« Sir, I like a good hater.»-See the Life of Dr Johnon, etc.

Note 2. Stanza xxvi.

Also there bin another pious reason.
With every thing that pretty bin,
My lady sweet arise.-SHAKSPEARE.

Note 3. Stanza xlv.

They and their bills, Arcadians both, are left.

His bell-mouth'd goblet makes me feel quite Danish.

If I err not, «< Your Dane» is one of Jago's Catalogue of Nations «<exquisite in their drinking.»

Note 6. Stanza lxxviii.

Even Nimrod's self might leave the plains of Dura.

In Assyria.

Note 7. Stanza xcvi.

That Scriptures out of church are blasphemies..

<< Mrs Adams answered Mr Adams, that it was ble phemous to talk of Scripture out of church.» T dogma was broached to her husband-the best Chr tian in any book. See Joseph Andrews, in the latter chapters.

Note 8. Stanza cvi.

The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet,
Should have a book, and a small trout to pull it.

It would have taught him humanity at least. Th sentimental savage, whom it is a mode to quote (among the novelists) to show their sympathy for innocent spors and old songs, teaches how to sew up frogs, and break their legs by way of experiment, in addition to the art of angling, the cruellest, the coldest, and the stupidest of pretended sports. They may talk about the beauties of nature, but the angler merely thinks of his dish of fish; he has no leisure to take his eyes from off the streams, and a single bite is worth to him more than all the scenery around. Besides, some fish bite best on a rainy day. The whale, the shark, and the tunny fishery have somewhat of noble and perilous in them; even net fishing, trawling, etc. are more humane and useful-but angling!-No angler can be a good man.

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e of the best men I ever knew-as humane, deninded, generous, and excellent a creature as any 'world-was an angler: true, he angled with d flies, and would have been incapable of the agances of I. Walton.>>

above addition was made by a friend in reading the MS.-< Audi alteram partem»>-I leave it to Perbalance my own observation.

DON JUAN.

CANTO XIV.

I.

Ir from great Nature's or our own abyss
Of thought we could but snatch a certainty,
Perhaps mankind might find the path they miss-
But then 't would spoil much good philosophy.
One system eats another up, and this

Much as old Saturn ate his progeny;
For when his pious consort gave him stones
In lieu of sons, of these he made no bones.

II.

But system doth reverse the Titan's breakfast,
And eats her parents, albeit the digestion
Is difficult. Pray tell me, can you make fast,
After due search, your faith to any question?
Look back o'er ages, ere unto the stake fast

You bind yourself, and call some mode the best one. Nothing more true than not to trust your senses;

And yet what are your other evidences?

VOL. XIII.

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