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the fiends of my dream were merely tion, by this touching little incident, the captain and my wife, and who, it will not fail to admire the singular seems, had used the word salamander, coincidence between those wild and why I know not. In a fit I most strange feelings, and the character of assuredly was, and our maid was des- \the cause which produced them. Hapatched for a doctor. He came in a ving seen me put to bed in my wife's jiffy-having been fortunately in the night-gown, as aforesaid, (which hastreet, cutting off a neighbour's thigh ving been done rather violently, seemfrom the socket-and bled me copiously ed to me like dashing me down on the in the arm. This not only throws an air pavement from a house-top,) the party of probability over that part of the pre- left me, and went down stairs to take vious narrative, in which I describe a check of supper. I had snored away myself as having in a trance lost for a couple of hours, till finding, Í an arm from the sweep of a scythe, presume, from Mrs D. not being at but also throws, unless I greatly err, my side, that something unusual had much light on the whole theory and occurred, I reeled out of bed. A canpractice of dreaming. After I had dle of about twenty to the pound had filled a wash-hand basin with excel- very considerately been placed in a bowl, lent, warm, pure, ruddy blood, I was and by its light, a large looking-glass, lifted up on a seat formed of the inter- at which my wife admires her person, lineation of all the fingers belonging had reflected to me myself, standing to my wife, the maid, the parson, the in my wife's night-gown, which, I am captain, and the doctor; and, with one sorry to say, bore testimony, by its arm over the shoulder of the church, sanguine hue, that I had been sick and the other over the shoulder very sick, after having been put to of the profession, I was borne along bed. In my very natural fear of that the lobby, and carried up stairs, with ghost, I broke my wife's looking-glass the view of being deposited in the into shivers, and cut myself considerstranger's bed-room. But it was not ably in the concussion. The noise made down; so I was brought back brought the family up, one of whom again down stairs to our own room, immediately threw a basin of cold wawhere I understand the procession met ter in my face, which made me think our little Tommy, with his finger in of the Polar Sea ; and after muhis mouth, crying lustily, on the sup- tual explanation and reconciliation, I position that his daddy was dead. marched down stairs, somewhat muzGrief being catching, Mrs Davison zy, and took my jug of hot punch had also begun to blubber; and being with the rest. Í had a slight headsensible, I presume, that she had been ach next day; but the bleeding did too violent in the dining-room scene, me great good. I never was better during which I had never spoken á than at the moment of now writing to word, she burst into tears, kissed me you. As to the Moral, it is too obvijust as I was, and hid her lovely face ous to be overlooked ; and therefore I in her husband's bosom. The reader, leave the world to profit by it. by referring to that part of the narra Yours most sincerely, tive which describes the impression
D.D. made upon me during my intoxica
QUIP MODEST TO MR BARKER.
In a Letter to Christopher North, Esq. DEAR SIR, Barker has shewn so much good dence, comes forth to the fight baretemper in his Retort Courteous, that headed, exposing his unhelmeted pate it would be unfair if I hit him hard in to the Andrew Ferrara of a champion return. I forgive him his little jets of whose brows are enveloped in the casque spleen, such as his accusing me of of Pluto. I shall not abuse his good slander, &c. in consideration of his faith; for whatever dog I may be, I having made an effort to laugh, which am not so ruthless a bloodhound as is very commendable in a man situa- his alarmed imagination depicts me. ted as he is. Besides, I am in a mask, Nor am I the least angry with his and he, with more chivalry than prus quotations from old Caius, (whom I
have read, and could quote too, if I the tragedies. For it is plain, my were in the mood,) for I think them dear Christopher, that ihe tragedies 1 not destitute of fun, and quite well meant were not the doleful farces of enough for a lexicographer; and my Knightsbridge, &c. but the actual tranquillity is perhaps the more un- dramas of these drol gentlemen, ruffled, in consequence of my percei- commemorated by your hard-hearted ving that his hits, being all directed correspondent, Sappho, in your last, at Blomfield, do me no hurt. * With ” who, in old Drury, or in Covent regard to my quotation from Persius, Garden,” made sport for me during with which he waxes wroth, all I can last season. They were lovely in their say is, that I am sorry to see he la- lives, but alas! they are clean gone, bours under some unaccountable de
The stroke of death did end their time, lusion, as to the common arrangement
And cut them off just in their prime, of a sentence; but I freely give up the false quantity in the line from Lucan. as the tombstone poet has it—and men I can only allege in my defence, that morial of them remains none, nor has it was the will of Messieurs the print- any body arisen to supply their place, ers, to give diis for deism-an accident no one in fact, as yet, has put in his which will happen in spite of us, in claim for the vacant situation of tragethe best regulated families; and I wish dyman, which certainly has diminished B. joy of his sharp, press-correcting the quantity of a sportive matter” in eye. It is no mean qualification in a this foggy city, verbal critic.
As I have a P.S. as long as my letter I did certainly see the notice to to write, I shall conclude by assuring which he refers me, but was afraid Mr B., that when I again go through he was forgetting his promise, and Thetford, I shall call on him as he dethought a refresher to his memory sires it, hoping that he will allow me would be no harm. I am glad he ap- thicker potations than Spa-water-of pears after Christmas; till which time which, or indeed any other kind of I must look a-head for other jaw-re water, I do not profess myself an ama. laxing matter. For, with deference teur. I expect more magnanimous fluid, to his gravity, I see nothing undigni- Thetford, I imagine, can supply some fed in indulging in that inextinguish, ofthat famous έκ τών κριθών πομαλειπόμειν able laugh, which was not deemed & Fou rñs Tegi sòy olvoy vadías o na novos Çie unworthy of the tenants of Olympus, Bov, t of which I take Mr Barker from his and, as Mr B. knows, is held, by the honest beer-barrel metaphors to be a highest authority, to be one of the patron, and which is, at all events, bete H most distinctive propria of our species. ter than gripe-giving mineral water. There is something, I know not what, If I should see his MS. before he come to that strikes me as irresistibly comic mits it to the press (a thing not very about Alderman Wood, and that wa- probable just now,). I shall give him : ter-bladder, the shoy-hoy Waithman, in return for his advice to me, a coue ki as Cobbet politely calls him, and the ple of admonitions..-Ist. Not to teaze much injured knight of Maria The himself by answering jokes on Thes. resa, which, (and not any intention of or such mere trifles. He has a right connecting their politics with those of to use that or any other intelliglble Barker, who is a loyal and honest abbreviation he pleases. If he think
Tory,) made me pitch on these three fit to shorten his own name to Mr famous political W’s. as prime butts Bark. or even to Mr Ba., I know of no for laughing at; nor is that general act of parliament against it; but an, impression on my mind diminished xiously justifying such things, and by our friend Thes. comparing me quoting learned authorities, and wri- indo most Plutarchically with Waithman, ting whole pages about them, is ridicuand panegyrizing the learning of that lous to the last degree. And, 2dly, erudite star of Cockaigne. But he Not to snarl so wickedly at Dr Blomcertainly is too clever'in his hit upon field, for every one sees the reason. We
I asked, “ What was a petulanti splene cachinno to do ?”' and he contends, that I should have included sum, as in the original. It would have been neat language if I had. 6 What is a I am a laugher to do ?” Whatever may be the fashion of Thetford, I assure Barker, that such is not our inode in London.
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myself is Σκιδιαμένης [κάρτ] εν στήθεσσιν οργής
Oletu diever heard from Barker or Burges a ly panegyrized Mr Cæcilius Metellus,
to laugh at. The most laughable mat- Classical Journal, where I was descriin the ter about them is, Burges's having the bed as one of “ the minor YEA@TOTOIN,
face to introduce with a strong pane- in that Miscellany of Momus, Blacknas it-z gyric, the following puff direct on him- wood's Magazine." So far from wishs noze a self by Dobree. “Neque silentio præ- ing to disparage the Journal, I am a ply the tereundus Georgius Burges, vetus et regular reader of it, and find always has a probatus amicus, qui multa e codici- much to interest me in its pages.
Sir uation e bus excerpsit, et alia docte, ut solet, et W. Drummond's Essays are learned has di utiliter admonuit.”-[C. I. No. 42, p. and ingenious. What Professor Duntive 127 871.) And a little higher up he calls bar writes, is always worth reading,
himself“ the Editor's (Dobree, editor in spite of the adverse criticism of your ang ate of the Porsoni Aristophanica) learned friend Hogg in the Tent. The Miscelade by a friend, George Burges,” which is droll lanea Classica, and Adversaria Literagain go benough beyond doubt.
ria, are generally amusing ; and there in him at Let me, however, borrow a joke are many correspondents who write e wild from G. B. as it is a good advice to E. Well on their several subjects. They
had, for example, a good series of ar-
guage and Literature of Cornwall. BeΔΙΕΣ. Δεί σεφυλάχθαι γλώσσαν ΜΑΥ-ΥΛΑΚΤΑΝ.
sides, it is pleasant to have a place of breast,
versities, which are sometimes-not to, And let your unfortunate tongue be at rest. often to be sure-worth reading for
Angry quarrels between scholars do their own merits, but always deserve
to be retorted on by Mr Bloomfield in progress of classical learning among minert the words of rare Ben? « What hath us. Of course the Journal has its Ba
be done more than a base cur ? Bark- laamitish contributors, ex. gr. Taylor
ed and made a noise; had a fool or the Platonist, and Bellamy the antiskal fr two to spit in his
mouth ; but they are Hebraist, who is a tremendous bore. e to be rather enemies of my fame, than me, How any body can give book-room to those Barkers !”
Taylor, I cannot conceive; but neverWishing him nevertheless every suc theless you find him in almost every cess in the great work on which he is number, talking incredible nonsense. I
employed, -I remain, dear Christo- take a random example. One of the pher, yours sincerely,
numbers, containing Burges's assault A CONSTANT READER. on C. J. B. is before me, and in it we London, Dec. 2.
have from Taylor the following dis
"The P. S.-I wish to say a few words following verse is ascribed by Proclus about the Classical Journal. B. says I on the Timæus of Plato (p. 334.) to was actuated by a peculiar motive, to Homer, but is not to be found in any pour out the vials of my wrath on of the writings of that poet, which are that periodical. Not I indeed. I on now extant.
The line is,
Spa-F* H. B.
jokes we He basis
COVERY OF AVERSE OF HOMER.
• You see how merciful I am, in not translating mat üdantav literally vain Barker, or in not adopting the appellation conferred on him by ; * Pragtoos, and paraphrasing these lines of Sappho by the similar passage in Midas :
“Pray, Goody, please to moderate the rancour of your tongue." I recommend this parallelism to my friend Cæcilius.
* Words marked * are not to be found in Thes. Vol. X.
Αλλα Ζευς Προτερος γέγονει, και πλειονα ηδει και
more ungenerous, or more unjust. I
do not know any man who has done i. e. “But Jove was born the first, more for the cause of classical literaand more he knows." This verse is ture, by supplying excellent elemenalso alluded to by Proclus, in page tary treatises—by setting afoot great 253 of the same Work.. If Proclus literary projects, and by giving useful had not, after quoting this verse, ime editions-than Valpy; and it is very mediately added anosv
Ojengos, I should unfair that he should be so abused, have concluded, from the manner of even although he has let Barker run it, that it was an Orphic line.” riot “preaching on ayshua," as a droll C. I. No. 42. p. 361. Should you in- poet of your own phrases it—or has deed ? I shall conclude from the re- published variousirritated growlings of mark, that a man more ridiculously ill-humoured scholars. This I must ignorant of Greek literature does not say, who know nothing of him but by exist. The line which he has discover- his works. Will you let me add a ed, and translated, and Orphicized, you word about politics?t Nothing to be will find, if you look for it, quietly re sure can be more absurd than to praise posing in its proper place, it being the or abuse any man's literary produc355th line of the 13th Book of the tions by the test of his political apiIliad. What could have made Valpy nions ; yet after all it must be annoyadmit such a betise? And yet this ing enough to Valpy to find himself Taylor is one of the most arrogant revis attacked by the full weight of the Tory lers of real scholars extant.
press, while he is perfectly conscious I began this correspondence in jest, that had he thefelicity of being a Whig, but I conclude it quite in earnest, by not an instrument of the party, from saying, that however I may agree with the cracked jewsharp of the Examiner, the Quarterly Review in his remarks up to the Scottisb bagpipe of the Edinon Thes. I was sorry and vexed to burgh, would have breathed any thing find him stigmatizing Valpy, one of but notes of gratulation, without rethe most learned, upright, and enter- garding at all whether he was right or prizing booksellers in the kingdom, wrong. Verily, whatever may be Whig with the opprobrious title of the Curli demerits, they have the merit of clingof the present day. Nothing could be ing to one another manfully.
The Reviewer has misrepresented the nature of Valpy's edition of the Latin Classics. It is not a mere reprint of the Delphin edition, for it contains the best lari
, orum notes on each author, and all the necessary subsidiu. I confess, indeed, that I think it would have been much better if the trumpery of the Delphin commentators were entirely neglected, as, with few exceptions, they were very incapable people.
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