it," added he; " but, were you to ask them its nature, the one would pretend that his was pure Pit-water, and the other protest that he himself only used a little genuine and salubrious Hollands; although his enemies pretend that he, or at least that some of his followers, preferred a French liqueur double distilled, a la Burdett." My curiosity now became ungovernable; and, as the lively genius aforesaid was standing near the courtyard wall leaning on his racket, after having played, as we used to say at the High-school, a very hard end, I could not help addressing him for some explanation. "I see, sir," said I very respectfully, upon some of these loose leaves with which your dexterity and that of your companions has been sheeting this area, certain works to which our upper world is no stranger. But, what greatly surprises me is, to behold fragments of some books bearing the names of well-known authors, who, I am pretty confident, have not yet given such productions to the public." "My friend," replied he, in a very peculiar tone of voice, which I have certainly heard somewhere about Edinburgh, 66 you must know that what you now behold is an emblematical representation as well of what is to happen, as of what has befallen in the earthly walks of literature and criticism. You remember, I doubt not, the occupation of Anchises in the shades ?"" "I rather think I do not," replied I. The goblin proceeded : "Inclusas animas superumque ad lumen ituras Lustrabat "In something the same manner our sport announces the reception of the future labours of the press, the fates and fortunes which books yet unborn are to experience both from t critics and from the world in genera In short, as critics play the devil u on earth, so we devils play the c tics in hell. I myself am the imag or emblem, or Eidolon, of a celebi ted"-Here his discourse was terrupted by a quarrel among t gamesters. A racqueteer, whom had observed playing my obliging former's back-game, and who, thou in a parson's band and gown, had d tinguished himself by uncomm frisks and gambols, was complaini loudly that one opponent had g him a black eye with his racket, 2 that another, in the trencher-cap an Oxford student, had torn a dirtied his band. My friend w with all speed to his assistance, I ving me to regret the interruption his communications. Indeed the banity of this goblin seemed so gr a contrast to his diabolical charact and to the inveteracy with which pursued the game, that I could help concluding in his favour, 1 the liberal-minded Sancho Panza a similar occasion, that there may some good sort of people even in itself. I became aware, from his kind planation, of the opportunity affo ed me of collecting some literary telligence from so authentic a sour I hastened to gather some of the s tered leaves which bore the mark signature of celebrated living nam and while I glanced them over, I ulted in the superiority which collection would afford me in conversaziones of the upper wơ In the midst of this task my were assailed with a discord sound, which imagination, with usual readiness to adapt external pressions on the senses to the sub of a dream, represented as proce ing from a battle royal of the fiends. But, as the din predominated over my slumber, I plainly distinguished the voice of my beldame landlady creaming to her noisy brats in the one of a wild-cat to its litter, that heir caterwauling would disturb the 'old gentleman's afternoon nap." I was no sooner thoroughly awaened by her ill-judged precautions a favour of my repose, than I took en and ink, and endeavoured to seure the contents of the fragments which yet floated in my imagination. am sensible I have succeeded but adifferently; nor can I pretend to ave made by any means an exact ranscript of what the visionary fragnents presented. In this respect I m in exactly the same predicament with the great Corelli, who, you now, always insisted that his celerated piece of music, called from he circumstances, the Devil's Conerto, was very inferior to that which his satanic majesty had deigned in a vision to perform upon his violin. As, therefore, I am conscious that I have done great injustice to the verses from the imperfections of my memory, and as I have, after all, only the devil's authority for their authenticity had I recollected them more accurately, I will not do any respectable author the discredit to prefix his name to them, trusting that, if my vision really issued from the Gate of Horn, these fragments will retain traces of resemblance sufficient to authorize their being appropriated to their respective authors. I retain some others in my budget, which it is not impossible I may offer to you next year. Meanwhile, I am, sir, (for any nonsensical name will suit as well as my own) your humble servant, CALEB QUOTEM.* Argyle's Square, April 1. Fragment First. THE POACHER. s; Welcome, grave stranger, to our green retreats, The Editor, in the plenitude of his conviction that honest Caleb is entitled to the honours of the Gate of Horn, doth fervently entreat the continuance of his isionary lucubrations. Thine ear has heard, with scorn instead of awe, Hence hast thou marked, with grief, fair London's race A squadron's charge each leveret's heart dismayed, La Douce Humanité approved the sport, And Seine re-echoed vive la liberté ! But mad Citoyen, meek Monsieur again, With some few added links resumes his chain; Then, since such scenes to France no more are known, One, whose free actions vindicate the cause Seek we yon glades, where the proud oak o'ertops Where stunted heath is patch'd with ruddy sand; Step slow and wary o'er that swampy stream, No hearth the fire, no vent the smoke receives, For, if such hut, our forest statutes say, Rise in the progress of one night and day; Though placed where still the Conqueror's hests o'erawe, And his son's stirrup shines the badge of law; The builder claims the unenviable boon, To tenant dwelling, framed as slight and soon Approach, and through the unlatticed window peep- While round the hut are in disorder laid Look on his pallet foul, and mark his rest : For short and scant the breath each effort draws, Such is the law in the New Forest, Hampshire, tending greatly to increase the various settlements of thieves, smugglers, and deer-stealers, who infest it. In the forest courts the presiding judge wears as a badge of office an antique stirrup, said to have been that of William Rufus. See Mr William Rose's spirited poem, entitled "The Red King." A cant name for smuggled spirits. VOL. II. PART I. 2P "Was that wild start of terror and despair, No, scoffer, no! Attend, and mark with awe, Will join to storm the breach, and force the barrier wide. That ruffian, whom true men avoid and dread, Whom bruisers, poachers, smugglers, call Black Ned, Was Edward Mansell once ;-the lightest heart, That ever played on holiday his part! The leader he in every Christmas game, The harvest feast grew blither when he came, And liveliest on the chords the bow did glance, When Edward named the tune and led the dance. Kind was his heart, his passions quick and strong, Hearty his laugh, and jovial was his song; And if he loved a gun, his father swore, ""Twas but a trick of youth would soon be o'er, Himself had had the same, some thirty years before." But he, whose humours spurn law's awful yoke, Must herd with those by whom law's bonds are broke The common dread of justice soon allies The clown, who robs the warren or excise, Their foes, their friends, their rendezvous the same, Flesh the young culprit, and example leads Wild howled the wind the forest glades along, And oft the owl renewed her dismal song; Around the spot where erst he felt the wound, Red William's spectre walked his midnight round. When over the swamp he cast his blighting look, From the green marshes of the stagnant brook The bittern's sullen shout the sedges shook! |