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edly; yet in pieces like the following, there is a Approach of Saul and his Guards against the Philistines. freshness of fancy and feeling, and a richness of Hark! hark! the clash and clang

expression, that resembles Herrick or Moore : Or shaken cymbals cadencing the pace Of martial movement regular; the swell

Song to May. Sonorous of the brazen trump of war;

May! queen of blossoms, Shrill twang of harps, soothed by melodious chime

And fulfilling flowers, Of beat on silver bars; and sweet, in pause

With what pretty music Of harsher instrument, continuous flow

Shall we charm the hours ? Of breath, through flutes, in symphony with song,

Wilt thou have pipe and reed, Choirs, whose matched voices filled the air afar

Blown in the open mead ? With jubilee and chant of triumph hymn;

Or to the lute give heed
And ever and anon irregular burst

In the green bowers ?
Of loudest acclamation to each host
Saul's stately adyance proclaimed. Before him, youths

Thou hast no need of us,
In robes succinct for swiftness; oft they struck

Or pipe or wire, Their staves against the ground, and warned the throng

That hast the golden bee Backward to distant homage. Next, his strength

Ripened with fire; Of chariots rolled with each an armed band ;

And many thousand more Earth groaned afar beneath their iron wheels :

Songsters, that thee adore, Part armed with scythe for battle, part adorned

Filling earth's grassy floor
For triumph. Nor there wanting a led train

With new desire.
Of steeds in rich caparison, for show
Of solemn entry. Round about the king,

Thou hast thy mighty herds,
Warriors, his watch and ward, from every tribe

Tame, and free livers ; Drawn out. Of these a thousand each selects,

Doubt not, thy music too Of size and comeliness above their peers,

In the deep rivers ; Pride of their race. Radiant their armour : some

And the whole plumy flight, In silver cased, scale over scale, that played

Warbling the day and nightAll pliant to the litheness of the limb;

Up at the gates of light, Some mailed in twisted gold, link within link

See, the lark quivers ! Flexibly ringed and fitted, that the eye

When with the jacinth Beneath the yielding panoply pursued,

Coy fountains are tressed ; When act of war the strength of man provoked,

And for the mournful bird The motion of the muscles, as they worked

Greenwoods are dressed, In rise and fall. On each left thigh a sword

That did for Tereus pine ; Swung in the 'broidered baldric; each right hand

Then shall our songs be thine, Grasped a long shadowing spear. Like them, their chiefs

To whom our hearts incline :
Arrayed ; save on their shields of solid ore,

May, be thou blest !
And on their helm, the graver's toil had wrought
Its subtlety in rich device of war ;

Sonnets.
And o'er their mail, a robe, Punicean dye,

The Summer, the divinest Summer burns, Gracefully played ; where the winged shuttle, shot

The skies are bright with azure and with gold ; By cunning of Sidonian virgins, wove

The mavis, and the nightingale, by turns, Broidure of many-coloured figures rare.

Amid the woods a soft enchantment hold : Bright glowed the sun, and bright the burnished mail

The flowering woods, with glory and delight, Of thousands, ranged, whose pace to song kept time;

Their tender leaves unto the air have spread; And bright the glare of spears, and gleam of crests,

The wanton air, amid their alleys bright, And flaunt of banners flashing to and fro

Doth softly fly, and a light fragrance shed : The noonday beam. Beneath their coming, earth

The nymphs within the silver fountains play, Wide glittered. Seen afar, amidst the pomp,

The angels on the golden banks recline, Gorgeously mailed, but more by pride of port

Wherein great Flora, in her bright array, Known, and superior stature, than rich trim

Hath sprinkled her ambrosial sweets divine : Of war and regal ornament, the king, Throned in triumphal car, with trophies graced,

Or, else, I gaze upon that beauteous face,

O Amoret! and think these sweets have place. Stood eminent. The lifting of his lance Shone like a sunbeam. O'er his armour flowed A robe, imperial mantle, thickly starred

O Moon, that shinest on this heathy wild, With blaze of orient gems; the clasp that bound

And light'st the hill of Hastings with thy ray, Its gathered folds his ample chest athwart,

How am I with thy sad delight beguiled, Sapphire ; and o'er his casque where rubies burned,

How hold with fond imagination play! A cherub flamed and waved his wings in gold.

By thy broad taper I call up the time

When Harold on the bleeding verdure lay,

Though great in glory, overstained with crime, EDWARD, LORD THURLOW.

And fallen by his fate from kingly sway!

On bleeding knights, and on war-broken arms, EDWARD HOVELL THURLOW, Lord Thurlow

Torn banners and the dying steeds you shone, (1781-1829), published several small volumes of

When this fair England, and her peerless charms, poetry : Select Poems (1821); Poems on Several And all, but honour, to the foe were gone! Occasions; Angelica, or the Fate of Proteus; Here died the king, whom his brave subjects chose, Arcita and Palamon, after Chaucer; &c. Amidst But, dying, lay amid his Norman foes ! much affectation and bad taste, there is real poetry in the works of this nobleman. He was a source Charles Lamb, in a communication to the of ridicule and sarcasm to wits and reviewers, London Magazine, says of Lord Thurlow: 'A proincluding Moore and Byron-and not undeserv- fusion of verbal dainties, with a disproportionate

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lack of matter and circumstance, is, I think, one gations to his royal highness was the honour of reason of the coldness with which the public has dining twice at Carlton House, and being admitted received the poetry of a nobleman now living ; to a great fête given by the prince in 1811 on his which, upon the score of exquisite diction alone, being made regent. In 1801, Moore ventured on is entitled to something better than neglect. I a volume of original verse, put forth under the will venture to copy one of his sonnets in this assumed name of Thomas Little--an allusion to place, which for quiet sweetness, and unaffected his diminutive stature. In these pieces the warmth morality, has scarcely its parallel in our language.' of the young poet's feelings and imagination led

him to trespass on delicacy and decorum. He To a Bird that haunted the Waters of Lacken in the had the good sense to be ashamed of these amaWinter.

tory juvenilia, and genius enough to redeem the O melancholy bird, a winter's day

fault. His offence did not stand in the way of Thou standest by the margin of the pool,

his preferment. In 1803 Mr Moore obtained an And, taught by God, dost thy whole being school

official situation at Bermuda, the duties of which To patience, which all evil can allay.

were discharged by a deputy; and this subordiGod has appointed thee the fish thy prey;

nate proving unfaithful, the poet suffered pecuniary And given thyself a lesson to the fool

losses and great embarrassment. Its first effect Unthrifty, to submit to moral rule,

however, was two volumes of poetry, a series of And his unthinking course by thee to weigh. Odes and Epistles, published in 1806, and written There need not schools, nor the professor's chair, during an absence of fourteen months from Though these be good, true wisdom to impart. Europe, while the author visited Bermuda. The He who has not enough, for these, to spare

descriptive sketches in this work are remarkable Of time, or gold, may yet amend his heart,

for their fidelity, no less than their poetical beauty. And teach his soul, by brooks and rivers fair : Nature is always wise in every part.

The style of Moore was now forined, and in all his writings there is nothing finer than the open

ing epistle to Lord Strangford, written on board THOMAS MOORE.

ship by moonlight: A rare union of wit and sensibility, of brilliant fancy and of varied and diligent study, is

A Moonlight Scene at Sea. exemplified in the poetical works of THOMAS

Sweet moon! if, like Crotona's sage, MOORE. Mr Moore was a native of Dublin, born

By any spell my hand could dare on the 28th of May 1779. He early began to To make thy disk its ample page, rhyme, and a sonnet to his schoolmaster, Mr

And write my thoughts, my wishes there ; Samuel Whyte, written in his fourteenth year, How many a friend, whose careless eye was published in a Dublin magazine,* to which Now wanders o'er that starry sky, he contributed other

pieces. The parents of our Should smile, upon thy orb to meet poet were Roman Catholics, a body then pro The recollection kind and sweet, scribed and depressed by penal enactments, and

The reveries of fond regret, they seem to have been of the number 'who, The promise never to forget, to use his own words, 'hailed the first dazzling

And all my heart and soul would send outbreak of the French Revolution as a signal to

To many a dear-loved, distant friend. ... the slave, wherever suffering, that the day of his

Even now, delusive hope will steal

Amid the dark regrets I feel, deliverance was near at hand.' The poet states

Soothing, as yonder placid beam that in 1792 he was taken by his father to one Pursues the murmurers of the deep, of the dinners given in honour of that great And lights them with consoling gleam, event, and sat upon the knee of the chairman And smiles them into tranquil sleep. while the following toast was enthusiastically sent Oh! such a blessed night as this round : May the breezes from France fan our I often think, if friends were near, Irish Oak into verdure.' Parliament having, in How should we feel, and gaze with bliss 1793, opened the university to Catholics, young

Upon the moon-bright scenery here! Moore was sent to college, and distinguished

The sea is like a silvery lake, himself by his classical acquirements. In 1799,

And o'er its calm the vessel glides he proceeded to London to study law in the

Gently, as if it feared to wake Middle Temple, and publish by subscription a

The slumber of the silent tides !

The only envious cloud that lowers, translation of Anacreon. The latter appeared in

Hath hung its shade on Pico's height, the following year, dedicated to the Prince of

Where dimly 'mid the dusk he towers, Wales. At a subsequent period, Mr Moore was And, scowling at this heaven of light, among the keenest satirists of this prince, for Exults to see the infant storm which he has been accused of ingratitude ; but he Cling darkly round his giant form! states himself that the whole amount of his obli

The following was also produced during the * Mr Whyte was also the teacher of Sheridan, and it is voyage : curious to learn that, after about a year's trial, Sherry was pronounced, both by tutor and parent, to be an incorrigible dunce! At the time,' says Mr Moore, when I first began to

Canadian Boat Song. attend his school, Mr Whyte still continued, to the no small alarm of many parents, to encourage a taste for acting among Faintly as tolls the evening chime, his pupils. In this line I was long his favourite show-scholar; and among the play-bills introduced in his volume, to illustrate

Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time; the occasions of his own prologues and epilogues, there is one Soon as the woods on shore look dim, of a play got up in the year 1790, at Lady Borrowes's private We'll sing at St Anne's our parting hymn, theatre in Dublin; where, among the items of the evening's entertainment, is An Epilogue, A Squeeze to St Paul's, Master

Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast; Moore."

The rapids are near, and the daylight 's past.

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Why should we yet our sail unfurl ?

To write upon all, is an author's sole chance There is not a breath the blue wave to curl ;

For attaining at last the least knowledge of any. But when the wind blows off the shore, Oh! sweetly we 'll rest our weary oar.

Nine times out of ten, if his title is good, Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast,

The material within of small consequence is; The rapids are near, and the daylight 's past.

Let him only write fine, and, if not understood,

Why—that's the concern of the reader, not his. Utawa's tide! this trembling moon

Nota Bene-an Essay, now printing, to shew
Shall see us float over thy surges soon :
Saint of this green isle ! hear our prayers,

That Horace, as clearly as words could express it,

Was for taxing the Fundholders, ages ago, Oh! grant us cool heavens, and favouring airs !

When he wrote thus-Quodcunque in Fund is, Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,

assess it.'* The rapids are near, and the daylight 's past.

As early as 1806, Mr Moore entered upon his Mr Moore now became a satirist, attempting noble poetical and patriotic task-writing lyrics first the grave serious style, in which he failed, for the ancient music of his native country. His but succeeding beyond almost any other poet in Irish Songs displayed a fervour and pathos not light satire, verses on the topics of the day, lively found in his earlier works, with the most exquisite and pungent, with abundance of humorous and melody and purity of diction. An accomplished witty illustration. The man of the world, the musician himself, it was the effort, he relates, to scholar, and the poetical artist are happily translate into language the emotions and passions blended in his satirical productions, with a rich which music appeared to him to express, that first and playful fancy. His Twopenny Post-bag, The led to his writing any poetry worthy of the name. Fudge Family' in Paris, Fables for the Holy Dryden,' he adds, 'has happily described music Alliance, and numerous small pieces written for as being "inarticulate poetry:""and I have always the newspapers, to serve the cause of the Whig or felt, in adapting words to an expressive air, that Liberal party, are not excelled in their own peculiar I was bestowing upon it the gift of articulation, walk by any satirical compositions in the lan- and thus enabling it to speak to others all that guage. It is difficult to select a specimen of these; was conveyed, in its wordless eloquence, to but the following contains a proportion of the wit myself.' Part of the inspiration must also be and poignancy distributed over all

. It appeared attributed to national feelings. The old airs were at a time when an abundance of mawkish remin- consecrated to recollections of the ancient glories, iscences and memoirs had been showered from the valour, beauty, or sufferings of Ireland, and the press.

became inseparably connected with such associa

tions. Of the Irish Melodies, in connection with Literary Advertisement.

Mr Moore's songs, ten parts were published. Wanted—Authors of all work to job for the season,

Without detracting from the merits of the rest, No matter which party, so faithful to neither ;

it appears to us very forcibly, that the particular Good hacks, who, if posed for a rhyme or a reason,

ditties in which he hints at the woes of his native Can manage, like... [Southey), to do without country, and transmutes into verse the breathings either.

of its unfortunate patriots, are the most real in

feeling, and therefore the best. This particularly If in jail, all the better for out-of-door topics ; applies to When he who adores thee; oh, blame

Your jail is for travellers a charming retreat ; not the bard; and Oh, breathe not his name; the
They can take a day's rule for a trip to the Tropics, first of which, referring evidently to the fate of
And sail round the world, at their ease, in the Mr Emmet, is as follows :
Fleet.

When he who adores thee has left but the name For a dramatist, too, the most useful of schools

Of his fault and his sorrows behind, He can study high-life in the King's Bench com Oh, say, wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame munity;

Of a life that for thee was resigned ? Aristotle could scarce keep him more within rules, Yes, weep! and however my foes may condemn, And of place he, at least, must adhere to the unity. Thy tears shall efface their decree;

For Heaven can witness, though guilty to them, Any lady or gentleman come to an age

I have been but too faithful to thee! To have good 'Reminiscences (threescore or higher),

With thee were the dreams of my earliest love; Will meet with encouragement—so much per page, Every thought of my reason was thine ; And the spelling and grammar both found by the In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above, buyer.

Thy name shall be mingled with mine!

Oh, blest are the lovers and friends who shall live No matter with what their remembrance is stocked, The days of thy glory to see ; So they 'll only remember the quantum desired ;

But the next dearest blessing that Heaven can give, Enough to fill handsomely Two Volumes oct.,

Is the pride of thus dying for thee ! Price twenty-four shillings, is all that 's required.

Next to the patriotic songs stand those in They may treat us, like Kelly, with old jeu d'esprits, which a moral reflection is conveyed in that

Like Dibdin, may tell of each fanciful frolic; metaphorical form which only Moore has been Or kindly inform us, like Madam Genlis,

able to realise in lyrics for music-as in the That ginger-beer cakes always give them the following example : colic. ...

According to the common reading, 'Quodcunque infundis, Funds, Physic, Corn, Poetry, Boxing, Romance,

acescit.' (A punning travesty of a maxim, Ep. ii., b. i., which All excellent subjects for turning a penny; Francis renders—' For tainted vessels sour what they contain.')

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Irish Melody'I saw from the Beach?

Beauty.
I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining, Oh, what a pure and sacred thing
A bark o'er the waters move gloriously on :

Is Beauty, curtained from the sight
I came when the sun o'er that beach was declining Of the gross world, illumining
The bark was still there, but the waters were gone.

One only mansion with her light !
And such is the fate of our life's early promise,

Unseen by man's disturbing eye

The flower that blooms beneath the sea, So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known :

Too deep for sunbeams, doth not lie Each wave that we danced on at morning, ebbs from

Hid in more chaste obscurity. ... us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone.

A soul, too, more than half divine,

Where, through some shades of earthly feeling, Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning

Religion's sostened glories shine, The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ;

Like light through summer foliage stealing, Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of

Shedding a glow of such mild hue, morning,

So warm, and yet so shadowy too, Her clouds and her tears are worth evening's best

As makes the very darkness there light.

More beautiful than light elsewhere. Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, Or this picture of nature after a summer storm, When passion first waked a new life through his closing with a rich voluptuous simile :

frame, And his soul, like the wood that grows precious in burning,

Nature after a Storm. Gave out all its sweets to Love's exquisite flame !

How calm, how beautiful, comes on In 1817 Mr Moore produced his most elaborate

The stilly hour when storms are gone ;

When warring winds have died away, poem, Lalla Rookh, an oriental romance, the

And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, accuracy, of which, as regards topographical,

Melt off, and leave the land and sea antiquarian, and characteristic details, has been

Sleeping in bright tranquillityvouched by numerous competent authorities. The Fresh as if Day again were born, poetry is brilliant and gorgeous-rich to excess Again upon the lap of Morn! with imagery and ornament-and oppressive from When the light blossoms, rudely torn its very sweetness and splendour. Of the four And scattered at the whirlwind's will, tales which, connected by a slight narrative, like

Hang floating in the pure air still, the ballad 'stories in Hogg's Queen's Wake, con

Filling it all with precious balm, stitute the entire poem, the most simple is

In gratitude for this sweet calm— Paradise and the Peri, and it is the one most

And every drop the thunder-showers

Have left upon the grass and flowers frequently read and remembered. Still, the first

Sparkles, as 'twere that lightning-gem -The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan-though im

Whose liquid flame is born of them ! probable and extravagant as a fiction, is a poem When 'stead of one unchanging breeze, of great energy and power. The genius of the

There blow a thousand gentle airs, poet moves with grace and freedom under his

And each a different perfume bearsload of Eastern magnificence, and the reader is As if the loveliest plants and trees fascinated by his prolific fancy, and the scenes Had vassal breezes of their own of loveliness and splendour which are depicted

To watch and wait on them alone, with such vividness and truth. Hazlitt says that

And waft no other breath than theirs ! Moore should not have written Lalla Rookh, even

When the blue waters rise and fall, for three thousand guineas-the price understood

In sleepy sunshine mantling all ; to be paid by the booksellers for the copyright.

And even that swell the tempest leaves

Is like the full and silent heaves But if not a great poem, it is a marvellous work

Of lovers' hearts, when newly blest, of art, and contains paintings of local scenery

Too newly to be quite at rest. and manners, unsurpassed for fidelity and picturesque effect. The patient research and extensive reading required to gather the materials, would As true and picturesque, and more profound in have damped the spirit and extinguished the feeling, is the poet's allusion to the fickleness of fancy of almost any other poet. It was amidst

love: the snows of two or three Derbyshire winters, he Alas—how light a cause may move says, while living in a lone cottage among the Dissension between hearts that love! fields, that he was enabled, by that concentration Hearts that the world in vain has tried, of thought which retirement alone gives, to call And sorrow but more closely tied ; up around him some of the sunniest of those That stood the storm when waves were rough, Eastern scenes which have since been welcomed Yet in a sunny hour fall off, in India itself as almost native to its clime. The

Like ships that have gone down at sea,

When heaven was all tranquillity! poet was a diligent student, and his oriental

A something light as air-a look, reading was 'as good as riding on the back of a

A word unkind or wrongly takencamel.' The romance of Vathek alone equals

Oh ! love, that tempests never shook, Lalla Rookh, among English fictions, in local

A breath, a touch like this has shaken-fidelity and completeness as an Eastern tale.

And ruder words will soon rush in Some touches of sentiment and description have To spread the breach that words begin ; the grace and polish of ancient cameos. Thus, And eyes forget the gentle ray of retired beauty :

They wore in courtship's smiling day;

And voices lose the tone that shed

best sustained flight in the regions of pure romance. A tenderness round all they said ;

Thus, remarkable for industry, genius, and acTill fast declining, one by one,

quirements, Mr Moore's career was one of high The sweetnesses of love are gone.

honour and success. No poet was more univer

sally read, or more courted in society by individAfter the publication of his work, the poet set off uals distinguished for rank, literature, or public with Rogers on a visit to Paris. The groups service. His political friends, when in office, of ridiculous English who were at that time rewarded him with a pension of £300 per annum, swarming in all directions throughout France,' and as his writings were profitable as well as supplied the materials for his satire, entitled The popular, his latter days might have been spent in Fudge Family in Paris (1818), which in popularity, comfort, without the anxieties of protracted authorand the run of successive editions, kept pace with ship. He resided in a cottage in Wiltshire, but Lalla Rookh. In 1819 Mr Moore made another was too often in London, in those gay and briljourney to the continent in company with Lord liant circles which he enriched with his wit and John Russell, and this furnished his Rhymes on the genius. In 1841-42 he gave to the world a comRoad, a series of trifles often graceful and pleasing, plete collection of his poetical works in ten volumes, but so conversational and unstudied, as to be little to which are prefixed some interesting literary and better-to use his own words—than prose fringed personal details. Latterly, the poet's mind gave with rhyme.' From Paris the poet and his com- way, and he sank into a state of imbecility, from panion proceeded by the Simplon to Italy. Lord which he was released by death, February 26, John took the route to Genoa, and Mr Moore 1852. went on a visit to Lord Byron at Venice. On his Moore left behind him copious memoirs, journal, return from this memorable tour, the poet took up and correspondence, which, by the poet's request, his abode in Paris, where he resided till about the were after his death placed for publication in the close of the year 1822. "He had become involved hands of his illustrious friend, Lord John Russell. in pecuniary difficulties by the conduct of the By this posthumous work (which extended to person who acted as his deputy at Bermuda. eight vols. 1852-6) a sum of £3000 was realised His friends pressed forward with eager kindness for Moore's widow. The journal disappointed the to help to release him-one offering to place £500 public. Slight personal details, brief anecdotes at his disposal ; but he came to the resolution of and witticisms, with records of dinner-parties, 'gratefully declining their offers, and endeavouring visits, and fashionable routs, fill the bulk of eight to work out his deliverance by his own efforts.' printed volumes. His friends were affectionate In September 1822 he was informed that an and faithful, always ready to help him in his diffiarrangement had been made, and that he might culties, and his publishers appear to have treated with safety return to England. The amount of him with great liberality. He was constantly the claims of the American merchants had been drawing upon them to meet emergencies, and his reduced to the sum of one thousand guineas, and drafts were always honoured. Money was offered towards the payment of this the uncle of his to him on all hands, but his independent spirit deputy-a rich' London merchant—had been and joyous temperament, combined with fits of brought to contribute £300. The Marquis of close application, and the brilliant success of all Lansdowne immediately deposited in the hands of his works, poetical and prosaic, enabled him to a banker the remaining portion (£750), which work his way out of every difficulty. Goldsmith was soon repaid by the grateful bard, who, in was not more potent in raising money, and meltthe June following, on receiving his publisher's ing the hearts of booksellers. Lord John Russell account, found £1000 placed to his credit from admits that the defect of Moore's journal is, that the sale of the Loves of the Angels

, and £500 while he is at great pains to put in writing the from the Fables of the Holy Alliance. The latter stories and the jokes he hears, he seldom records were partly written while Mr Moore was at Venice a serious discussion, or notices the instructive with Lord Byron, and were published under the portions of the conversations in which he bore a nom de guerre of Thomas Brown. The Loves of part. To do this would have required great time the Angels (1823) was written in Paris. The and constant attention. Instead of an admired poem is founded on the Eastern story of the and applauded talker, the poet must have become angels Harut and Marut, and the Rabbinical a silent and patient listener, and have possessed fictions of the loves of Uzziel and Shamchazai, Boswell's servility of spirit and complete devotion with which Mr Moore shadowed out the fall of to his hero and subject. Moore said that it was in the soul from its original purity--the loss of light high-life one met the best society. His friend and happiness which it suffers in the pursuit of Rogers disputed the position: and we suspect it this world's perishable pleasures—and the punish- will be found that, however agreeable such comments both from conscience and divine justice pany may be occasionally, literary men only find with which impurity, pride, and presumptuous real society among their equals. Moore loved inquiry into the awful secrets of heaven are sure high-life, sought after it, and from his genius, to be visited.' The stories of the three angels are fame, and musical talents, was courted by the related with graceful tenderness and passion, but titled and the great. Too much of his time was with too little of the angelic air' about them. frittered away in fashionable parties. Such a He afterwards contributed a great number of glittering career is dangerous. The noble and political squibs to the Times newspaper-witty masculine mind of Burns was injured by similar sarcastic effusions, for which he was paid at the patronage ; and in recent times a man of great rate of about £400 per annum! His latest im- powers, Theodore Hook, was ruined by it. Anaginative work was The Epicurean, an Eastern other feature in Moore's journal is his undisguised tale, in prose, but full of the spirit and materials vanity, which overflows on all occasions. He is of poetry; and forming, perhaps, his highest and never tired of recording the compliments paid to

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