ENGLISH BARDS, AND SCOTCH REVIEWERS. STILL must I hear ?-shall hoarse * FITZGErald bawl And I not sing, lest, haply, Scotch Reviews Should dub me Scribbler, and denounce my Muse? * IMITATION. « Semper ego auditor tantum ? nunquamne reponam « Vexatus toties rauci Theseide Codri? Juvenal, Satire I. Mr. FITZGERALD, facetiously termed by COBBETT the << Small Beer Poet, » inflicts his annual tribute of verse on the « Literary Fund »; not content with writing, he spouts in person, after the company have imbibed a reasonable quantity of bad port, to enable them to sustain the operation. Oh! Nature's noblest gift-my grey goose-quill! Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will, Torn from thy parent bird to form a pen, The pen !fore doomed to aid the mental throes Our task complete, like Hamet's * shall be free; Tho' spurned by others, yet beloved by me : Then let us soar to-day; no common theme, When Vice triumphant holds her sov'reign sway, * CID HAMET BENENGELI promises repose to his pen in the last chapter of DON QUIXOTE. Oh! that our voluminous gentry would follow the example of CID HAMET BENENGELI ! When folly, frequent harbinger of crime, Unfolds her motley store to suit the time; 30 When Knaves and Fools combined o'er all prevail, When Justice halts, and Right begins to fail, E'en then the boldest start from public sneers, More darkly sin, by Satire kept in awe, And shrink from Ridicule though not from Law. I, too, can scrawl, and once upon a time I poured along the town a flood of rhyme, A school-boy freak, unworthy praise or blame; 'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; 40 50 This LAMB must own, since his Patrician name The self-same road, but make my own review: A man must serve his time to every trade, A mind well skilled to find or forge a fault, A turn for punning, call it Attic salt; To JEFFREY go, he silent and discreet, His pay is just ten sterling pounds per sheet. Care not for feeling-pass your proper jest, And stand a Critic hated, yet caressed. And shall we own such judgment? no-as soon Seek roses in December, ice in June; This ingenious youth is mentioned more particularly, with his production, in another place. In the EDINBURGH REVIEW. 60 70 Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in Critics who themselves are sore; 80 Or yield one single thought to be misled By JEFFREY's heart, or LAMB's Boeotian head. To these young tyrants **, by themselves misplaced, To these when Authors bend in humble awe; And hail their voice as Truth, their word as Law; 'Tis doubtful whom to seek, or whom to shun; Nor know we when to spare, or where to strike, *** Then should you ask me, why I venture o'er * Messrs. JEFFREY and LAMB are the Alpha and Omega, the first and last of the Edinburgh Review; the others are mentioned hereafter. Juvenal, Sat. 1. Cur tamen hoc potius libeat decurrere campo Juvenal. S. 1. |