a 
1825) 
half way through even that portion of his 
task here noticed. The apologist adopts 
the stanza, and imitates the style of his ori- 
ginal; and the imitation is very like: as 
like as ehampagne that has stood an hour in 
the glass, is to champagne fresh foaming 
from the bottle. The following are two of 
the best stanzas we met with; and we do 
not mean to say~that, as stanzas, they are 
not good ; or that there are not many others 
equally as good as they. They follow the 
quotation of that beautiful exclamation of: 
Lord Byron’s on the scenery of Italy, “Ave 
Maria,” &c. The apologist thus pursues 
the idea: : 
««’Twas notin Italy, nor Greece, ’tis true, 
But further north, I felt as ’'ve related ; 
Yet scenes in our own clime we sometimes view, 
By this description not at all o’er-rated, 
That yield ‘‘ emotions beautiful and new,” 
And overpowering, as above I’ve stated ; 
When earth, and sky, all voiceless, seem to raise 
Their tribute of unutterable praise. 
I'm not a traveller, as his lordship is, 
And so cannot appreciate his preference 
Of other climes and countries, though to his 
Opinion I shall always pay due deference : 
Still, on the whole, I’m satisfied with this, 
My native country; and if I go ever hence 
To shores remote, I don’t expect to find 
A dearer spot than that I leave behind. 
However our English feelings may echo to 
this, and however pleased we might be with 
several other passages, what shall we say to 
the monotonous current of that Poet’s mind 
(and what further proof can we want of its 
monotony?) which flows_just in the same 
strain through the descriptive, the satirical 
and the pathetic ? and who in the superadded 
“ Stanzas on the Death of Lord Byron,” 
in which he obviously intends to be eulogisti- 
cally dirgeful, moulds his mournful stanza 
~ ‘thus ?— 
«* But shall not Britain mourn her mighty bard ? 
What though her wayward, moodish child she 
found him ?— 
Tho’ while he lived she shew'd but small regard 
For one who scatter’d satire’s darts around him— 
Not sparing ev’n his country—(which was hard)— 
Yet he, no doubt, had many things to wound him ; 
And Britain, while she weaves the cypress wreath, 
Will moum her bard who now lies mute in death. 
‘ 
This is not the genuine voice of poetic in- 
spitation—which is always in sympathetic 
unison with the feeling. In fact, the pro- 
sai¢. run of the lines which in Lord Byron’s 
Don Juan, &c. is assumed, is the natural 
ecessary tone of the apologist’s mind, 
4 no more get out of it in the pa- 
ic or the sublime than in the ludicrous : 
s his, few, additional poems. The 
@ ig ofPharaoh and his host in the 
RnR 
ed Sea (a subject surely sufficiently sublime 
é Hee 2 elevate the style, if the spirit 
self cquld spar) is thus rhythmed : 
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351 
«* So may oppression pe ,!sh—so 
May pride and cruelty be broken : 
And let earth’s haughty tyrants know, 
In thine, of their own doom the token.” 
Amen! say we to the sentiment : but if 
it had pleased “the gods to make us 
poetical” upon such an occasion, we sus- 
pect that they would not have tuned our 
organs to a Scotch jig. . 
The Marauder: two Epistles in Verse on 
Trish Affairs. 8vo.—This pamphlet appears 
anonymously. But we believe we hazard 
nothing in attributing it to a Mr. Grady; 
whose satiric effusions have already 
been objects both of curiosity and animad~ 
version. He does not on the present 
occasion seem to haye lost any portion of 
his poignancy: of which we will present 
our readers with a taste or two—though 
some of his ingredients are rather too 
spicy for our dish. The first epistle is de- 
voted to the service of the church; at the 
outset of which he takes care to let us 
know that he 
«monarchy loves, 
And Religion upholds, while the Church he re- 
proves.” 
** Its firstshock it got when, resolved to be great, 
The Church became linked with the temporal state ¢ 
Then followed—more fatal—(deny it, I charge ye) 
The rapacity, pride, and the lives of the clergy!!! 
Read St. Paul and St. Matthew—I ask for no mores 
Then look at Magee in his carriage and four.” 
He then pays his compliments to the 
parson, who spends his days among grooms, 
hounds and dog-boys :— 
*« Then at night when first fiddle he plays for the 
squire, 
And by ribaldry pays for his port and his fire; 
Where, excited by cheers of the assembled vicinity, 
He bears off the prize in the race of obscenity. 
High in biood now, he runs the whole circle of vice, 
But swears most at hazard, when trundling the dice; 
And o’er punch after supper diploma he takes, 
In this school of religion, from bumpkins and rakes- 
What an embryo bishop, this high-mettled spark,» 
To receive consecration from Mary Anne Clarke!” 
Or from her who succeeded—the creative and airy, 
Who makes bishops and gen’rals—the fair mistress 
Carey.” 4 
In the second epistle, the high and 
mighty of the laity are not handled more 
sparingly. He thus refers (for the sake 
of drawing a parallel with the state of 
Treland) to the loss of America :— ' 
** But how came the dispute? I forgot—let us see— 
’T was a mere etiquette as to taking one’s tea. 
With the cup in his hand, sulky Jonathan sips; 
George the Third rudely dashes the cup from his 
lips. LS 
So the Irish now say, when rejected their pray’rs, 
His son Fred’rick, and Eldon, have dash’d it from 
their's. ea 5 
They tried, in America, feath’ring and tarring; ' 
And we had some threshing, some carding, ‘and 
sparring. lel 99, 
Will the recent events our rude manners amend? } 
We began like America—how shall weend,? ». ; 
To those who are not squeamish/about 
a little personality in, satires this willbe a 
bon bouche; provided also'that they are not 
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