Yet MEWL thou still. Shall my lord's dormouse die, And low in dust without a requiem lie! No, MEWL thou still and while thy d--'s join, 125 Their melancholy symphonies to thine, NOTES. Εδουιν προλογίζει. "On the circumstance of a mastiff's running furi"ously, sad dog! towards two young ladies, and upon "coming up to them, becoming instantly gentle, good "dog! and tractable." Tantum ad narrandum argumentum est benignitas. "When Orpheus took his lyre to hell, "On that same thing he pleas'd so well, "Besides in books it may be read, "But here we can with justice say "That nature rivals art, "He sang a mastiff's rage away, "You look'd one thro' the heart." Fecit EDWIN. My righteous verse shall labour to restore The well-earn'd fame it robb'd them of before. Drop from the gentle mouths of Vaughan and Co. To this or that, henceforth no more confin'd, Shall, like a surname, take in all the kind. 131 Right! cry the brethren. When the heaven- born muse 135 Shames her descent, and for low earthly views, 140 NOTES. (1) Cesario. In the Baviad (p. 45) there are a few stanzas of a most delectable ode to an owl. They were ascribed to Arno: nor was I conscious of any mistake, 'till I received a polite note from that gentleman, assuring me that he was not only not the author of them; but (horresco referens) that he thought them "execrable." Mr. Bell, on the other hand, affirms them to be "admirable.' LORENZO, (4) REUBEN, (5) spare: far be the thought Of interest, far from them. Unbribed, unbought, NOTES. "Who shall decide when doctors disagree?" Be this as it may, I am happy to say that I have discovered the true author. They were written by Cesario; and as I rather incline to Mr. Bell, pace Arnô dixerim, I shall make no scruple of laying the remainder of this "mellifluous piece" before my reader. "Slighted love the soul subduing, "Soothing those fond dreams of pleasure "Fearless o'er the whiten'd billows, "CESARIO." They pour* from their big breast's prolific zone, NOTES. Though I flatter myself I have good sense and taste enough to see, and admire the peculiar beauties of this ode, yet a regard for truth obliges me to declare they are not original. They are taken (with improvements, I confess) from a most beautiful "Song by a "person of quality" in Pope's Miscellanies. This, though it detracts a little from Cesario's inventive powers, still leaves him the praise (no mean one) of having gone beyond that great poet, in what he probably considered as the ne plus ultra of ingenuity. Venimus ad summum fortunæ! Mr. Greathead equals Shakspeare, Mrs. Robinson surpasses Milton, and Cesario outdoes Pope in that very performance, which he vainly imagined so complete as to take away all desire of imitating, all possibility of excelling it! "O favoured clime! O happy age!" (2) Carlos. I have nothing of this gentleman (a most pertinacious scribbler in the Oracle) but the following" Sonnet:" luckily, however, it is so ineffably stupid, that it will more than satisfy any reader but Mr. Bell's. To souls like theirs'; as Anna's youth inspires, 145 As Laura's graces kindle fierce desires, NOTES. "ON A LADY'S PORTRAIT. "Oft hath the poet hailed the breath of morn, “That wakens nature with the voice of spring, "And oft, when purple summer feeds the lawn, "Hath fancy touched him with her procreant "wing. "Full frequent has he bless'd the golden beam "Which yellow autumn glowing spreads around, “And tho' pale winter press'd a paly gleam, "Fresh in his breast was young description "found I can copy no more-Job himself would lose all patience here. Instead, therefore, of the remainder of this incomprehensible trash, I will give the reader a string of judicious observations by Mr. T. Vaughan. "Bruyere says, he will allow that good writers are scarce enough, but adds, and justly, that good "critics are equally so: which reminds our correspon"dent also of what the Abbé Trublet writes, speaking "of professed critics, where he says, if they were "obliged to examine authors impartially—there "would be fewer writers in this way. Was this to be "the liberal practice adopted by our modern critics, |