The Devil then sent to Leipsic fair, For Born's translation of Kant's book; A world of words, tail foremost, where Right-wrong-false-true-and foul—and fair, As in a lottery-wheel are shook. Five thousand crammed octavo pages Thereon, deserves just seven months' wages I looked on them nine several days, I found Sir William Drummond had. When the book came, the Devil sent Fire, which ex luce præbens fumum, We may know more than he. Now Peter ran to seed in soul *Quasi, Qui valet verba:-i. e. all the words which have been, Are, or may be expended by, for, against, with, or on him. A sufficient proof of the utility of this history. Peter's progenitor who selected this name seems to have possessed a pure anticipated rognition of the nature and modesty of this ornament of his pos terity. Furious he rode, where late he ran, Lashing and spurring his tame hobby; A solemn and unsexual man,— This steed in vision he would ride, After these ghastly rides, he came Home to his heart, and found from thence Much stolen of its accustomed flame; His thoughts grew weak, drowsy, and lame Of their intelligence. To Peter's view, all seemed one hue; He was no whig, he was no tory; No Deist and no Christian he; He got so subtle, that to be Nothing, was all his glory. One single point in his belief So thought Calvin and Dominic; So think their fierce successors, who His morals thus were undermined :— The old Peter-the hard, old Potter Was born anew within his mind; In the death hues of agony Lambently flashing from a fish, So in his Country's dying face He looked-and lovely as she lay, And coolly to his own soul said "Do you not think that we might make A poem on her when she's dead: Or, no—a thought is in my head Her shroud for a new sheet I'll take. "My wife wants one.-Let who will bury A famous river in the new Atlantis of the Dynastephyllo Pantisocratists. † See the description of the beautiful colours produced during the agonizing death of a number of trout, in the fourth part of a long poem in blank verse, published within a few years. That poem contains curious evidence of the gradual hardening of a strong but circumscribed sensibility, of the perversion of a penetrating but panic-stricken understanding. The author might have derived a lesson which he had probably forgotten from these sweet and sublime verses. This lesson, Shepherd, let us two divide, Taught both by what she shows and what conceals, With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels. * Nature. And so his Soul would not be gay, But moaned within him; like a fawn As troubled skies stain waters clear, The storm in Peter's heart and mind Now made his verses dark and queer: They were the ghosts of what they were, Shaking dim grave-clothes in the wind. For he now raved enormous folly, Of Baptisms, Sunday-schools, and Graves, 'Twould make George Colman melancholy, To have heard him, like a male Molly, Chaunting those stupid staves. Yet the Reviews, who heaped abuse "He was a man, too great to scan;— A planet lost in truth's keen rays :— As soon as he read that, cried Peter, Then Peter wrote odes to the Devil;- Thy niece and thy daughter, Glut thee with living and dead! "May death and damnation, Flit up from hell with pure intent! Slash them at Manchester, Glasgow, Leeds, and Chester; Drench all with blood from Avon to Trent. "Let thy body-guard yeomen Hew down babes and women And laugh with bold triumph till Heaven be rent, When Moloch in Jewry, Munched children with fury, It was thou, Devil, dining with pure intent."* PART THE SEVENTH. DOUBLE DAMNATION. THE Devil now knew his proper cue.- And said: "For money or for love, *It is curious to observe how often extremes meet. Cobbett and Peter use the same language for a different purpose: Peter is indeed a sort of metrical Cobbett. Cobbett is, however, more mischievous than Peter, because he pollutes a holy and now unconquerable cause with the principles of legitimate murder; whilst the other only makes a bad one ridiculous and odious. If either Peter or Cobbett should see this note, each will feel more indignation at being compared to the other than at any censure implied in the moral perversion laid to their charge. |