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man-the other, that of a wig-wear But we need not push this part of ing honime de la plume, inhaling the the parallel farther. Let us take them brick-burning atmosphere of the pur- upon a new tack. lieus of Seymour Place.

It has been said, that the English Justice, however, must make us language has been forcing itself upon remark, that Hogg's ideas of female us, to the detriment of our fine Scotiresistance, to male caresses, have been, cisms. The Waverley man has reared in a great measure, stolen from a poet the head of our Doric somewhat, but of our own.

we are quite proud to have this addi“ Tip her the wink, and take hold of the

tional specimen, to prove that there fist of her,

are still men of Scotland, who have Kiss before she has time to cry Christo

not bowed the knce to the Baal of the pher;

English tongue. Proofs are afforded She may sing out, You're an impudent in the pages of both poets most ampfellow, sir,

ly, and we shall hastily gather in a few. But her eye will unsay what her tongue In the English language, “ death" it may tell you, sir,"

rhymes to “ breath,” « Seth,” and a Evidently as Hogg's princess does in hundred other words, which must inhis poem ; nevertheless, the echo of stantly occur to the reader. Different the song is sweet.

rhymes await it north of the Border. III. Both bards are great in the

“ One single inch 'twixt them and death, strife of the elements. We give Camp- They wonder'd at their cordial faith.bell precedence.

HOGG, p. 52. “ That winter's eve how darkly Nature's

“To think I could have merited your faith, brow

Shall be my solace, even unto death." Scowl'd on the scenes it lights so lovely


And in a hundred other places. The tempest, raging o'er the realms of Hogg also often rhymes to wrath. ice,

Breast" rhymes with “

rest," Shook fragments from the rifted precis among the English epicures. No such pice :

so within the realms of BereAnd whilst their falling echoed to the gon.

wind, The wolf's long howl in dismal discord

“ Expecting every glance she cast join'd,

To see forth bursting from its breast." While white yon water's foam was raised

Hogy, p. 18. in clouds,

“ It was not strange, for in the human

breast That whirl'd like spirits wailing in their shrouds:

Two master passions cannot co-exist." Without was Nature's elemental din."

CAMPBELL, P. 36. Now for Hogg.

“ On" rhymes to “ Don" South“ I may be wrong, as grant I may, otherwise North, But it is plain, that on that day

“ The warrior smiled, and laid him down, The storm hath all unequall'd been, I saunter'd, sung, and wander'd on.” Such as no living man hath seen.

HOGG, p. 68. These are the signs of sinful deed, “ No fears could damp-I reached the And these are tokens that I dread.

camp-sought out the champi-on, The demons of the fiery reign

And if my broad-sword failed at last, Have been abroad in Christ's domain, 'twas long and well laid on." Roused, by some powerful heathen spell,

CAMPBELL, p. 124. From out the lurid vales of hell,

Earth-birth-mirth, &c. The face of earth and heaven to mar, “ And as the hail-cloud hanging swarth And hurl the elements in war.

Bursts with the thunder on the earth." Well blown and strong, by both

Hogy, p. 83. poets—but Hogg is far better. What “ When o'er the green undeluged carth is the tempest raging o'er the realms Heaven's covenant thou didst shine, of ice-or the rifted preci-pice-the How came the world's grey fathers forth." wolf's long howl, (we have heard

CAMPBELL, P. 53. that epithet long before, Tom,) and How both bards rhyme " bosom” is the wailing spirits—compared to de- past conjecture. mons of the fiery reign, (qu.? rain)

“ The liquid sounding flame enclosed the lurid vales of hell—the elements

them, hurled in war; and all by him of And roll’d them in its furnace bosom.” Ettrick. A tempest in a teapot !

Hogg, 435.


* There was many a friend to lose kim, “ Of war, religion, or of LAW,

When that gallant soldier died, Without consulting Columba." But the maiden of his bosom."

HOGG, 31. CAMPBELL, 100. Try it again, Campbell. We offer anybody a sovereign in gold “ Pageant !--Let the world REVERE US who will interpret the first two lines For our people's rights and laws, of that bit of Campbell.

And the breasts of civic HEROES. (AlWords ending in “ spect” are odd

dermen, we presume.] ly treated by both.

CAMPBELL, 94, and again 87. & Thou shalt not need one word to check,

Now, Hogg. Nor bear aught but with due respect."

“ If thou'rt a Cotquean, by my soul, HOGG, 121.

I'll split thy pruriginious now!.“ No, said be, yon phantom's aspect,

HOGG, 269. Trust me, would appal thee worse ;

A third time, Tom. Held in clearly measured prospect."

“ I gazed, and felt upon my LIPS CAMPBELL, 181.

Th' unfinished accents hang,

One moment's bliss, one burning KISS. Hogg's rhyme is quite national, for it

CAMPBELL, 89. is known that the Scotch in general This is meant for rhyme, as will be sink the t in such words, saying, re seen by referring to the poem, (poem!) spec', &c. but Campbell beats him where every first and third line rhyme. even in this piece of nationality. Who We are afraid that Hogg cannot ever heard such a rhyme southwards match that, yet we shall sport one. as this

** ?Mong
all the dark and stern

COMPEERS " It bore a crucifix,

Of Odin's rueful WORSHIPPERS." Fame said it once had graced

HOGG, 93. An ancient temple, which the Picts." We have now concluded, and may

CAMPBELL, 138. safely ask if we have not redeemed our They have some peculiar ideas as to promise, to prove that no nation in the the word “ abroad.”

world ever before produced two such “ Go back, ye wolves, to your dens, he poems as Hogg's and Campbell's in cried,


same month? But it would be a And tell the nations abroad

pity to part them without giving a How the fiercest of your berd has died, sample of their songs. Hogg shall go That slanghter'd the flock of God."

first. They shall be both on love. CAMPBELL, 147. “ 0, come, gentle maiden, But darker paths are to be trod, [It must be pronounced " midden," for For darker doings are abroad."

the rhyme.)

HOGG, 268. Of lovely Dunedin, But we should be quoting the whole Array'd in thy beauty and gladdening books did we go on. Campbell rhymes

smiles; "bouquetin" to " between,"and"route" Thine the control I list, to “out,” thereby shewing his know Lovely mythologist ! ledge of French pronunciation. He Thine the monition that never beguiles." also favours us with “ pair" and Very good, indeed. Now, Mr

prepare, ;" “ page" and“ page," Campbell." We request our readers to « break” and is neck," break" and sound the s's as strong as they can, “ wreck,” “ Devons” and “ ravens," and remember that this is a song to be “ human" and “ woman," and five sung. hundred others, in consequence of « Love's a boundless burning waste, which we hereby new christen him Where Bliss's stream we seldom taste, Thomas the Rhymer, Hogg gallops And still more seldom flee. away in every page at such a rate that Suspence's thorns, Suspicion's stings, it is needless to hunt out particulars. Yet somehow love a something brings, Cull we, therefore, a flower or two That's sweet, even though we sigh from each, and desert.

Woe's ME!" “ Again to the battle, ACHAIANS,

To be sung to inusic, it must be the Our hearts bid the tyrants deFIANCE."

music of a saw.

CAMPBELL, 84. “ Farewell, sweet bards, farewell, ye Match that, Hogg, if you can. Ay,

dulcet strains, ay, sir, says Hogg.

Anoaken staff each loisting for his pains."

Farewell, once again, Quoth SIGNIFER VESTER. No. 2, Shire Lane, January 1st, 1825. VOL. XVII.



Noctes Ambrosianae.



PHOC. ap. Ath.
[This is a distich by wise old Phocylides,
An ancient who wrote crabbed Greek in no silly days ;
An ercellent rule of the hearty old cock 'tis
And a very fit motto to put to our Noctes.]

C. N. ap. Ambr.

MR SECRETARY DR MULLION. Yes, sir, your last Noctes appear to have made what my friend Dr Jamieson calls a stramash.



Why, sir, our conversations get wind unaccountably, and it is little wonder that they do make a noise. What do you allude to particularly ? You know the song I sung,

When church and crown are batter'd down

By Bentham and his band.


Of course.


Well, Bowring, in the Morning Chronicle, bas answered it—thereby taking on himself the office my song gave him of Poet Laureate to the pack. You remember,

When Bowring's tongue sings Southey's song, and now he chants accordingly by anticipation.

Is Bowring's song very good ?


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MULLION (producing an ancient Morning Chronicle) chants.

When built on laws, the good old cause

Triumphantly shall reign,
And in their choice the People's voice

Shall not be heard in vain ;
When England's name and England's fame
Stand pure,


great, and free, Corruption chain'd, and Truth maintain'd,

Then, hey, boys, down go we!

When Glory tears the wreath he wears

From Wellington's proud brow,
And Liberty shall sit on high,

That walks in darkness now;
When Justice wakes, and from her shakes

Old ELDON, scornfully,
And stands erect in selt' respect,

Then, hey, boys, down go we!

When gibe and jest, by CANNING drest,

Delude not as before,
And pertness, made a thriving trade

By CROKER, thrives no more ;
When slippery Peel the wounds shall heal

Of priestly Bigotry,
And Peace shall smile on Ireland's Isle,

Then, hey, boys, down go we!

When laws on game shall cease to shame

The subject and the state;
And men can trust, as wise and just,

An unpaid Magistrate;
When Judges pure, shall seek t' insure

A bright publicity;
And Best can keep his rage asleep

Then, hey, boys, down go we !
When law's disputes, and Chancery suits,

Shall be no more the tools
For knaves in black, to barm and hack

The many-colour'd fools ;
When fraud and wrong, in weak and strong,

And rich and poor, shall be
With equal hand pursued and bann'd-

Then, hey, boys, down go we!
When rods and whips, from BENTHAM's lips,

The pand'ring knaves shall chase,
Who long have sold, for pride and gold,

Their country and their race ;
When France and Spain shall rise again,

And lovely Italy,
By sufferings rude, refresh’d, renew'd

Then, hey, boys, down go we!

When man at length shall feel his strength,

And in his strength control
The despot few, who then shall rue

The hatred of the whole;
When towers serene, in living green,

Fair Freedom's sacred tree;
And 'neath it, blest, the nations rest-
Then, hey, boys, dowu go we!

[Here Mr North fell asleep.]

When Mr North in Frith of Forth,

Shall fathom five be duck'd;
When Tickler's neck a rope shall deck,

From lofty gallows chuck'd ;
When messan dog treats Jamie Hogg

In fashion rather free;
When Jeffrey's sheers crop Blackwood's

Then, hey, boys, down go we!

(NORTH) awaking as usual at the end of the song. Bravo! bravo ! a very good song indeed. I always said Tom Campbell was a clever fellow.



Tom Campbell !-Bowring, sir, you mean.

Ay, Bowring-yes, Bowring, I meant. Shew me the song ; let me peruse it. [Reads ] " Then, hey, boys, down go we.” Bowring may understand


Russian, but he is not quite certain as to his English. Hey, boys! is huzza, boys ! rather an out-of-the-way cry for a sinking party.

When pertness, made a thriving trade

By Croker, thrives no more
How horribly afraid all these hounds of low degree are of Croker!

Doubtless. The allusion to "priestly bigotry,” is not even brought into juxtaposition with Ireland, and the course recommended in that island. But it is not a bad song, for all that. The rhymes, however, are poorish—The last verse strikes me to be far the best--that I mean about ourselves.' Don't you think, sir, it would be an improvement if it ran thus in the last quatrain :

When Brougham shall flog Ettrickian Hogg,

(That whip might borrow'd be, Which Gourlay laid on shoulder blade,) Then, bey, boys, down go we.

NORTH. I do not like parenthesis in songs—but the idea is good. On the whole, I am pleased with the song. Mullion, write to-morrow to Bowring,-he lives in Jeffrey's Square, St Mary's Axe,-to say that I shall employ him in the song department, at a guinea per song, --- with liberty afterwards to publish it with music at Power's or elsewhere-besides permission occasionally to gather them into a volume. Even if I reject, as I sometimes must, I shall pay him nevertheless, for I like to patronize genius.

MULLION, (making memorandum.) It shall be done, sir. You have seen the Dumfries Journal's answer to the Farewell to Scotland, sung by the Ensign on the same occasion ?


Not I.


I'll read it for you, sir.

No keep it till Sir Morgan comes I expect him every moment.


AMBROSE. Mr Tickler. [Exit AMBROSE AS TICKLER enters. ] How do you do, North ?-Mullion, your hand; it is a long time since I saw


either of you.


We have just ordered supper.

TICKLER. I am as dry as a lime-burner's shoe. (Ringssenter Waiter-receides orders -exitand 're-enters with a quart of porter, 'which Timothy gulps at a draught.] I have just parted with Hogg. He'll be here in a moment.

Enter Hogg.
Is't me ye're talkin' o', Mr Tickler ? How's a' wi' ye

MULLION, (aside.)
I say, Mr North, did you ever see the Shepherd's eyes réel so?

NORTH. Oh, stuff-Well, I shall not wait another minute for this long-legged Irishman.

[Rings. Enter MR AMBROSE.

AMBROSE. Supper, gentlemen, is ready in the next room.

[ Exeunt omnes.

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