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National Monument, in which may be at whose houses subscriptions will be placed busts of all her prime pugilists. received, and by whom any commuWe have indeed sketched a plan of nications (post paid), on the archisuch an edifice, of which we intend to tectural design will, we dare say, be send a copy to our friend Mr Egan— cheerfully transmitted to the publisher one to Mr Jackson, and one to Mr of our MAGNUM Opus. Crib-the Tria Lumina Anglorum
In his Specimens of English poetry, bowse, with no worse a man than good Mr Campbell makes some quotations Master Mayor—and as far as we refrom Cotton's " Voyage to Ireland in collect, the following passage concludes Burlesque,” and remarks, that it pro- with a new and good reason for wearbably furnished the hint of the pecu- ing a nightcap. liar style, spirit, and manner of the With his Staff of Command, yet the man was not " Bath Guide.” There is occasional lame,
But he needed it more when he went, -than he coarseness in this liveliest composition of a very lively writer, as, indeed, After three or four hours of friendly potation
We took leave each of other in courteous fashion. there is in all Charles Cotton's writ
When each one to keep his Brains fast in his head, ings, except a few of his angling songs,
Put on a good Night-cap, and streight-way to bed. and two or three poems of a serious
Next morning he takes a kind leave cast—but we think that we can pre- of his hostess, and of her alone, for he sent our readers with most of the spirit- facetiously remarks, ed passages, without any offence to a That her king, as 'twas rumoured, by late pouring
down, rational delicacy, and that they will This morning had got a foul flaw in his crown, be greatly amused with its good-hu- and joggs on about three miles to moured absurdity, and temporary for. Holmes chapel, where feeling himself getfulness of every thing sober and so- exceedingly thirsty, as he well might, lemn in this world. He commences after so long a ride without any rewith some jocularities on that some- freshment, he pulls up, and determines what indefinite principle of our nature,
on a cheerer. that
A Hay! quoth the foremost, Ho! who keeps the Sets folk so a madding,
house? And makes men and women so eager of gadding; Which said, out an Host comes as brisk as a Louse, Truth is, in my youth I was one of those people His hair comb'd as slick, as a Barber he'd bin, Would have gone a great way to have seen an high A Cravat with black Ribbon tid under his chin, Steeple,
Though by what I saw in him, I streight'gan to fear And though I was bred 'mong the Wonders o' the That knot would be one day slip'd under his ear: Peak,
Quoth he, (with low Congy) what lack you my Lord? Would have thrown away Money, and ventur'd my The best Liquor, quoth I, that the House will afneck
ford ? To have seen a great Hill, or a Rock, or a Cave, You shall streight, quoth he, and then calls out, And thought there was nothing so pleasant and Mary,
Come quickly, and bring us a quart of Canary: He then gives us an agreeable pic- Hold, carla, my spruce Host, for i' th” Morning so ture of himself on starting.
I never drink Liquor but what's made of Barley;
Which words were scarce out, but which made me 'Twas now the most beautiful time of the year,
admire, The days were now long, and the Sky was now
My Lordship was presently turn'd into Squire; clear, And May, that fair Lady of splendid renown,
Ale, Squire, you mean, quoth he, nimbly again,
What, must it be purld ? no, I love it best plain; Had dress’d herself fine, in her flowr'd Tabby Why, if you'll drink Ale, Sir, pray take my advice, Gown,
Here's the best Ale i' th Land, if you'll go to the When about some two hours and a half after Noon,
price, When it grew something late, though I thought it
Better, I sure am, ne'er blew out a stopple,
But then, in plain truth, it is sixpence a Bottle: With a pitiful voice, and a most heavy heart,
Why, Faith, quoth 1, Friend, if your Liquor besuch, I tun'd up my Pipes to sing loth to depart,
For the best Ale in England, it is not too much; The Ditty concluded, I callid for my Horse, Let's have it, and quickly; O Sir! you may stay, And with a good pack did the Jument endorse,
A Pot in your pate is a mile in your way: Till he groan'd and he snorted under the burthen,
Come, bring out a Bottle here presently, Wife, For sorrow had made me a cumbersome Lurden: of the best Cheshire Hum hee'er drank in his life. And now farewell Dove, where I've caught such
Streightoutcomes the Mistress in Waistcoat of Silk, brave Dishes
As clear as a Milk-maid, and white as her Milk, of over-grown, golden, and silver-scald Fishes :
With Visage as oval and slick as an Egg, Thy Trout and thy Grailing may now feed se
As streight as an Arrow, as right as my Leg; curely,
A court'sie she made, as demure as a Sister, I've left none behind me can take 'em so surely; I could not forbear, but alighted and kiss'd her, Feed on then, and breed on, until the next year, Then ducking another with most modest meen, But if I return I expect my arrear.
The first word she said, was, wilt please you walk
in ? First night he sleeps at Congerton,
I thank'd her, but told her, I then could not stay, and tells us that he had a comfortable for the haste of my bus’ness did call me away;
She said she was sorry it fell out so odd,
last ventures, on repeated solicitations I would stay there a night, she assurd me the Na- from the captain, to sit down on a chair
by his side. But of all this we are Mean while, my spruce Landlord has broken the told nothing, so suppose Charlie to
have passed a good night, and
With intent (so God mend me) I have gone to the
Choire, Mine Host pour'd and fillid, till he could fill no When streight I perceived myself all on a fire; fuller,
For the two fore-named things had so heated my Look here, Sir, quoth he, both for Nap and for co
That a little Phlebotomy would doe me good;
When having twelve Ounces he bound up my arme,
For I had no more mind to look on my Psalter roundly;
Than (saving your presence) I had to a Halter;
But like a most wicked and obstinate Sinner,
I din'd with good stomach, and very good chear,
and good Ale and Beer;
When my self having stuff'd than a Bag-pipe more ter in the West" about two in the after full, noon, and nothing can be more divert
I fell to my smoaking untill I grew dull;
And therefore to take a fine nap thought it best. ing than the important air with which
Having thus been cheated out of the he dismounts, as if he had performed morning service, he determined, on a most formidable journey—and the no account whatever, to miss that of comfortable and self-satisfied good hu- the afternoon, so, mour with which he takes possession with that starting up, for my man did I whistle,
And comb'd out and powder'd my locks that were of his quarters. Our friend Cotton
grizle, has no notion this day of being shook Had my clothes neatly brush'd, and then put on in his seat after dinner, so he sends
Resolv'd now to go and attend on the word. his nag to the stable for the night, and We are sorry to be obliged to say, begins to reflect on his own situation. that we cannot think Mr Cotton was a
And now in high time 'twas to call for some Meat, very devout person this day in church,
but we shall charitably suppose that
tion. We are led to conjecture, that Thy Guests shall by thee ne'er be turn'd to a Com
he yawned much during the service, And here I must stop the Career of my Muse,
from the extreme alacrity with which The poor Jade is weary, "lass ! how should she chuse, he quitted the cathedral. The service And if I should farther here spur on my Course,
No sooner was ended, but whir and away,
All save Master Mayor, who still gravely stays ly dinner, and before going to bed, we Till the rest had left room for his Worship and's are not told, but, somehow or other,
Then he and his Brethren in order appear, the silence speaks of pipes and malt I out of my stall and fell into his rear; liquor, and the reader feels that the
For why, 'tis much safer appearing, no doubt,
In Authority's Tail, than the head of a Rout. bard retired to the downs, somewhat In this rev'rend order we marched from Pray'r;
The Mace before me borne as well as the May'r; the better of his tankard, at rather a
Who looking behind him, and seeing most plain late hour. We think we see him sita A glorious Gold Belt in the rear of his Train,
Made such a low Congey, forgetting his place, ting in a little snug parlour, a three
I was never so honour'd before in my days; legged table, with a circular top, at his But then off went my scalp-case, and down went my
Fist, elbow-covered, but not crowded
Till the Pavement, too hard, by my knuckles was as he puffs away in solitary bliss, kissid, a gentle mist just dimming the bright- By which, though thick-sculld, he must understand ness of the fire and candle light. Mrs That I was a most humble Servant of his;
Which also so wonderfull kindly he took, Anderton perhaps comes smiling and (As I well perceiv'd both b' his gesture and look,) courtseying in, to ask if he finds That to have mc dogg'd home, he streightway ap
pointed, every thing quite comfortable ; and at Resolving, it seems, to be better acquainted;
I was scarce in my Quarters, and set down on Crup After supper the Mayor's curiosity
per, But his man was there too, to invite me to Supper. begins to awaken ; and certainly, after
After many excuses offered in vain, giving his guest a capital supper, he the poet finds that to the mayor's hé is entitled to know something of his must go, and really we, who have sup
birth and parentage.
Wherefore making me draw something nearer his ped with many mayors, cannot see
Chair, that he was at all to be pitied. He will'd and requir'd me there to declare
My Countrey, my Birth, my Estate, and my Parts, We never, in a borough, decline a
And whether I was not a Master of Arts; meal with one of the council--but re And cke what the bus'ness was had brought me
thither, joice to breakfast with a Convener, to
With what I was going about now, and whither : dine with a Provost, and sup with a Giving me caution, nu lye should escape me,
For if I should trip, he should certainly trap me, Dean of Guild. No respectable Scots
1 answer'd, my Country was fam'd Stafford-shire; man would act otherwise. At this That in Deeds, Bills, and Bonds, I was ever writ
Squire ; time the Mayor of Chester was a prime That of Land, I had both sorts, some good, and magistrate indeed.
But that a great part on't was pawnd to the Devil; As he sate in his Chair, he did not much vary, That as for my Parts, they were such as he saw; In stat , nor in face, from our Eighth English Har That indeed I had a small smatt'ring of Law,
Which I lately had got more by prac.ice than readBut whether his face was swelld up with fat,
ing, Or puff'd with Glory, I cannot tell that:
By sitting o'th' Bench, whilst others were pleading; Being enter'd the Chamber half length of a Pike, But that Arms I had ever ipore studi'd than Arts, And cutting of faces exceerlingly like
And was now to a Captain rais'd by my deserts : One of those little Gentlemen brought from the That 'twas bus'ness which led me through Palatine Indics,
ground And skrewing myself into Congeys and Cringes, Into Ireland, whither now I was bound: By then I was half way advancdl in the Room Where his Worship’s great favour 1 loud will proHis Worship most rev'rendly rose from his Bum,
claim, And with the more Honour to grace and to greet And in all other places where ever I came.
He said, as to that, I might doe what I list, Advanc'd a whole step and an half for to meet me; But that I was wellcome, and gave me his fist; Where leisurely doffing a Hat worth a Tester, When having my Fingers made crack with his He bade me most heartily wellcome to Chester ;
gripes, I thank'd him in Language the best I was able, He call'a to his man for some Bottles and Pipes. And so we forthwith site us all down to Table.
We believe that the conversation During supper a slight altercation with men of authority after supper, occurs between Mistress May’ress and would not, in general, make very pretty her Lord-for
poetry, and so Cotton opined. Straight with the look and the tone of a Scold,
To trouble you here with a longer Narration Mistress May'ress coinplained that the Pottage was Of the several parts of our Confabulation, cold,
Perhaps would be tedious, I'll therefore remit ye And all long of your fiddle-faddle, quoth she,
Ev'n to the most rev'rend Records of the City, Why, what then, Goody Two-shoes, what if it be?
Where doubtless the Acts of the May'rs are record. Hold you, if you can, your little tattle, quoth he.
ed, Charles is at a loss to know certainly, And if not more truly, yet much better worded. what conclusions to draw from this About one in the morning he takes little connubial dialogue, as to the leave of the Mayor, but not without quarter in which authority is lodged making him the present of in the mansion-house of Chester. And A certain fantastical box and a stopper, we can understand his perplexity. It gifts being, to his certain knowledge, is no uncommon thing, we are con- and to ours, always most acceptable vinced, (we speak as bachelors) for to great men. man and wife to arrange before-hand, Next morning he procures a guide little argumentations and seeming bick
to conduct him over the Welsh mounerings, before company, in which each tains, who rides upon the following party behaves with so much self-pos horse. session, and disregard of each other's opi It certainly was the most ugly of Jades, nion or feelings, that it is quite impossi
His hips and his rump made a right Ace of Spades;
His sides were two Ladders, well spur.galld withall; ble for a spectator to say whether or not His neck was a Helve, and his head was a Mall;
For his colour, my pains and your trouble l'il spare, the Lady be a Hen-pecker, and taps For the Creature was wholly denuded of hair. the hollow beech-tree. Mr Cotton And, except for two things, as bare as my nail,
A tuft of a Mane, and a sprig of a Tail; makes the following judicious reflections on this incident.
Now such as the Beast was, even such was the
Rider, I was glad she was snapp'd thus, and guess'd by th' With a head like a Nutmeg and legs like a Spider; discourse,
A voice like a Cricket, a look like a Rat, The May'r, not the gray Mare, was the better Horse; The brains of a Goose, and the heart of a Cat; And yet for all that, there is reason to fear,
Even such was my Guide, and his Beast, let them She submitted but out of respect to his year ;
At Flint, Mister Cotton stops to get
a “ jug of sommat," and then canters Ind e'ery one there filld his Belly in quiet, on to Holly-well.
But the Lord of Flint Castle's no Lord worth & But now my Guide told me, it time was to go,
For that to our beds we must both ride and row;
I soon was down stairs, and as suddenly mounted.
They reach the banks of the Con-
scribed in the line,
But 'tis pretty'st Cob-Castle e'er i beheld.
We regret that Cotton did not de-
ferry-boat, which are not, in general, Here he is anxious to pay a visit to greatly relieved by the arrival of a set the famous medicinal well, but not so
of insolent, ignorant, rash, cowardly, anxious as to forget the great leading and drunken ferrymen. But he seems principle on which his journey was
to have laid down a resolution not to conducted.
lose his temper on any occasion whatI went into th' Kitchen, where Vict'als I saw,
ever, and he takes leave of us with his
When the Ferry-boat brasking his sides 'gainst the
Where scurvily landing at foot of the Fort,
Within very few paces we enter'd the Port,
Where another King's head invited me down, His description of the Well itself is
For indeed I have ever been true to the Crown. very prettily written, and looks well,
It is perhaps requisite to know, surrounded by the absurdity in which as well as we do, the character of Cotit is set.
ton, in many respects an interesting
must be pleased with it. It gives one But streak’d with pure red, as the Morning with quite the feeling of being on a jour
light, Which they say is her bloud, and so it may be, ney. No sentimentalist, Charles CotBut for that, let who shed it look to it for me.
ton. He snuffs his dinner in the disOver the Fountain a Chapel there stands, Which I wonder has scap'd Master Oliver's hands;
tant inn with a wolf-like-a vultureThe floor's not ill pav'd, and the Margent o’ th’like sagacity-and the moment he sits
on happiness. No allusion is ever
ture. T'here he is, and he is happy.
or Master Mayor. He has no secrets, said,
and communicates freely his whole And 'tis true, for I heard Folks Teeth hack in their head.
history to people, who, he knows, are He quaffs a liberal glass of the sanc
never to see him again, and when he tified water, flirts sprightlily, but ten
gone, all remember him only as derly, with the fair maiden who pre
the Captain.” Short and easy stages sents it to him, and then, true to his
are his delight, and though we part dinner, as the needle to the pole, he with him at Conway, we follow him, is attracted to his house of entertain- in imagination, day after day, till at ment.
last we think we see him shipped for My dinner was ready, and to it I fell,
Ireland " at the Head.” He makes no
statistical observations as he jogs along
ed, or in chops.
He has no great eye Much against his inclination and even for the picturesque; and though usual practice, our poet ventures to he no doubt saw the trees, and fields, sally forth in continuation after din- and vales, and mountains, as he rode ner.
along, he had something better to
think of, at the end of a stage--a snug or the Honourable Mrs Murray, or to room, a clear tankard, a broiled fowl, the reverend Richard Warner of Bath, and a pretty landlady. His “ Jour- or, above all absurd people alive or ney” is called a burlesque. For our dead, to-whom shall we say? why own parts, we think it a misnomer; then-to-no-it would not be fair. and were we wishing to read a bur- So learn better manners and be quiet. lesque, we would turn to Mrs Spence,
REMARKS ON SOME OF OUR LATE NUMBERS; BY A LIBERAL WHIG.
gerous book in the hands of young I have been amusing myself in the and inflammable persons ; and on country with the late Numbers of that account, when one is inclined to your Magazine, and still more with be very serious, one may regret that Dr Morris. I do not think that the it ever was written. But this is a good people of Aberystwith and its charge to which it is obnoxious only vicinity will recognise their Æscula- in common with a great many other pius, or that Lady Johnes will admit seductive works of fancy and genius, his affinity, or give him credentials of about which no such mighty stir has such a nature as Perkin Warbeck re been made, and to which no such vioceived from his aunt of Burgundy. lent exception was ever taken, even But the reception his work will afford though they might be accidentally him at Glasgow and Edinburgh, is found on the shelves of a young lady's probably of more importance to him library. It has also several very unthan the impression it may make a- orthodox hits at matters of faith ; mong his first and second cousins in some indecent witticisms at the exCardiganshire. However, I hope he pense of Scriptural phrases and Scripmeans to publish his three new vo tural histories; and (what is of graver lumes before the gout has quite de- moment) some doubts expressed as to molished him-a catastrophe to which a future state-doubts only, however, he seems to be making rapid strides, not denials—incidentally and not ofnotwithstanding his skill in medicine. fensively introduced, and by no means He will die in good company; for, if of so objectionable a character as his the bulletins froin the Tent are to be celebrated stanzas in Childe Harold, credited, there is not a man among about which no such fuss was made, the “ Contributors” who does not according to the best of my remake vigorous efforts to partake his membrance. Upon the whole, I screwing and pricking honours, and am convinced that the violent outcry share his fate. Certainly your Peter's raised against the book is not so much Letters, and your Twelfth of August, to be attributed to any thing in its are only part of a conspiracy, anong actual design and tendency, as to the the wine and brandy merchants, a (I fear I may say) deserved unpopugainst the new school of water-drink- larity of the author's moral character ers—a school of which I would not, and conduct, and the understanding however, have you imagine that I am which prevailed of its being accommyself a disciple.
panied, in MS, with a sort of personal I do not much admire your criti- allusions and assaults, reported to be cisms on Lord Byron's new poem. I of the most libellous nature, from have lately read' his formidable Don which no man or woman, in any way Juan; and, while I agree as to its notorious, could tell whether he or she transcendant merit, both as a work of might be safe, and the importance of imagination, and a general satire upon which was magnified to an infinite men and manners, I cannot subscribe degree by the absurd air of mystery to the overstrained and somewhat which enveloped the publication of it. hypocritical tone of abhorrence which The levity with which the poet turns it is the fashion to adopt with respect the terrors and sublimities of his own to it, on the alleged scores of morality genius into ridicule, so far from conand religion. It contains many high- verting into matter of serious charge wrought descriptions of the voluptu- against him, I consider with admira!!s kind, which may render it a dan- tion, as affording the highest evidence