There was Mrs. F., So very deaf, That she might have worn a percussion-cap, And been knocked on the head without hearing the snap. You may go to surgical chaps if you choose, As you'd shell out your almonds for Christmas-day; Whether you ever would hear the shout Of the little blackguards that bawl about, There you go with your tonsils out!' Why, I knew a deaf Welshman who came from Glamorgan On purpose to try a surgical spell, And paid a guinea, and might as well Have called a monkey into his organ! Why, bless you, a woman with organs like yours Is hardly safe to step out of doors! Just fancy a horse that comes full pelt But as quiet as if he was 'shod with felt,' Not that elegant ladies in fact, In genteel society ever detract, Or lend a brush when a friend is black'd, At least, as a mere malicious act, But only talk scandal for fear some fool Should think they were bred at a charity-school. Try it-buy it! Buy it-try it! The last new patent, and nothing comes nigh it." In short, the Pedlar so beset her ; Lord Bacon couldn't have gammon'd her better, And plied his tongue with such effect,— A tongue that could almost have butter'd a crumpet, The deaf old woman bought the trumpet. The crowning event of the tale is, that this same mischief-breeding horn, with its scandalous whisperings, quickly sets all the good people of Tringham at battle-royal. The nearest neighbours the village through, As any electioneering crew Wearing the colours of Whigs and Tories. That discomposed the mechanics of morals;" For screws were loose between brother and brother, While sisters fastened their nails on each other: Such wrangles and jangles, and miff and tiff, And spar And wished for two moons to reflect the sun, At length, the cause of the evil and the scandal is traced to its source; and the whole population of Tringham fall pell-mell upon the unfortunate Dame Spearing, whom they sentence with Lynchlaw expedition to atone for the crime of witchcraft : So, in spite of her cries that never cease, The dame is dragged to the fatal pond! And now they come to the water's brim And in they bundle her-sink or swim; : Though it's twenty to one that the wretch must drown, Including the help to the self-same end, intellectual wealth, in the classic abundance of Ben Jonson; the fantastic luxuriance of Beaumont and Fletcher; the scalping and flaying of Butler; the polish and ease of Steele and Addison; the point and terrible power of Swift; the wanton gaieties of Wycherley; and the brilliancy, but heartlessness, of Congreve; the spirit, vivacity, and roguery of Vanburgh and Farquhar; the satiric accomplishments of Rochester, Marvell, Young, Gay, Churchill, and saucy Peter Pindar; the broad-sword sweep of Dryden ; and the poignant, rapierlike refinement of Pope; the profound heart-teaching of Hogarth. Then we have had the lively and mischievous plotting of Centlivre in her comedies; the good sense and perspicuity of Cibber; the buoyancy of Hoadley, Colman, and Garrick; the perfectly sweet nature of Goldsmith; the diamond-like wit of Sheridan; the truth to nature and subtlety of Fielding; and uncompromising broad humour of Smollett; with the eccentric originality of Sterne. Still descending, we noted the prodigal farce of Foote; the roaring fun of O'Keefe; the more chastened drollery of Murphy and Kenny; with the ridiculous situations of Peake. Again, in the present series of essays have been noticed the extravagance of the burlesque-writers, the ludicrous yet meaning touches of the caricaturists; the graceful mirth of the essayists, closing with the quaint, pithy, pregnant, and amusing sallies of Charles Lamb and Leigh Hunt; and, lastly, the multitudinous and surprising combinations of Thomas Hood. All these, in their turn, have now been reverted to, that we might behold the choicest of that comic power for which our England is so famous. In culling from this rich store I may, perhaps, say, in my own behalf, that care has been taken to select such passages for entertainment as should least jar with modern conventional ideas of the due limits to be observed in licence of expression, with this reservation, to bring the best things to remembrance has been my constant endeavour. To excite mere laughter has not been so much aimed at as to remind the reader of those passages that most fruitfully contain evidences of the genius that exists in true wit and humour. If I have fulfilled my task (which, from its nature, presented difficulties that will readily be comprehended, and, I am sure, will as readily be extenuated)—if, I say, I have fulfilled my task with but half as good a result as the zeal with which it has been pursued was earnest; if I have but procured to my readers a reflex of the pleasure which I have myself enjoyed in collecting and arranging these various garlands of comic genius for their delectation, it will tend to console me for the necessity of at length coming to a conclusion, and of uttering the unpleasing word-" Farewell !" MOUNT ÆTNA. (VIRGIL'S ENEID.)* ORTH from the bosom of the distant sea The mighty moaning of the Ocean deep, By winds unmoved, while Ætna thunders nigh From that volcano breaks the bursting cloud With horror black, and bright with balls of fire, That lick with tongues of flame the shining stars. The vomit of its entrails torn, and rocks, Huge rocks, that melt in masses on the air, While moans the mountain from its boiling breast. T. H. L. LEARY, D.C.L. B. iii. v. 570-589. |