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But wheresoe'er the eye delighted rove,
But all too long a truant from my theme, I mark the sparkles, not pursue the stream. Now comes the Man who has for verse no ear, For lore no reverence, and for wit no fear ; Burly and bluff, in St John's vacant place, The land's new leader lifts his jovial face. Alas! poor Nine-a dreary time for you ! King George the First, Sir ROBERT WALPOLE too ! Sir Robert waits ;-those shrewd coarse features scan, How strong the sense, how English is the man ! English, if left to all plain sense bestows, And stripp'd of all that Man to genius owes. He sets no flowers, but each dry stubble gleansStatesman in ends, but huxter in the meansBoldly he nears his hacks, extends the cbaff, And flings the halter with an ostler's laugh. Corruptly frank, he buys or bullies all, And is what placemen style" the practical." Is this man eloquent? The man creates New ground, now ours—the level of debates. Eloquent ?-Yes, in parliamentary sense, The skilful scorn of what seems eloquence ; Adroit, familiar, fluent, easy, free, And each quick point as quick to seize as see ; Shielding the friend, but covering from the foe, And ne'er above his andience nor below : Arm'd in finance, blow up with facts the speech, And rows of figures bristle in the breach. Soft in his tones, seductive in his sighs, When doom'd to take “a vote upon supplies;" At times a proser, at no time a prater, And six feet high-in short, a great debater.
And is that all ?–Nay, truth must grant much more ;
Far livelier wit, which malice more refines,
With wit as piercing, but in words more chaste, That steal their blow, and never wound the taste. His Thyrsus sword, in classic wreaths conceald, Charms and persuades Hortensian CHESTERFIELD. Too slight to jostle with the Burghers' crowd, With tones too well bred when the roar is loud,
*“How many Martials were in Pulteney lost !"--POPE.
Form'd for the air patrician calm affords,
High above each in genius, lore, and fire, With mind of muscles which no toil could tire, With lips that seem'd like Homer's gods to quaff From nectar-urns the unextinguished laugh, Frank with the mirth of souls divinely strong, CARTERET's large presence floats from out the throng. What earlier school this grand comedian rear'd ? His first essays no crowds less courtly cheer'd. From learned closets came a sauntering sage, Yawn'd, smil'd, and spoke, and took by storm the age : Who that can hear him, and on business, speak, Would dream he lunch'd with BENTLEY upon Greek, And will to-night with Hutcheson regale on The feast of Reason in the tough To Kalon. With what rich spoils the full life overflows; His genius gilds, because his nature glows; Call it not versatile, but, like the sun, Fix'd and the same whate'er it beams upon ; Fix'd and the same not less because it calls Colour from things on which, as light, it falls.
Pass by the lesser, not inglorious host; Awed, they shrink back; arise, majestic ghost ! Lo, the great Arts' unrivalled master one, The mightier Father of the mighty Son! Like hero myths before the Homeric time, Looms the vast form-if vague, the more sublime; That pomp of speech but such memorial leaves, As the gone storm with which the wave still heaves; Or as, on hills remote, the cloudy wreath, Flush'd with the giant sun that sank beneath. Yet it is not by words that critics praise, Nor yet by deeds which after-judgment weighs With ounce and scruple in impartial scales, That a great soul, like a great truth, prevails. Apart from what is said and what is done, There is a force by which the world is won, Born in men's destined ruler !— Reason balts To gauge the merits or assess the faults,
While forth unguess'd magnetic influence flows,
Our fathers tell us what their fathers told, How from those lips the glorious cataract rolld; And while its scorn all barrier swept away, Each wave the roughest still flash'd back the day. The effect sublime ; the cause why fritter down? Did stage-craft teach the mode to wear the crown ? Learn'd he from Roscius in what folds to bring The imperial purple :-was he less the king ? “Actor" you call him ; yes, with inborn ease What labour made divine Demosthenes ; Tones with the might of music at their choice, The front august, the eye itself a voice, These Nature gave ; did care the rest impart, Nature herself were chaos without art. Was it a fault, if cowering Senates shook, Thrill'd by a whisper, spellbound by a look? Or could the gesture dazzle and control, Save as it launch'd some lightning of the soul ? Others take force froin judgment, fancy, thought, CHATHAM from passion; for its voice he sought Sounds rolling large as waves of stormy song, By pride made stately, but by anger strong; To colder lips he left the words that teach ; He awed and crush'd-the Æschylus of speech.
Hush ! let that form the long perspective close, In marble calm the Olympian kings repose ; Place on his throne the thunder-lord of all, To end the vista and complete the hall; And as ye turn with reverent steps to tread Galleries that niche the less majestic dead, Retain that noble image in the heart, And, your own selves made nobler, so depart. Thus when the Greek, enshrined in Elis, saw The Zeus that Phidias shaped for human awe, The Power but bent above him from its throne A front that lifted to the stars his own; Back from the shrine to active life he brought The sacred influence in the statelier thought, More nerved to high design and dauntless deed, To front the Agora or repel the Mede.
CHAPTER I.-EARLY DAYS.
PAILOSOPHERS have often disputed damsels so sadly situated can resist. and men of the world debated as to Why blame them, if, never having the station in life which, under or- known what love is—never having dinary circumstances, is most likely surrendered their hearts with maiden to insure the happiness of a human fear and trembling to the keeping of being ; but I am not aware that the others-never having been beloved, controversy has resulted in any gen- or solicited, they yield to the pareneral agreement. The majority, I sus- tal solicitation, and stand, bedecked pect, if some beneficent fairy gave with lace and orange-flowers, before them the option of choosing, would the altar, promising in the face of decide in favour of ten thousand a- God and man thenceforward to obey, year, or it may be a little more, with serve, love, honour, and keep, in sicksome hereditary title of honour cor- ness and in health, some vulgar milresponding to the amount of the for- lionaire of advanced age, who, in tune. Few would content them- manners and learning, is decidedly selves with “that thousand” which, inferior to the valet who serves and in this country, is amply sufficient despises him? Is it necessary to for the wants and reasonable luxu- say that, through money, a fool can ries of existence; very few, indeed, get into Parliament far more easily would name five hundred as their than the wisest man of the age, if so ultimatum ; and none but a stray be that the latter is deficient in the Apemantus, or a wayward cynic with purse? Yes, Mammon! of all the strong eccentric tendencies, would re- spirits that fell, thou hast the decided strict himself to a crust and liberty. ascendancy in this commercial age of
Let not the reader suppose that I enlightenment. Belial is but thy have confounded two separate things, subordinate, for his best votaries own station and fortune. In this happy superior allegiance to thee; Asmoland of ours, which is becoming every deus, poor scoffing imp, cannot sneer year more and more weaned from thee down; and Mephistopheles is aristocratic prejudice, fortune and never sure of his victim without thy station are as nearly as possible sy- confirmation and assistance ! nonymous. Let a man have but
Possibly, reader, you may deem me money enough, and, unless he is an a hypocrite when I protest that I absolute idiot, he need not despair of never have been covetous of wealth, working his way to the peerage, and or have entertained any desire to rise sitting one day on the same bench above a middle station. Neverwith the representative of the oldest theless, I aver upon soul and conbarony of England. Be his origin science, keeping in view that the what it may, money will buy him a knowledge of one's-self is the most fair wife. Not in Circassia only is difficult and deceptive of all possible there a trade in such commodities. sciences, that such is the case. I am, Money, in the ears of a dowerless God be thanked, a sincere Christian girl, who has been hawked season in belief; and, so far as the weakness after season from one watering-place of humanity will allow, and praying to another without attracting an for that grace and assistance which, offer, means diamonds, a house in if fervently implored, will not be withLondon, a handsome equipage,
a box held, I strive
that my practice shall at the opera, independent pin-money, be in some conformity with my and other things having a close con- belief. “Give me neither poverty nection with the pomp and vani- nor riches ; feed me with food conveties of this wicked world, which few nient for me,” is a good, wise, and