Waste useless thousands on their Phidian freaks, Of Dardan tours let dilettanti tell, Thus far I've held my undisturb'd career, The time hath been, when no harsh sound would fall From lips that now may seem imbued with gall, 'Mr GELL'S Topography of Troy and Ithaca cannot fail to ensure the approbation of every man possessed of classical taste, as well for the information Mr G. conveys to the mind of the reader, as for the ability and research the respective works display. VOL. VII. 18 Nor fools nor follies tempt me to despise To And break him on the wheel he meant for me; And, arm'd in proof, the gauntlet cast at once POSTSCRIPT.' that I HAVE been informed, since the present edition went to the press, my trusty and well beloved-cousins, the Edinburgh reviewers, are preparing a most vehement critique on my poor gentle, unresisting muse, whom they have already so bedeviled with their ungodly ribaldry: «Tantæne animis cœlestibus iræ!» I suppose I must say of JEFFREY as Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK saith, « an I had known he was so cunning of fence, I had seen him damned ere I had fought him.» What a pity it is that I shall be beyond the Bosphorus before the next number has passed the Tweed. But I yet hope to light my pipe with it in Persia. My Northern friends have accused me, with justice, of personality towards their great literary Anthropophagus, JEFFREY; but what else was to be done with him and his dirty pack, who feed « by lying and slandering, »and slake their thirst by «evil-speaking?» I have adduced facts already well known, and of Jeffrey's mind I have stated my free opinion, nor has he thence sustained any injury ;-what scavenger was ever soiled by being pelted with mud? It may be said that I quit England because I have censured there, " persons of honour and wit about town, but I am coming back again, and their vengeance will keep hot till my return. Those who know me can testify that my motives for leaving England are very different from fears, literary or personal; those who do not may one day be convinced. Since the Published to the second edition. publication of this thing, my name has not been concealed; I have been mostly in London, ready to answer for my transgressions, and in daily expectation of sundry cartels; but alas! «The age of chivalry is over," or, in the vulgar tongue, there is no spirit now-a-days. There is a youth ycleped Hewson Clarke, (subaudi, Esq.) a sizer of Emanuel College, and I believe a denizen of Berwick upon Tweed, whom I have introduced in these pages to much better company than he has been accustomed to meet he is, notwithstanding, a very sad dog, and for no reason that I can discover, except a personal quarrel with a bear, kept by me at Cambridge to sit for a fellowship, and whom the jealousy of his Trinity cotemporaries prevented from success, has been abusing me, and, what is worse, the defenceless innocent above mentioned, in the Satirist for one year and some months. I am utterly unconscious of having given him any provocation; indeed I am guiltless of having heard his name, till it was coupled with the Satirist. He has therefore no reason to complain, and I dare say that, like Sir Fretful Plagiary, he is rather pleased than otherwise. I have now mentioned all who have done me the honour to notice me and mine, that is, my bear and my book, except the editor of the Satirist, who, it seems, is a gentleman, God wot! I wish he could impart a little of his gentility to his subordinate scribblers. I hear that Mr JERNINGHAM is about to take up the cudgels for his Mæcenas, Lord Carlisle; I hope not: he was one of the few who, in the very short intercourse I had with him, treated me with kindness when a boy, and whatever he may say or do, «pour on, I will endure. I have nothing further to add, save a general note of thanksgiving to readers, purchasers, and publisher, and, in the words of SCOTT, I wish «To all and each a fair good night, |