On Hounslow's heath to rival Wellesley's (1) fame, (1) 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 Peninsula many a long day, "by Shrewsbury clock," without gaining any thing 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 are the rankest blasphemy. It is to be presumed the general will one day return to his Sabine farm; there 66 1 To tame the genius of the stubborn plain, Almost as quickly as he conquer'd Spain !' 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 66 great Lord's" Cincinnatian progress in agriculture be no speedier than the proportional average of time in Pope's couplet, it will, according to the farmers' proverb, be "ploughing with dogs." By the bye-one of this illustrious person's new titles is forgotten-it is, however, worth remembering-" Salvador del mundo!" credite, posteri! If this be the appellation annexed by the inhabitants of the Peninsula to the name of a man who 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 it shows the near connection between superstition and impiety, 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 liberal bastards of our Lady of Babylon. (2) [Among the addresses sent in to the Drury Lane Committee (see antè, p. 29.) was one by Dr. Busby, which began by asking "When energising objects men pursue, What are the prodigies they cannot do?"-E] Imperial Waltz! imported from the Rhine (Famed for the growth of pedigrees and wine), Long be thine import from all duty free, And hock itself be less esteem'd than thee; Improves our cellar. -thou our living stock. The head to hock belongs - thy subtler art Through the full veins thy gentler poison swims, Oh, Germany! how much to thee we owe, We bless thee still-for George the Third is left! Who owe us millions-don't we owe the queen? But peace to her-her emperor and diet, Though now transferr'd to Buonaparte's "fiat!" Back to my theme-O Muse of motion! say, How first to Albion found thy Waltz her way? Borne on the breath of hyperborean gales, 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; Or, starting from her slumbers, deign'd arise, Heligoland! to stock thy mart with lies; While unburnt Moscow (1) yet had news to send, Nor owed her fiery exit to a friend, She came Waltz came-and with her certain sets Of true despatches, and as true gazettes; Then flamed of Austerlitz the blest despatch, Which Moniteur nor Morning Post can match; And - almost crush'd beneath the glorious news Ten plays, and forty tales of Kotzebue's ; One envoy's letters, six composers' airs, (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 suf. fering manufacturers. Fraught with this cargo- and her fairest freight, Delightful Waltz, on tiptoe for a mate, The welcome vessel reach'd the genial strand, To you, ye husbands of ten years! whose brows Ache with the annual tributes of a spouse; Το you of nine years less, who only bear The budding sprouts of those that you shall wear, With added ornaments around them roll'd Of native brass, or law-awarded gold; Το you, ye matrons, ever on the watch To mar a son's, or make a daughter's, match; Endearing Waltz! to thy more melting tune Bow Irish jig, and ancient rigadoon. Scotch reels, avaunt! and country-dance, forego Shines much too far or I am much too near; And true, though strange-Waltz whispers this remark, "My slippery steps are safest in the dark!" But here the Muse with due decorum halts, And lends her longest petticoat to Waltz. Observant travellers of every time! yore, Shades of those belles whose reign began of With George the Third's- and ended long before! (1) Dancing girls who do for hire what Waltz doth gratis. |