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Tun'd to her murmurs by her love-sick semblances. As he did not labour swains,
the details injudiciously, so he had a Unknown in song: though not a purer clear conception of his matter as a stream,
whole. The consequence is, that the Through meads more flowery, or more romantic groves,
poem has that unity and just suborRolls towards the western main. Hail, sa
dination of parts which renders it cred flood !
easy to be comprehended at one May still thy hospitable swains be blest
view, and, on that account, more In rural innocence ; thy mountains still
agreeable than the didactic poems of Teem with the fleecy race ; thy tuneful his contemporaries, which having dewoods
tached passages of much more splenFor ever flourish ; and thy vales look gay dour, are yet wanting in those reWith painted meadows, and the golden commendations. One objection to his grain !
subject is, that it is least pleasing at Oft with thy blooming sons, when life was
that period of life when poetry is new, Sportive and petulant, and charm'd with youth is gone by, and we begin to
most so; for it is not till the glow of toys,
feel the infirmities and the coldness In thy transparent eddies have I lav'd ; Oft trac’d with patient steps thy fairy of age, that we are disposed to bebanks,
stow much attention on the Art of With the well-imitated fly to hook Preserving Health. The eager trout, and with the slender line His tragedy is worth but little. It And yielding rod, solicit to the shore appears from his Essays, that he had The struggling panting prey; while vernal formed a contracted notion of nature, clouds
as an object of imitation for the traAnd tepid gales obscur'd the ruffled pool,
gic poet; and he has failed to give And from the deeps call'd forth the wanton
à faithful representation of nature, B. iii. v. 96.
even according to his own imperfect What he has here added of his love theory. of fishing is from another passage
The two short epistles on Benevoin the Seasons.*
lence and Taste have ease and viBut his imitations of other writers, gour enough to show that he could, however frequent, have no semblance with a little practice, have written of study or labour. They seem to as well in the couplet measure as he have been self-suggested, and to have did in blank verse. If Armstrong glided tacitly and insensibly into the cannot be styled a man of genius, he current of his thoughts. This is is at least one of the most ingenious evinced by the little pains he took to of our minor poets. work upon and heighten such re
Spring, v. 376, &c.
And stretches o'er my head its sheltering green,
And seeded stalks of blossoms that have been !
To muse on distant friends in memory's eye,
Whose thoughts like echoes to our own reply;
From the black nothingness days gone by,
Ah, thus to think, the thought of death is sweet,
With loves, and friends, and feelings all to meet.
A DISSERTATION UPON ROAST PIG. MANKIND, says a Chinese manu- Much less did it resemble that of any script, which my friend M. was known herb, weed, or flower. А obliging enough to read and explain premonitory moistening at the same to me, for the first seventy thousand time overflowed his nether lip. He ages ate their meat raw, clawing or knew not what to think. He next biting it from the living animal, just stooped down to feel the pig, if there as they do in Abyssinia to this day. were any signs of life in it. He burnt This period is not obscurely hinted his fingers, and to cool them he apat by their great Confucius in the se- plied them in his booby fashion to cond chapter of his Mundane Muta- his mouth. Some of the crumbs of tions, where he designates a kind of the scorched skin had come away golden age by the term Cho-fang, li- with his fingers, and for the first time terally the Cooks' holyday. The in his life (in the world's life indeed, manuscript goes on to say, that the for before him no man had known it) art of roasting, or rather broiling he tasted-crackling! He stood in a (which I take to be the elder brother), posture of ideot wonder. Again he was accidentally discovered in the felt and fumbled at the pig. It did manner following. The swine-herd, not burn him so much now, still he Ho-ti, having gone out into the licked his fingers from a sort of habit. woods one morning, as his manner The truth at length broke into his was, to collect mast for his hogs, left slow understanding, that it was the his cottage in the care of his eldest pig that smelt so, and the pig that son Bo-bo, a great lubberly boy, who tasted so delicious; and, surrenderbeing fond of playing with fire, as ing himself up to the new-born pleayounkers of his age commonly are, sure, he fell to tearing up whole handlet some sparks escape into a bundle fuls of the scorched skin with the of straw, which kindling quickly, flesh next it, and was cramming it spread the conflagration over every down his throat in his beastly fashion, part of their poor mansion, till it was when his sire entered amid the smokreduced to ashes. Together with the ing rafters, armed with retributory cottage (a sorry antediluvian make- cudgel, and finding how affairs stood, shift of a building, you may think it), began to.rain blows upon the young what was of much more importance, rogue's shoulders, as thick as haila fine litter of new-farrowed pigs, no stones, which Bo-bo heeded not any less than nine in number, perished. more than if they had been flies. The China pigs have been esteemed a lux- tickling pleasure, which he experiury all over the East from the re- enced in his lower regions, had renmotest periods that we read of. Bo- dered him quite callous to any inbo was in the utmost consternation, conveniences he might feel in those as you may think, not so much for remote quarters. His father might the sake of the tenement, which his lay on, but he could not beat him father and he could easily build up from his pig, till he had fairly made again with a few dry branches, and an end of it, when, becoming a little the labour of an hour or two, at any more sensible of his situation, sometime, as for the loss of the pigs. thing like the following dialogue enWhile he was thinking what he sued. should say to his father, and wring- “ You graceless whelp, what have ing his hands over the smoking rem- you got there devouring ? is it not nants of one of those untimely suffer- enough that you have burnt me down ers, an odour assailed his nostrils, three houses with your dog's tricks, unlike any scent which he had be- and be hanged to you, but you must fore experienced. What could it be eating fire, and I know not what proceed" from?--not from the burnt - what have you got there, I say?" cottage-he had smelt that smell be- “ O father, the pig, the pig, do fore--indeed this was by no means come and taste how nice the burnt the first accident of the kind which pig eats.” had occurred through the negligence The ears of Ho-ti tingled with horof this unlucky young fire-brand. ror. He cursed his son, and he cursed Vol. VI.
himself that ever he should beget a ther had done before them, and nason that should eat burnt pig. ture prompting to each of them the
Bo-bo, whose scent was wonder- same remedy, against the face of all fully sharpened since morning, soon the facts, and the clearest charge raked out another pig, and fairly which judge had ever given, to the rending it asunder, thrust the lesser surprise of the whole court, townshalf by main force into the fists of folk, strangers, reporters, and all Ho-ti, still shouting out “ Eat, eat, present, without leaving the box, or eat the burnt pig, father, only taste any manner of consultation what-0 Lord,"—with such-like barba- ever, they brought in a simultaneous rous ejaculations, cramming all the verdict of Not Guilty. while as if he would choke.
The judge, who was a shrewd felHo-ti trembled every joint while low, winked at the manifest iniquity he grasped the abominable thing, of the decision; and, when the court wavering whether he should not put was dismissed, went privily, and his son to death for an unnatural bought up all the pigs that could be young monster, when the crackling had for love or money. In a few scorching his fingers, as it had done days his Lordship’s town house was his son's, and applying the same re- observed to be on fire. The thing medy to them, he in his turn tasted took wing, and now there was nothing some of its flavour, which, make what to be seen but fires in every direcsour mouths he would for a pretence, tion. Fuel and pigs grew enormously proved not altogether displeasing to dear all over the district. The inhim. In conclusion (for the manu- surance offices one and all shut up script here is a little tedious) both shop. People built slighter and father and son fairly sate down to the slighter every day, until it was fearmess, and never left off till they had ed that the very science of architecdispatched all that remained of the ture would in no long time be lost to litter.
the world. Thus this custom of Bo-bo was strictly enjoined not to firing houses continued, till in process let the secret escape, for the neigh- of time, says my manuscript, a sage bours would certainly have stoned arose, like our Locke, who made a them for a couple of abominable discovery, that the flesh of swine, or wretches, who could think of im- indeed of any other animal, might be proving upon the good meat which cooked (burnt, as they called it) God had sent them. Nevertheless, without the necessity of consuming strange stories got about. It was a whole house to dress it. Then first observed that Ho-ti's cottage was began the rude form of a gridiron. burnt down now more frequently than Roasting by the string, or spit, came ever. Nothing but fires from this in a century or two later, I forget in time forward. Some would break whose dynasty. By such slow deout in broad day, others in the night- grees, concludes the manuscript, do time. As often as the sow farrowed, the most useful, and seemingly the so sure was the house of Ho-ti to be niost obvious arts, make their way in a blaze ; and Ho-ti himself, which among mankind. was the more remarkable, instead of Without placing too implicit faith chastising his son, seemed to grow in the account ahove given, it must more indulgent to him than ever. At be agreed, that if a worthy pretext length they were watched, the ter- for so dangerous an experiment as rible mystery discovered, and father setting houses on fire (especially in and son summoned to take their trial these days) could be assigned in faat Pekin, then an inconsiderable vour of any culinary object, that assize town. Evidence was given, pretext and excuse might be found in the obnoxious food itself produced ROAST PIG. in court, and verdict about to be Of all the delicacies in the whole pronounced, when the foreman of mundus edibilis, I will maintain it to the jury, begged that some of the be the most delicate-princeps obsoburnt pig, of which the culprits niorum. stood accused, might be handed I speak not of your grown porkers into the box. He handled it, and things between pig and porkthey all handled it, and burning those hobbydehoys--but a young and their fingers, as Bo-bo and his fa- tender suckling under a moon old
-guiltless as yet of the stye-with cure—and for such a tomb might be no original speck of the amor im- content to die. munditiæ, the hereditary failing of
He is the best of sapors the first parent, yet manifest-his
Pine-apple is great. She is indeed voice as yet not broken, but some- almost too transcendant-a delight, thing between a childish treble, and if not sinful, yet so like to sinning, a grumble-the mild forerunner, or that really a tender-conscienced perpræludium, of a grunt.
son would do well to pause--too raHe must be roasted. I am not ig- vishing for mortal taste, she woundnorant that our ancestors ate them eth and excoriateth the lips that apseethed, or boiled—but what a sa- proach her-like lovers' kisses, she crifice of the exterior tegument ! biteth-she is a pleasure bordering on
There is no flavour comparable, I pain from the fierceness and insanity will contend, to that of the crisp of her relish-but she stoppeth at the tawny, well-watched, not over-roast- palate-she meddleth not with the ed, crackling, as it is well called - appetite—and the coarsest hunger the very teeth are invited to their might barter her consistently for a share of the pleasure at this banquet mutton chop. in overcoming the coy, brittle resist- Pig - let me speak his praise--is ance with the adhesive oleaginous no less provocative of the appetite,
-O call it not fat-but an inde- than he is satisfactory to the criticalfinable sweetness growing up to it, ness of the censorious palate. The the tender blossoming of 'fat-fat strong man may batten on him, and cropped in the bud-taken in the the weakling refuseth not his mild shoot—in the first innocence- the juices. cream and quintessence of the child- Unlike to mankind's mixed characpig's yet pure food the lean, no ters, a bundle of virtues and vices, lean, but a kind of animal manna- inexplicably intertwisted, and not or, rather, fat and lean (if it must be to be unravelled without hazard, 80) so blended and running into each he is good throughout. other, that both together make but of him is better or worse than anone ambrosian result, or common other. He helpeth, as far as his litsubstance.
tle means extend, all around. He Behold him, while he is doing—it is the least envious of banquets. He seemeth rather a refreshing warmth, is all neighbours' fare. than a scorching heat, that he is so I am one of those, who freely and passive to. How equably he twirl- ungrudgingly impart a share of the eth round the string !-Now he is good things of this life which fall to just done.
To see the extreme sen- their lot (few as mine are in this sibility of that tender age, he hath kind) to a friend. I protest I take wept out his pretty eyes—radiant as great an interest in my friend's jellies-shooting stars
pleasures, his relishes, and proper saSee him in the dish, his second tisfactions, as in mine own.
« Precradle, how meek he lieth !-wouldst sents," I often say, « endear Abthou have had this innocent grow up sents.” Hares, pheasants, partridges, to the grossness and indocility which snipes, barn-door chickens (those too often accompany maturer swine- “ tame villatic fowl”), capons, plohood ? Ten to one he would have vers, brawn, barrels of oysters, I disa proved a glutton, a sloven, an obsti- pense as freely as I receive them. I nate, disagreeable animal-wallow- love to taste them, as it were, upon ing in all manner of filthy conversa- the tongue of my friend. But a stop tion-from these sins he is happily must be put somewhere. One would snatched away
not, like Lear, “ give every thing.” Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,
I make my stand upon pig. MeDeath came with timely care
thinks it is an ingratitude to the
Giver of all good flavours, to extrahis memory is odoriferous—no clown domiciliate, or send out of the house, curseth, while his stomach half re- slightingly, (under pretext of friendjecteth, the rank bacon-no coal- ship, or I know not what) a blessing heaver bolteth him in reeking, sau- so particularly adapted, predestined, sages-he hath a fair sepulchre in the I may say, to my individual palategrateful stomach of the judicious epi- it argues an insensibility.
I remember a touch of conscience to see the face of that insidious, goodin this kind at school. My good old for-nothing, old grey impostor. aunt, who never parted from me at the Our ancestors were nice in their meend of a holiday without stuffing a thod of sacrificing these tender vicsweet-meat, or some nice thing, into tims. We read of pigs whipt to death my pocket, bad dismissed me one with something of a shock, as we hear evening with a smoking plumb cake, of any other obselete custom. The age fresh from the oven. In my way to of discipline is gone by, or it would school (it was over London bridge) be curious to inquire (in a philosophia grey-headed old beggar saluted cal light merely) what effect this prome (I have no doubt at this time of cess might have towards intenerating day that he was a counterfeit). I and dulcifying a substance, naturally had no pence to console him with, so mild and dulcet as the flesh of and in the vanity of self-denial, and young pigs. It looks like refining a the very coxcombry of charity, school- violet. Yet we should be cautious, boy-like, I made him a present of, while we condemn the inhumanity, the whole cake! I walked on a little, how we censure the wisdom of the buoyed up, as one is on such occa- practice. It might impart a gustosions, with a sweet soothing of self- I remember an hypothesis, argued satisfaction; but before I had got to upon by the young students, when I the end of the bridge, my better was at St. Omer s, and maintained feelings returned, and I burst into with much learning and pleasantry tears, thinking how ungrateful I had on both sides, “ Whether, supposing been to my good aunt, to go and that the flavour of a pig who obgive her good gift away to a stranger, tained his death by whipping (per that I had never seen before, and flagellationem extremam) superadded who might be a bad man for aught a pleasure upon the palate of a man I knew; and then I thought of the more intense, than any possible sufpleasure my aunt would be taking in fering we can conceive in the animal, thinking that I-I myself, and not is man justified in using that method another-would eat her nice cake- of putting the animal to death?” I and what should I say to her the forget the decision. next time I saw her-how naughty His sauce should be considered. I was to part with her pretty present Decidedly, a few bread crumbs, done -and the odour of that spicy cake up with his liver and brains, and a came back upon my recollection, and dash of mild sage. But, banish, dear the pleasure and the curiosity I had Mrs. Cook, I beseech you, the whole taken in seeing her make it, and her onion tribe. Barbecue your whole joy when she sent it to the oven, and hogs to your palate, steep them in how disappointed she would feel that shalots, stuff them out with plantaI had never had a bit of it in my tions of the rank and guilty garlick ; mouth at last--and I blamed my im- you cannot poison them, or make them pertinent spirit of alms-giving, and stronger than they are- --but consider, out-of-place hypocrisy of goodness, he is a weakling-a flower. and above all I wished never again
Who lifts his stick, a weapon in his play,
In mockery of merriment-yet I
And every year, as mid your haunts I lie,
Star-pointed thistle with its ruddy flowers,
Wind-waving rush left to bewilder'd ways,
Ye thrive in silence where I glad recline ;