal quite regretting the downfal of the

pope,
because we

to our suffering manufacturers. can't burn him any more.

Note 6. Page 504, line 5.
Note 3. Page 503, line 1.

Dancing - girls—who do for liire what Walız doth
· Glance their many-twinkling feet.:-Gaar.

gratis. Note 4. Page 503, line 21.

Note 7. Page 504, line 20. To rival Lord W.'s, or his nephew's, as the reader

It cannot be complained now, as in the Lady Bauspleases :--the one gained a pretty woman, whom he sicre's time, of the « Sieur de la Croix,» that there be deserved, by fighting for ; and the other has been fight

« no whiskers;» but how far these are indications of ing in the Peniusula many a long day, w by Shrewsbury valour in the field, or elsewhere, may still be questionclock,» without gaining any thing in that country but

able. Much may be and hath been avouched on both the title of « the Great Lord,» and « the Lord,» which

sides. In the olden time philosophers had whiskers savours of profacation, having been hitherto applied

and soldiers none-Scipio himself was shaven-Hanonly to that Being, to whom « Te Deums» for carnage nibal thought his one eye handsome enough without are the rankest blasphemy. It is to be presumed the

a beard; but Adrian, the Emperor, wore a beard general will one day return to his Sabine farm, there

(having warts on his chin, which neither the Empress
• To tame the genius of the stubborn plain,

Sabina, por even the courtiers could abide)—Turenne
Almost as quickly as he conquer'd Spain !

had whiskers, Marlborough none-Buonaparte is un-
The Lord Peterborough conquered continents in a whiskered, the R-- whiskered; « argal,» greatness of
summer; we do more-we contrive both to conquer mind and whiskers may or may not go together : but
and lose them in a shorter season. If the « great Lord's» certainly the different occurrences, since the growth of
Cincinnatian progress in agriculture be no speedier the last-mentioned, go further in behalf of whiskers
than the proportional average of time in Pope's coupler, than the anathema of Anselm did against long hair in
it will, according to the farmer's proverb, be « plough- the reign of Henry I.
ing with dogs.»

Formerly red was a favourite colour. See Lodowick By the by-one of this illustrious person's new titles Barrey's comedy of Ram Alley, 1661, act I. scene i. is forgotten-it is, however, worth remembering—«Sal

Taffeta. Now, for a wager-What coloured beard vador del mundo!» credite, posteri! If this be the

comes next by the window? appellation annexed by the inhabitants of the Peninsula

« Adriana. A black man's, I think. to the name of a man who has not yet saved them

« Taffeta. I think not so: I think a red, for that query-are they worth saving even in this world ? for,

is most in fashion.» according to the mildest modifications of any Christian

There is « nothing new under the sun ;» but red, creed, those three words make the odds much against then a favourite

, has now subsided into a favourite's them in the next.-- « Saviour of the orld,» quotha !

colour. it were to be wished that he, or any one else, could save a corner of it-his country. Yet this stupid misnomer,

Note 8. Page 504, line 40. although it shows the near connexion between super- An anachronism-Waltz, and the battle of Austerlitz stition and impiety, so far has its use, that it proves are before said to have opened the ball together ; the there can be little to dread from those Catholics (in- bard means (if he means any thing), Waltz was not so quisitorial Catholics too) who can confer such an ap- much in vogue till the R--1 attained the acme of pellation on a Protestant. suppose next year he will his popularity. Waltz, the comet, whiskers, and the be entitled the « Virgin Mary:» if so, Lord George Gor- new government, illuminated heaven and earth, in ali

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ibeir glory, much about the same time; of these the service (being already in the R--ts): it would not be comet only las disappeared; the other three continue fair to back any peculiar initial against the alphabet, to astonish us still.

as every month will add to the lists now entered for the PRINTER'S DEVIL. sweepstakes-a distinguished consonant is said to be Note 9. Page 504, line 44.

the favourite, much against the wishes of the knowing Amongst others a new pinepence---a creditable coin now forthcoming, worth a pound, in paper, at the fair

Note 12. Page 504, line 70. est calculation.

« We have changed all that,” says the Mock Doctor,

a't is all gone - Asmodeus knows where. After all, it Note 10. l'age 104, line 51.

is of no great importance how women's hearts are dis«Oh that right should thus overcome might!» Who posed of; they have nature's privilege to distribute them does not remember the « delicate Investigation in the as absurdly as possible. But there are also some men « Merry Wives of Windsor ?»

with hearts so thoroughly bad, as to remind us of those Ford. Pray you come near; if I suspect without phenomena often mentioned in natural history; viz. a cause, why then make sport at me; then let me be mass of solid stone-only to be opened by force-and your jest; I deserve it. How now? whither bear you when divided, you discover a toad in the centre, lively, this?

and with the reputation of being venomous.» Mrs Ford. What have you to do whither they bcar

Note 13. Page 504, line go. it?—you were best meddle with buck-washing.»

In Turkey a pertinent-here an impertinent and Note 11. Page 504, line 56.

superfluous question-literally put, as in the text, by The gentle, or ferocious reader, may fill up the blank a Persian to Morier, on seeing a waltz in Pera.- Pide as he pleases —there are several dissyllabic names at his Morier's Travels.

The Lament of Tasso.

ADVERTISEMENT.

And lasteless food, which I have eat alone
Till its unsocial bitterness is gone;

And I can banquet like a beast of prey,
Ar Ferrara (in the library) are preserved the original Sulleu and lonely, couching in the cave
MSS. of Tasso's Gierusalemme and of Guarini's Pastor

Wbich is my lair, and-it may be-my grave.

All this hath somewhat worn me, and may wear, Fido, with letters of Tasso, ouc from Titian to Ariosto, and the inkstand and chair, the tomb and the house of But must be borne. I stoop not to despair ; the latter. But as misfortune has a greater interest for

For I lave battled with mine agony, posterity, and little or none for the contemporary, the cell and made me wings wherewiti to overly

The narrow circus of my dungeon-wall, where Tasso was confued in the hospital of St Anna altracts a more fixed attention than the residence or the And freed the Holy Sepulchre from thrall; monument of Ariosto-at least it had this effect on me.

And revell'd among men and things divine,

And pour d my spirit over Palestine, There are two inscriptions, one on the outer gate, the second over the cell itself, inviting, unnecessarily, the The God who was on earth and is in heaven,

In honour of the sacred war for liim, wonder and the indiquation of the spectator. Ferrara is

For he hath strengthen'd me in heart and linıb. much decayed and depopulated; the castle still exists en

That through this sufferance I might be forgiven, tire; and I saw the court where Parisina and Hugo were beheaded, according to the anual of Gibbon.

I have employ'd my penance lo record
How Salem's shrine was won, and how adored.

THE LAMENT OF TASSO.

Ii.

L.
Long years! - It tries the thrilling frame to bear
And eagle-spirit of a child of sony-
Long years of outrage, calumny, and wrong;
Imputed madness, prisond solitude,
And the mind's canker in its savage mood,
When the impatient thirst of light and air
Parches the heart; and the abhorred grate,
Marring the sunbeams with its hideous shade,
Works through the throbbing eye-ball to the brain
With a hot sense of heaviness and pain;
And bare, at once, captivity display'd
Stands scofling through the never-open'd gate,
Which nothing through its bars admits, save day

But this is o'er-my pleasant task is done:
My long-sustaining friend of many years!
If I do blot lliy final page with tears,
Know that my sorrows have wrung from me none.
But thou, my young crcation! my soul's child!
Which ever playing round me came and smiled,
And woo'd me from myself with thy sweet sight,
Thou too art gone--and so is my delight:
And therefore do I weep and inly bleed
With this last bruise upon a broken reed.
Thou too art ended-wbat is left me now!
For I have anguish yet to bear-and bow!
I know not that--but in the innate force
Of my own spirits shall be found resource,
I have not sunk, for I had no remorse,

Nor cause for such: they call'd me inad--and why? Thy brother hates — but I can not detest,
Oh Leonora! wilt not thou reply?

Thou pitiest nol-but I can not forsake.
I was indeed delirious in my heart
To lift my love so lofty as thou art;

V.
But still my frenzy was not of the mind;
I knew my fault, and feel my punishment

Look on a love which knows not to despair, Not less because I suffer it uobeni.

But all unquench'd is still my better part, That thou wert beautiful, and I not blind,

Dwelling deep in my shut and silent heart Hath been the sin which shuts me from mankind :

As dwells the gather'd lighting in its cloud, But let them go, or torture as they will,

Encompass'd with its dark and rolling shroud,

Till struck,-forth flies the all-ethereal dart! My heart can multiply thine image sull;

And thus at the collision of thy name Successful love may sate itself away,

The vivid thought sull tlashes through my frame. The wretched are the faithful; 't is their fate

And for a moment all things as they were To have all feeling save the one decay,

Flit by me;And every passion into one dilate,

;--they are gone--I am the same. As rapid rivers into ocean pour;

And yet my love without ambition grew;
But ours is fathomless, and hath no shore.

I knew thy state, my station, and I koew
A princess was no love-mate for a bard;

I told it not, I breathed it not, it was
III.

Sufficient to itself, its own reward;
Above me, hark! the long and maniac cry

And if my eyes reveal'd it, they, alas! Of minds and bodies in captivity.

Were punishi'd by the silentness of thine, And hark! the lash and the increasing howl,

And yet I did not venture to repine. And the half inarticulate blasphemy!

Thou were to me a crystal-girded shrine, There be some here with worse than frenzy foul, Worshipp'd at holy distance, and around Some who do still goad on the o'er-labour'd mind, Hallow'd and meekly kissid the saintly ground; And dim the little light that's left behind

Not for thou wert a princess, but that love With needless torture, as their tyrant will

Had robed thee with a glory, and array'd Is wound up to the lust of doing ill:

Thy lineaments in beauty that dismay'd With these and with their victims am I class'd,

Oh! not dismay'd—but awed, like One above;
Mid sounds and sights like these long years have pass'd; And in that sweet severity there was
Mid sights and sounds like these my life

may
close :

A something which all softness did surpassSo let it be--for then I shall repose.

I know not how-thy genius master'd mine-
My star stood still before thee:-if it were

Presumptuous thus to love without design,
I have been patient, let me be so yet;

That sad fatality hath cost me dear;

But thou art dearest still, and I should be I had forgotten half I would forget,

Fit for this cell, which wrongs me, but for thee. But it revives--oh! would it were my lot

The To be forgetful as I am forgot!

very love which lock'd me to my chain

llath lighten'd half its weight; and for the rest, Feel I not wroth with those who bade me dwell In this vast lazar-house of many woes!

Though heavy, lent me vigour to sustain,

And look to thee with undivided breast,
Where laughter is not mirth, nor thought the mind,

And foil the ingenuity of pain.
Nor words a language, nor ev'n men mankind;
Where cries reply to curses, shrieks to blows,

VI.
And each is tortured in his separatc hell-
For we are crowded in our solitudes-

It is no marvel-from my very birth
Many, but each divided by the wall,

My soul was drunk with love, which did pervade Which echoes Madness in her babbling moods ;- And mingle with whate'er I saw on earth ; While all can hear, none heed his neighbour's call- Of objects all inanimate I made None! save that Oue, the veriest wretch of all,

Idols, and out of wild and lonely flowers, Who was not made to be the mate of these,

And rocks, whereby they grew, a paradise, Nor bound between distraction and disease.

Where I did lay me down within the shade Feel I not wroth with those who placed me here? Of waving trees, and dream'd uncounted hours, Who have debased me in the minds of men,

Though I was chid for wandering; and the wise Debarring me the usage of my own,

Shook their white aged heads o'er me, and said Blighting my life in best of its carcer,

Of such materials wretched men were made, Branding my thoughts as things to shun and fear? And such a truant boy would end in woe, Would I not pay them back these pangs again, And that the only lesson was a blow; And teach them inward sorrow's stifled groan? And then they smole me, and I did not weep, The struggle to be calm, and cold distress,

But cursed them in my heart, and to my haunt Which undermines our stoical success?

Return'd and wept alone, and dream'd again No!-still too proud to be vindictive-1

The visions which arise without a sleep. Have pardou'd princes' insults, and would die.

And with my years my soul began to pant Yes, sister of my sovereign! for thy sake

With feelings of strange tumult and soft pain; I weed all bitterness from out my breast

And the whole heart exhaled into one want, It hath no business where thou art a guest,

But undefined and wandering, till the day

IV.

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