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rous description. Satyrs gambled along the worth all the rest put together. Many % walls, and thoughtless nymphs were seen beauteous head, and many a voluptuous very much exposed anong the dark recesses form of alabaster, awoke in him the softest of an ancient forest. Agenor endeavoured feeling of delight; many a group of Bacto find out the meaning of his situation, but chanals taught him a joyful indifference ; could not Presently the prætor's wife en- and many a picture bore a motto from the tered. She took his hand with much cor- songs of Horace, which told him that life is diality, and said, · My dear Agenor, parshort, and that we should gather its roses don me for this detention : I cannot let while fate leaves them in our power. Xeno's you depart, without some advice concerning philosophy had once been his pride; but a the perils of this bad city ; for I perceive softness of heart now crept in upon him; you are a stranger. Young men sometimes and the feelings of the Stoics died away endeavour to get near the emperor in public before other feelings, which rendered him a places, in order to see his person. Beware fitter inhabitant for modem Rome. In the of doing so. It is impossible to say what morning he had scrupled about returning to might happen if you should attract his the prætor's house ; but now he said, " I notice ; for his power is absolute, and mis- must go back to see Phrosine.' chief is always in his thoughts. Do not “ In the mean time, as it was yet early in associate with gladiators and charioteers, the forenoon, he repaired to the circus, who seldom leave an obolus in the pockets where he found the citizens already placed of their companions; nor with Greeks, who in thousands along its far-spreading benches, are sad impostors. Again, your handsome and some of them distinguished by very person may chance to captivate some of our magnificent attire. The games began. Ra. matrons, who love gallantry ; but although cers and combatants appeared on the vast they should smile on you from their win- arena. Trumpets were sounded. dows, and beckon with a look of insinua- ber of tigers, newly brought from confinetion, do not stop to talk with them ; other. ment, scattered the dust in their terrific wise you will get entangled in a thousand gambols. Blood began to be shed, and acscrapes. You will be left in the lurch, clamations to rise from the populace. The while they go to intrigue with some other wild animals increased the noise in receivperson. Avoid all this, and come often ing their mortal stabs, and the gladiators back to visit me,' said the prætor's wife, fought and died with enthusiasm ; for the laying her hand upon his shoulder : • Be sweet music of applause rung in their ears assured I will prove as good a friend as can until they could not hear it any longer. be met with in Rome."

Agenor grew much interested in these Agenor was a good deal astonished. fatal sports. Nevertheless, he fell somePerhaps he would have been at a loss what times into reveries about Phrosine ; and in to say ; but the prætor himself was that glancing his eye over the long rows of the moment heard lumbering up stairs, and circus, he observed the prætor's wife at. hemming at intervals, in a state of intoxi- tended not only by her husband, who was

His wife started up, and bade a corpulent figure with a red nose, and a Agenor good night. She then opened a countenance full of good-natured sensuality, private passage down to the street, and but also by some of the handsomest men in gently pushed him out, saying, with a smile, Rome. • Farewell at present; come back to-mor- “ Agenor thought there was no need of row, and I shall introduce you to the prætor, increasing the number. He therefore left who is a very worthy man.

the circus, and went to see if Phrosine had " When Agenor came away, the streets been left at home. Fortunately this was were still as crowded as ever, but afforded the case. He found her watering some more examples of the debaucheries and plants in an open gallery, and removing vices of Rome. The town which Cato such of their leaves as had withered by too loved was now sadly altered. Every god powerful a sun. She recognised him with and every virtue had left the place; and blushes of gladness ; and, after a short although their temples remained as beauti- time, Agenor engaged in dressing the flowful as in better times, they were filled with ers along with her. These young people scoffing instead of prayer. Agenor had found this occupation a very pleasing one. lived as yet uncontaminated ; and the con- Their smiles met every moment over hyaduct of the prætor's wife that night had not cinths and myrtles ; and their words were seduced him, because he thought of Phro- breathed in a low voice among exhalations sine. Phrosine's image engrossed his atten- of perfume. When Phrosine thought the tion so much that he could scarcely find the jars were ill arranged, Agenor transposed house where he meant to sleep ; and when them so as to produce a finer grouping of he lay down, the fantastic dreams of youth the blossoms ; and when their pitcher of continued hovering about his pillow. water was exhausted, this languishing boy

" Next morning he took a walk through and girl, who had already forgotten all conthe town. He viewed the public buildings, ventional forms of behaviour, went, arm in the places noted in history, the books of the arm, to the fountain down in the garden, Sybils, which he could not understand, and to get more. There, at a basin of marble, the charming productious of the fine arts, which foamed to the brim, they replenished Vol. III,




Some Account of the Life and Writings of Ensign Odoherty. [April their vessel. Some drops of the spray came

“ • There can be no doubt of it,' replied dashing on Phrosine's white shoulders ; and Agenor. It is evident she wishes you out Agenor used the freedom to wipe them off of her family.' with a corner of her garment. Phrosine sub- “ • But what is worse,' said Phrosine mitted with a slight struggle ; but all this with tears in her eyes, and at the same time took place in silence, for the feelings of the laying her hand upon his shoulder, • would parties were by far too serious to suit with you believe it, Agenor? I can hardly be jests and compliments. Afterwards they leant sure that my own uncle, if circumstances for a long time, side by side, against the should entice him, will not deliver me up trunk of a chesnut. Their souls were lost to this monster who calls himself the Em in musing, and their eyes were fixed on the peror. It seems he had observed me with shadows of branches that played over the particular attention somewhere in public, sunny ground before them. Ah! how and has repeatedly inquired about me since. pleasing is a country life,' said Phrosine, ‘I The prætor is at present in favour; but if sometimes wish that I could get leave to he were to evade any of Nero's orders, there spend my time in Calabria, or Apulea, or would at once be an end to his farther good some of those delightful provinces where the fortune, and perhaps his life.' ground is covered with yellow sheaves, and “ « Then why, my beautiful Phrosine,' where the days are so beautiful, that if a said our youth, gently encircling her waist, person merely walks about in the open air, . why do you remain here to endanger it is enough to make him regardless of all your uncle's life ? Would it not be much other pleasures. I do not like the town or wiser, and more consistent with your duty, its inhabitants. Our visitors are so cold. to marry a poor husbandman who adores hearted, that I am treated as a child if I be you, and set out for Calabria, where you have kindly to them. They laugh at any will enjoy all the pleasures of a charming person who is simple enough to feel attach- climate, and never hear of this wicked Ema ment even for themselves. Again, there is peror any more ? Surely this proposal need no peace or security in Rome; for every one only be stated, to make you at once perceive 'is afraid of being cruelly insulted by the its propriety.' emperor, or some of his favourites; and « Oh, but my aunt,' said Phrosine, their brutality renders so many precautions sobbing, in great agitation, she would necessary, that I am inclined more and

not approve of my conduct.' more to envy the inhabitants of those dis. Nor would you approve of hers, if tant provinces who are out of its reach. you knew all the particulars of it,' replied Pray, from what province do you come ?! Agenor. • Wrap your veil about your • From no other than Calabria,' replied head, and we shall get out by the garden Agenor. • I have a small farm there; but door, which opens into some of the back a country life is sometimes insipid, and I lanes. A couple of mules can soon be pur. came to Rome from curiosity and desire of chased ; and in a short time we will be far change. Ah, Phrosine ! if I had not come from Rome.' to Rome, I should never have enjoyed the * Oh no, it is impossible,' said Phrohappiness of being near you; and now, if I sine, ' I cannot go just now.' go back to Calabria, I shall not know what . Just now is the very best time, reto do with my heart.'

plied Agenor. • Every person is at present " • Keep your heart with sufficient care, in the circus, where Nero performs as a said Phrosine, blushing, and it will give charioteer ; and neither the prætor nor his you no trouble. Those deep and lasting wife can return till the games are finished. attachments which have been described by Come along,' said our youth, employing a the poets, are no longer to be found in little gentle violence. Rome. It is now the fashion to change ra- " • Oh no, it is impossible,' said Phropidly from one object of admiration to ano- sine, weeping and struggling, and graduther, and, indeed, never to allow the feelings ally allowing herself to be dragged away. to be seriously engaged at all. The example

of Nero, and his detestable court, has anni,
hilated every thing amiable, and left us

“ The moral is, that a great deal may nothing but selfishness, profligacy, and in

be done with young ladies, if they are taken difference.!

by surprise."
“ • Then you must seek elsewhere,' said
Agenor, • for a heart which is worthy of
you. Rome, as you describe it, can never
be the theatre of your happiness.'

«• Oh! I could endure it well enough,' WRITINGS OF ENSIGN AND ADJU
said Phrosine, provided I were agreeably TANT ODOHERTY, LATE OF THE
situated at home. But the prætor's wife is 99TH REGIMENT.
jealous of the attention I receive from her
visitors, and sometimes treats me with a de-

gree of barshness which it is difficult to
support. She is still fond of admiration, as

The Ode to Messrs Young and Wayou may observe, and imagines that I wish ters, with part of which we closed our to encroach upon her share.'

last notice of Mr Odoherty's life, has



a merit which is far from being com- For me, I wish no brighter sky mon among modern lyrics-it expres

Than o'er a jug of grog, ses the habitual feelings of the author. When fancy kindles in the eye, The composer of an ode, in these

The good gray eye of Hogg. times, is usually obliged to throw When Misery's car is at its speed, himself out of his own person, into To make the heart where sorrows bleed that of some individual placed in a

Leap lightly like a frog ; situation more picturesque than has Gay verdure o'er the crag to shower, fallen to his own share-he is obliged And blossoms o'er the bog, to disiniss all recollection of his own Wit's potent magic has the power, papered parlour and writing-desk, and When thou dost wield it, Hogg! to imagine himself, pro tempore, a In the escritoir of the Ensign, his burning Indian, a dying soldier, or a executors found, among letters from love-sick young lady, as it may hape the first literary characters of the day, pen. He thus loses that intense air many excellent ones from Mr Hogg ; of personal emotion, which forms the and the following beautiful lines formprincipal charm in the stern heroics ed the postscript to that one in which of Pindar, the elegant drinking songs he returned thanks to our poet for the of Horace, the gay chansons of Des- above tribute to his own kindred gehoulieres, and the luxurious erotics nius. of Tom Moore. Odoherty wrote of O hone, Odoherty! Young and Waters in his own person, I canna weel tell what is wrang ; -the feelings which he has embodied But oh, man, since you gaed frae me, in verse, are the daily, or rather night- The days are unco dull and lang. ly, visitants of his own bosom. If truth I try the paper and the sclate, and nature form the chief excellence of And pen, and cawk, and killivine ; poetry, our hero may take his place a

But nothing can I write of late,

That even Girzzy ca's divine. mong the most favoured children of

O hone, Odoherty ! the muse.

O hone, Odoherty! Those taverns were, however, far Oh weary fa' the fates' decree, from being the scenes of mere merri- That garred the Captain part frae me. ment and punch-drinking. The bowl O hone, Odoherty ! was seasoned with the conversation of Come back, come back to Ettrick lake, associates, of whom it is sufficient to And ye sall hear, and ye sall see, say, that they were indeed worthy to What l’se do for the Captain's sake. sit at the board with Ensign and Ad- I'll coff tobacco o' the best, jutant Odoherty. The writer of this And pipes baith lang and short l’se gie ; has no personal knowledge of these Frae morn tií night, 'tween you and me.

And the toddy-stoup sall ne'er get rest, distinguished persons; but from the

O hone, Odoherty ! letters and poems of the Ensign's, com- O hone, Odoherty ! posed during his stay in Edinburgh, O welcome sall the moment be it is evident, that those upon whom That brings the Captain back to me. he set most value, were the following Next to the Ettrick Shepherd, the gentlemen : James Hogg, Esq., the member of the Dilettanti who shared celebrated author of “ The Queen's most of Ensign Odoherty's confidence Wake,” “Pilgrims of the Sun," “ Ma- and affection was William Allan, Esq. dor of the Moor," and other well-known This gentleman's genius as a painter poems. Of this great man Odoherty does not require any notice on the always wrote with rapture-take the present occasion. He has, we undere following specimen.

stand, done justice to his own feelings,

and to his friend, by introducing a While worldly men through stupid years Without emotion jog,

striking likeness of Odoherty's feaDevoid of passions, hopes, and fears,

tures into one of his principal pieces. As senseless as a log

Reader, the Cobler in the Press-gang I much prefer my nights to spend,

is Odoherty! To Mr Allan, OdoherA happy ranting dog,

ty frequently addressed humorous é And see dull care his front unbend pistles in verse. We prefer, however, Before the smile of Hogg.

to quote the following eulogy, which The life of man's a season drear,

is written in the Adjutant's best seriImmersed in mist and fog,

ous manner. Until the star of wit appear,

When wondering ages shall have rolled away, And set its clouds agog.

And that be ancient which is new to-day ;


I saw,


When time has pour’d his warm and soften- While I, deserted, the cold pangs deplore, ing glow

Or breathe the wrath which slighted beauty O'er that pale virgin's * throbbing breast of feels. snow,

When first I entered glad, with glad mamma, And lent the settled majesty of years

The girls were ranged and clustered round To those grim Spahis and those proud viziers;

us then ; From distant lands the ardent youth shall

Few beaux were there, those few with scorn To gaze with admiration-breathless

Unknowing Dandies that could come at ten. dumb To fix his eyes, like orbs of marble, there! My buoyant heart beat high with promised And let his soul luxuriate in despair.

pleasure, Posterity! Ah, what's a name to thee ! My dancing garland moved with airy grace; What Raphael is, my Allan then shall be. Quick beat my active toe to Gow's gay mea

sure, As the writer of the present notice

And undissembled triumph wreathed my intends to publish in a separate form face. the poetical verses of Odoherty, with authentic portraits of his friends, it is Fancy prospective took a proud survey not necessary to quote any more of Even where I stood my legs began to play

Of all the coming glories of the night; these effusions now. The pleasantry

So racers paw the turf e'er jockeys smite. of the Ensign was always harmless, and his very satire was both dart and And " who shall be my partner first ?" I balsam. He never condescended to

said, personalities, except in one solitary

As my thoughts glided o'er the coming

beaux ; instance, in a song, entitled, “The

“ Not Tom, nor Ned, nor Jack,” -I tossYoung Man of the West,” composed

ed my head, upon Mr James Grahame, the famous Nice grew my taste, and high my scorn Anti-Malthusian philosopher.

This song he used to sing with great hum

“ If Dicky asks me, I shall spit and sprain ; our, to the tune of “ A Cobler there When Sam approaches, headachs I will was, &c.” but though frequently urg- mention ; ed to do so, he never would print it; I'll freeze the colonel's heart with cold disand on his own manuscript copy there

dain :" is this note, “ Let the Young ilan of Thus cruelly ran on my glib invention. the West be destroyed,” an injunction while yet my fancy revelled in her dreams, which has since been scrupulously The sets are forming, and the fiddles scrapcomplied with.

ing; During one of those brilliant even- Gow's wakening chord a stirring prelude ings at the Dilettanti, which, says our bard in a letter to the present writer, The beaux are quizzing, and the misses “ will for ever live in the memory of

gaping. all who enjoyed them,” the conversa- Beau after beau approaches, bows, and tion ran upon the Italian improvisa

smiles, tori. Odoherty remarked, that the Quick to the dangler's arm springs glad power which appeared to many so

ma'amselle; wonderful, was no way uncommon, And full upon my ear “ THE TRIUMPH”

Pair after pair augments the sparkling files, and offered to recite, or write down

swells. currente calamo, a poem upon any given subject. The president proposed I flirt my fan in time with the mad fiddle, An Elegy, by a Young Lady in a

My eye pursues the dancers' motions flying ; BaH-room disappointed of a Partner," Cross hands! Balancez ! down and up the and the Adjutant wrote down the fol- To join the revel how my heart is dying. lowing twenty four-line stanzas in fifty-three minutes nineteen seconds by One miss sits down all glowing from the dance, a stop-watch. Such an achievement Another rises, and another yet; throws the admirable Crichton into Beaux upon belles, and belies on beaux ad. the shade.

The tune unending, ever full the set.
Elegy written in a Ball-room.

At last a pause there comes--to Gow's keen
THE[beaux are jogging on the pictured floor, hand
The belles responsive trip with lightsome The hurrying lacky hands the enlivening


The misses sip the ices where they stand, Circassian captive.

And gather vigour to renew the sport.




I round the room dispense a wistful glance, female hand on hot-pressed gilt paper, Wish Ned, or Dick, or Tom, would crave is intended to explain the great leadthe honour;

ing object of the poem : I hear Sam whisper to Miss B., “ Dom dance,"

There was a time when every sort of people And launch a withering scowl of envy on her. Created, relished, and commended jokes ; Sir Billy capers up to Lady Di;

But now a joker's stared at, like a steeple, In vain I cough as gay Sir Billy passes ;

By the majority of Christian folks.

Dulness has tanned her hide to thickness The Major asks my sister-faint I sigh, “ Well after this the men are grown such


And Observation sets one in the stocks, asses !”

When you've been known a comic song to In vain! in vain ! again the dancers mingle,

With lazy eye I watch the busy scene, Write notices, or any harmless thing.
Far on the pillowed sofa sad and single,
Languid the attitude—but sharp the spleen. This Edinburgh, Edina, or Dunedin-

('Cleped, in the Bailie's lingo, " the Good "La! ma'am, how hot !"_“You're quite Town;" fatigued, I see ;"

But styled “ Auld Reekie" by all Celts now “ What a long dance !"_" And so you're treading come to town!"

Her streets, bows, wynds, lanes, crescents, Such casual whispers are addressed to me,

up and down, But not one hint to lead the next sed down. Her labyrinths of stairs and closes threading The third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, Those bandy, broad-faced, rough-kneed,

On other people's business or their own are gone, And now the seventh—and yet I'm asked Those horny-fisted, those gill-swigging cad

ragged laddiesnot once!

dies.) When supper comes must I descend alone ? Does Fate deny me my last prayer-a dunce?

This Edinburgh some call Metropolis, Mamma supports me to the room for mun. And Capital, and Athens of the Northching,

I know not what they mean..I'm sure of There turkey's breast she crams, and wing

this, of puilet;

Tho' she abounds in men of sense and worth, I slobbering jelly, and hard nuts am crunch- Her staple and predominant qualities ing,

Are ignorance, and nonsense, and so forth ; And pouring tuns of trifle down my gullet.

I don't like making use of a hard word,

But 'tis the merest hum I ever heard. No beau invites me to a glass of sherry ; Above me stops the salver of champaigne ; There's our Mackenzie ; all with veneration While all the rest are tossing brimmers merry, See him that Harley felt and Caustic drew : I with cold water comfort my disdain. There's Scott, the pride and darling of his Ye bucks of Edinburgh! ye tasteless crea

nation, tures!

Poet and cavalier, kind, generous, true. Ye vapid Dandies! how I scorn you all! There's Jeffrey, who has been the botheration Green slender slips, with pale cheese-pairing of the whole world with his glib sharp Review, features,

And made most young Scots lawyers mad And awkward, lumbring, red-faced boobies

with whiggerytall.

There's Leslie, Stewart, Alison, and Gregory. Strange compounds of the beau and the at- But these and some few others being named, torney!

I don't remember one more great gun in her; Raw lairds ! and school-boys for a whisker The remanent population can't be blamed, shaving!

Because their chief concern in life's their May injured beauty's glance of fury burn ye!

dinner. I hate you-clowns and fools ! but hah! To give examples I should be ashamed, -I'm raving!

And people would cry, “ Lord ! that wicked

sinner!” We shall now take leave, for the (For all we gentry here are quite egg-shells, present, of Odoherty and the Dilet- We can't endure jokes that come near " oortanti Society, with an extract from sells.") his longest and latest poem, entitled “ Young's Night Thoughts” (a hu. They say that knowledge is diffused and morous allusion to the before-men

general, tioned celebrated tavern). Lively as

And taste and understanding are so common,

I'd rather see a sweep-boy suck a penny roll, this strain is, we can scarcely read it Than listen to a criticising woman. without tears; for it was, we repeat, And as for poetry, the time of dinner all, the very last of his works here below. Thank God, I then have better things to do, The following proem, copied by a man.

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