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cheval or à la chasse, the state of the would be, should I boldly venture weather prevented the execution of it? In the event of its being disthe sentence. Night and morning credited, should I shoot a favourite did I consult the barometer-(a Dol- dog, or maim my friend, or one of lond suspended in the salle à manger) my friend's friends, to prove its vera-which for two whole days pointed city? So desperate a case would steadfastly to “much rain.” My sleep warrant the application of a violent was tranquil, my spirits were buoy remedy. I left my room without ant. On the third day, to my great having brought my mind to a deciconsternation, the faithless index wa- sion, unless the gloomy resolution of vered towards “changeable.” My running the hazards of the day is visits to the instrument now became worthy the term. On my way to more frequent, and had I had “ Ar where the party was assembled, I gosies at Sea," I could not have passed the garde-de-chasse : he was watched its variations with a more occupied in cleaning my Manton: ! feverish anxiety. On one of these beheld it with such feelings as I occasions I was roused from my should have entertained had I been musings by 'a tap on the back. It condemned to be shot with it. The was from the hand of Monsieur de garde bowed to me with marked

- Ah! mon cher,” said he, respect: Monsieur l'Anglais had been “I don't wonder at your impatience; mentioned to him as a marvellous but fine weather is returning, and fine shot, and he accorded me a then we'll make up for lost time- fitting share of his estimation. nous nous amuserons bien, allez.The Le voila-allons-vite-partons," fine weather did indeed return! The was the cry the instant I was per barometer had now reached “ fair,” ceived by Monsieur de V - There and was rapidly approaching towards was no mention of Hector; that was “set fair.” . Something was necessary something ; shooting was to be the to be done, and that speedily. But amusement of the day. The patent, what? I could not always affect a improved, double-barrelled Manton sudden attack of spasms, nor dared was given to me, and I received it I repeat my unintended joke of mis almost unconscious of what I was taking a hat for a partridge; I could about. We liad just reached the not reasonably hope for the arrival Perron, the double flight of steps of a letter from Paris always at the leading into the court-yard, when critical moment; and should I con- a thought flashed across my mind, tinue to treat Madame Saint V- as it were by inspiration. I pounced like a child, by allowing her to win upon it with a sort of desperate every game at billiards, my com- avidity, and, as if delay would have plaisance would become an offence. diminished its force, I as hastily

On the first morning of fair wea- gave it utterance. " I am not disther, I arose with a heavy heart. All posed to shoot to-day; I've just a night had I tossed about in my bed, whim to go a fishing « Parbleu!" unable to imagine a decent excuse

said Monsieur De V- just as for withdrawing myself from my you will, my dear; in the country sporting friends. To confess my utter liberté entiére : I'll give you my own incompetency (apparently the most tackle.” Accordingly he resentered rational way of putting an end to the house, and presently returned my torments,) I felt to be impossible; with two or three rods, and different I was ashamed – laugh, reader, if kinds of lines, hooks, floats; &o. you please, but I was ashamed to do “ There,” said he, “ you may now so. Besides, the character of a keen angle for what fish you choose, and and expert

sportsman had been you'll find abundance of all sorts, thrust upon me, and, as matters great and small, in the canal.” My stood, my most solemn protestations delight at this relief is not to be dethat I was unentitled to any sort of scribed. I knew as little about an claim to it would have been disbe- gling as about shooting, but (thought liered, and, most likely, attributed I) by fishing, or seeming to fish, I to an overstrained and affected mo- am in no danger of compromising my desty: Yet something must be done, reputation; I have seen many an and, humiliating as such an avowal angler, and expert ones too, sit, from

same manner.

morning till night, bobbing into a not deceived me. Scarcely had I pond, and after all return with an thrown my bait into the water ere it empty basket, their skill suffering no was caught at: I drew in my line and stain from their want of success. found my hook void. A second, and I have merely to say, as I have heard a third, and a twentieth, and a fiftieth

them say, “ Curse 'em they won't experiment succeeded in precisely the bite." But my delight was of short

I no sooner renewed duration. Conceive my horror and my bait than it was purloined with consternation, when I heard Mon- perfect impunity. Had the cursed sieur De Vcall out to the cook, fry passed by it without deigning to “ Monsieur Goulard, you need not notice it, I might have consoled myfricassée the hare to-day, Monsieur self with examples of similar occur P.* is going to fish ; so you'll dress à rences; but to catch it, and give me pike or two à la maître d'hotel, make fair notice of their intention to aba matelote of some of his carp, and scond with it by a gentle tug at my fry the rest.” Here was dinner for a line, was provoking beyond bearing; party made to depend upon the ra- it would have exhausted the patience ther uncertain result of my first at- of Izaak Walton himself. Notwithtempt at angling! The misfortune standing my regard for Monsieur De was of my own seeking, and there I began to tire of feeding his was no escape. Monsieur De V

fishes; and suspected that I must recommended me to take Etienne, be cutting a ridiculous figure in the the gardener's son, with me, to help eyes of the finny tribe; in short, that -me in unhooking the large fish, else, they were making what is vulgarlý said he, “as they are in such quan- termed a dead set against me. I tities, and bite so fast, you'll very varied my manner ; I increased, I disoon be fatigued.” We separated: minished, the quantity of my bait; I he and the rest to shoot hares and tried different sorts ; now and then I partridges, I to catch pike and carp. tempted them with the bare hook';

Now was I once again left without but all was to no purpose. · After ảny of those excuses for failure, four hours of unrewarded efforts (in which, like an indifferent workman, the course of which time I was once I might have derived from the bad

on the point of calling Etienne to ness of my tools. Hector was the best assist me in pulling in what proved horse in France; my gun was a pa. to be a tuft of weeds), I had the tent improved doubled barrelled Man- mortification to find dangling at the ton; and my fishing-tackle, plague end of my line a wretched, miseron it! perfect and complete. To add able little gudgeon, two inches long, to my distress, the fish abounded; which had caught itself-I have not they had the reputation of biting the vanity to suppose I caught it -well, and be hanged to them! and upon my hook. Though in itselt the only thing an angler could com- worse than nothing, I received it as -plain of was, that they bit so fast as a promise of better fortune, and to destroy the pleasure of the sport. threw the tiny fish into my huge On my way to the canal I endeavour- basket, whence, to say the truth, it ed to reason myself into composure. looked an epigram at me. But this « Surely there can be no great diffi- was the beginning and the ending of culty in what I am now about to my prosperity. At the expiration of perform: I have but to bait my another four hours I was joined by hook, throw it into the water, and Monsieur De V--. On looking into the instant a fish bites at it, pull him the basket, he said that I had done out.” From a sort of misgiving, how- right in sending the others up to the erer, which my best arguments failed house. I assured him that THE FISH to conquer, I thought it prudent he detected at the bottom was the to dismiss Etienne, desiring him to only one I had caught. He burst leave the basket(and they had furnish- into an immoderate fit of laughter, ed me with one sufficiently capacious saying, he saw through the jest at to contain Falstaff), telling him I once: that I was a farceur, and had would call him in the event of my thrown all the large fish back again hooking any fish beyond my strength into the canal as fast as I had drawn to manage. Monsieur De V-- had them out, for the sake of the carica

ture of so small a fish in so large would admit of no delay. Entreaties a basket.

I insisted that that one that I would stay but to enjoy one day's fish was the sole result of my day's shooting—one day's trial of Hector labour. No, no. The English were -were unavailing,~I was resolved. expert anglers: the canal was abun- But it was not without great diffidantly stocked, I had exhausted all culty that I succeeded in resisting my bait, and he was certain of the Monsieur De V-'s pressing offer trick. Goulard was ordered to cook to lend me Hector, to carry, me back the hare. The plaisanterie of my one to Paris, which mode of conveyance, little gudgeon in the huge basket was he assured me, would save me much frequently repeated in the course of time, though I should even sleep dinner, and applauded as a most hu- one night on the road, as Hector mourous jest.

One of the party, would fly with me like an eagle. however, observed, that though he The next morning I took my deadmired the joke, he thought a mate- parture, after having passed a week lote de carpe would have been a bet- in unspeakable torments, , where I ter; and proposed that, as I had had expected to spend a month in deprived them of a service of fish, I tranquillity and repose: and by one should be punished by the deduction of those whimsical chains of circumof half an hour from my next day's stances, to which many persons, with ride, which time I should occupy in a certain prejudice in their favour, providing fish for the dinner. have been indebted for the reputa

Already was I suffering by antici- tion of possessing great talents, pation the morrow's torments, when without ever having given any disa servant entered with a bundle of tinct manifestation of them, I left newspapers and letters just arrived behind me the reputation of being from Paris. Among them was a letter the most expert horseman, the surest for me.

I read it, and, affecting con- shot, the best and politest billiard :siderable surprise and concern, de- player, and the most dexterous angclared that I must leave Vilette early ler, that had ever visited Vilette. the next morning on business which

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ON THE SUPPLEMENTAL ILIAD OF QUINTUS CALABER. A Poet who takes up the tale by-schoolmasters : and Dryden, left unfinished by another poet does the lyrical and satiric poet, who a very impolitic thing. If he wishes to threatened us with an epopea in hit upon an expedient whereby every which he designed to introduce the spark of original invention might be guardian angels of kingdoms as smothered, before it could make proxies for the old gods and godeven an effort to sparkle into notice, desses, was seriously, angry with he certainly cannot do better : if he Blackmore for pillaging his idea. desires to give fancy free scope, or, How much finer a poem would Virgil what is vulgarly, but expressively, have written, if, instead of dogging called fair play, he cannot do worse. the steps of Homer, he had left Troy Whence arose the lumbering epics of alone, and taking up some of the all ages and nations, with their cargo interesting epochs and shining chaof ready-made Gods who quarrel, racters of actual Roman history, had and Mercuries who limp through the indulged that his native vein of the air on everlasting uninteresting mes- sentimental and the pathetic, which sages; whence, but from the unlucky flows so freely in his episode of Dido! idea, that every poet was to work after I cannot help wishing that Quina grand model?—Lucan, who merely tus Calaber had done the same. He showed disrespect to the nod of old Ju- resembles in his genius Virgil, whom piter and the quaking of the spheres apparently he had read, (as he had when the battle of Pharsalia was about also read Ovid) more than Homer, to be fought, is very grudgingly ad- whom he professed to copy. He has mitted into the rank of epic poets some ingenuity of thought, an elegant imagination, and much tender- Moderns,"*

in which he gave the preness: but he is under the disadvan- ference to Fairy tales over the Iliad tage of having to continue a story; and Odyssey : and for this Boileau and the poem has something the air of thought him, not a bad critic merely, an Annual Register: he has also but a very bad sort of man. The obliged himself to continue the said fact is, he was now and then right. story in the mamer of the preceding It is amusing to observe how Boileau portions of it; and to write as if he sometimes sets about defending Howere passing on the world Homeric mer's similes: he fights for them papers that had been buried in a pedibus et unguibus; as if the greatest chest. He therefore finds it highly master of human passion who ever necessary to have “ skill in surgery, lived (Euripides, perhaps, and Shakand to display his knowledge of ana- speare certainly excepted), would lose

) tomy (that undeniable quality in the anything in rational estimation by composition of a great epic poet), by the detection of a clumsy similitude! describing how this man was speared It seems that Perrault, in his “ Diathrough his stomach, the food issuing logues," made one of his interlocuwith his blood, and that other had tors observe, “ Talking of comparithe pupil of his eye divided, the spear- sons, they tell me Homer compares head coming out at his left ear. He Ulysses turning himself in his bed to also throws off similitudes as a jug- a black pudding being broiled on a gler draws party-coloured ribbons gridiron.' At this Boileau, with out of his mouth. Some of these dilated nostrils, which, like those of comparisons are not without poetic Virgil's horse, "roll collected fire," novelty; others have the languor of takes down the chevalier, by supercirepetition; and, as often happens liously assuring him, that “ in the with imitators, he has sometimes time of Homer, there were neicopied Homer's similes when they ther black puddings nor ragouts.” are least felicitous. He compares (So much

the worse,

I think, the captive Trojan dames to grunts for the time of Homer!) But ing pigs ; and the Trojans to geese " the truth is,”-he proceeds to say, in a pen: not very complimentary and the admirer of the ancients parallels, according to modern no- must be gasping for the climax tions; and his distressed ladies frisk of the defence- he compares Ulysand bellow like a cow that has lost ses turning in his bed, and burning her calf. This criticism, however, is with impatience to glut himself about as venturous as a man's dancing with the blood of Penelope's wooers, in wooden shoes between eggs, for to a hungry man, who busies himthe first time. The superstition about self (bustles, perhaps-s'agite) in Homer is flogged into us: no wonder cooking over a great fire the bloody that the impression is lasting. Per- and unctuous paunch of an animal, rault, the architect of the Louvre, with which he burns to satiate his and the inventor of the stories of appetite, turning it incessantly from Blue Beard and Puss in Boots,(clarum one side to the other.”+ He then goes et venerabile nomen!) felt very much on to assure the chevalier that “with inclined to think, that he had more the ancients the belly of certain aniinvention than Homer : he wrote the mals was one of their most delicious “ Parallel between the Ancients and viands : that the sumen, that is to

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* If the reader is not familiar with a book something similar in our language, “ Wotton on Ancient and Modern Learning,” he will do well to make acquaintance with it. + The reader may like to see the passage : Od. 20, 24.

He turn'd from side to side :
As when some hungry swain o'er glowing coals
A paunch for food prepares, from side to side
He turns it oft, and scarces abstains the while,

So he from side to side roll'd pondering deep.Cowper. That Pope should substitute “ savoury cates," was to be expected : but I rather marvel that Cowper should have left out the blood and grease, which so much excite the admiration, and so happily elicit the gastronomic erudition of Boileau.

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say, the paps of a sow, was among tor, he is too prone to tedious ston the Romans reckoned exquisite, and ries; but, notwithstanding the beauty had even been forbidden by an old of some passages, and the sublimity Censorian law as too luxurious. These of others (especially that of apo words, full of blood and fat, which parent diræ fúcies), the languor of Homer has used in speaking of the narrative poetry enfeebles the spirit, paunch of animals, and which are so and deteriorates the interest. just in reference to this part of the As to the personal identity of body, have given occasion a Quintus CALABER, something must wretched translator to suppose that be said: but that something must be Homer spoke of a black pudding !" almost nothing. The manuscript Reflections sur Longin.

was discovered by Cardinal BessaHow does this mend the matter? rion, in the church of St. Nicholas, It is plain that Boileau is not se at Otranto, in Calabria. It was sumuch offended at the supposed wrong perscribed Quintus Calaber: yet application of the comparison, as at Rhodoman determines that the author the thing compared. He has a no- belonged to Smyrna, the ancient mation that a black pudding (which the ritime town of lonia: because in unfortunate Frenchman no doubt the twelfth book, the poet, previously imagined to be a concise and tasteful to invoking the aid of the muses in metonymy for the paunch full of enumerating the heroes who enter blood and fat) is beneath the dignity the wooden horse, indicates his “feedof epic poetry; but he means to con- ing goodly sheep in the fields of tend that nothing can be more ma- Smyrna ;' or, in prose terms, keeping jestical than the comparison of Ulys, an academy of promising young genses, and his desired object of venge- tlemen. He therefore will have it ance, to a bloody and greasy paunch, that the name is not properly Quinor the paps of a sow. After all, Pers tus, but Cointus; and he leaves Carault is right in his construction, and laber to shift for itself. Induced by Boileau wrong; for the longing of the temerity of this conclusion, edithe hungry man is only thrown in tors and critics have set up a fashion parenthetically as an incidental cir- of nicknaming QUINTUS CALABER cumstance, and the comparison is Cuintus Smyrnæus. Now « mark undeniably of the tossing of Ulysses how a plain tale shall put them to the turns of the broil.

down." Plutarch, speaking of QuinWorking after Homer, Quintus tus Flaminius, calls him Koivrov has naturally attained to more bold- Papivov: and Appian styles Quinness of circumstance than we find in tus Valerius Koιντον Ουαλεριον. In Virgil ; but he sometimes betrays the the name of Quinctilian, and Gellius, injudicious exaggeration of an imi- and Macrobius, and all philologists tator. Virgil has not ventured to that ever wrote, must Flaminius describe the minute details into therefore cease to be Quintus, and which Quintus has chosen to enler, must Valerius become Oualerius ? when painting the consternation and And as to Smyrnæus, of what value outrage which attend the midnight is the boasted internal evidence for storm of Troy; but Virgil has a- this ? A certain Dausqueius * (“these voided the occasional coarseness of rugged names to our like mouths particulars which Quintus appears to grow sleek ;" I wish I knew who he confound with natural simplicitywas,) asks Rhodoman the question, The thirteenth book of the Supple- “ whether no man born elsewhere mental Iliad has, however, this ad- could feed sheep, if it pleased heavantage over the second book of the ven, at Smyrna?” and whether “the Æneid, that it is dramatic instead of Germans who made a campaign in narrative. Virgil, indeed, could not Holland were therefore converted in this instance have avoided narra- into Dutchmen?” tion, though, like Racine his inita- Quintus CALABER (for so let us

* This is the authorized commentating language. A Mr. Shaw having edited some classic author, was mentioned by some German critic under the designation of “ quidam Shavius.” The unlucky Shaw seems no less hidden under a bushel than the inscrutablę Dauxqueius,

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