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Here follow

THE NOTICES,

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X.
We can't express our hatred of this WE,
We bear the monosyllable a grudge;
Tully, we think, in his Curulian glee,

First introduc'd at Rome the pompous fudge: But now it is a standing vanity,

From which no modern editor will budge;
From Mr Jeffrey down to Mr Hone,
They all preserve the same imposing tone.

XI.

Even we, (remark the tyranny of fashion!)
Even we, tho' singular enough and single,
We can't forbear, in spite of all our passion,
The same absurdity ourselves to mingle,
With every sentiment we cannot dash on,
Thro' one short stanza of our triple jingle;
In short we should be sadly at a loss,
Were we restricted from our stately NOS.

XII.

But let that pass there's nothing half so wise, As going on in the old jog-trot way;

"Never no good doth come of novelties,"
Se we'll be we until our dying day:

We wish, instead of aiming to surprise,
By dash, originality, display,

XVII.

Were vanity our foible, (which it an't)
The notice of such heroes were enough
To turn the head of the most pious saint;-
Think only of a Lord, (with gesture gruff,
Back'd by a Banker) making sore complaint
About a little monthly piece of stuff!
A whole Society of such renown
Harangued to put one Irish Ensign down.

XVIII.

Behold the Thistle of our native land
'Mid the gay garden rising like a queen!
How beautiful the airy leaves expand,

How soft the virgin coronal's purple sheen.
But stay, rash stranger, stay thy venturous hand;
Grasp not the modest garment of her green.
Our's be the emblem! Fops and fools beware,
Admire in safety, touch us if ye dare!

XIX.

After this prelude " Bion" will not stare,
Though we reject his quizzical "Lament;"
We think it has a very wicked air,
To such outrageous fury to give vent;
Moreover, still the Bailies' hopes are fair,
For still the Court of Session may relent.

We had from our commencement been thus sober, Besides it is a trick of good "old John's," (Hang that confounded 20th of October!)

XIII.

Then had our course of life been smoothly gliding
In moderate unenvied calm prosperity;
Worthy old women then had not been chiding
Our deafening whirls and cataracts of asperity,
Nor all the godless wits their faces hiding,
Idoloclastis ictubus perterriti,

Nor whiggery's meteor dimly forced to twinkle
Before the rising star of LAUERWINKEL.

XIV.

No acid drop had tainted then the jorum

Of them that love the Yellow and the Blue; Jeffrey had still been princeps criticorum, The undisputed oracle of gout; And plain Scots heads had boo'd more majorum, To that despotic democrat Review, That over-rated much, but smart miscellany, Which now we're boldly thrashing to a jelly nigh.

XV.

Then Hunt and Hazlitt, Haydon, Webb and Keats, Had quaffed at Hampstead currant-wine in peace, In gentle interchange of" fine conceits,"

Of" Laurel Garlands," and of mutual grease; Such, we may gather, are their Cockney treats.(Alas! that joys so heavenly e'er should cease; That envy such a paradise should visit, In the vile demon shape of crooked Z.)

XVI.

Then had Odoherty (mad bard !) not rushed
On the high corpus of F. R. S. E's;
Nor from the tongues of cits hot foam had gushed,
Against some blarney about Irish fees;
Nor philosophic Peers with fury flushed,
Poissarded Ebony's enormities.
(Imprudent mineralogist and banker,
For individual notice dost thou hanker?)

Of differing from them all to make no bones.

XX.

There is no saying about things which lie
Far in the Fates' inscrutable dark womb,
Of prophecies the wise are very shy,

But, 'spite of all the SCOTSMAN's boded gloom, We see not in the Magisterial sky

Any such symptoms of a dismal doom;
Instinctive reverence still we entertain
For resolute Mackenzie's gown and chain.

XXI.

Heroic Provost !-Hast thou ever been
Present when Shakspeare's Richard 3d was played?
Remember how the Pit applauded Kean,

With hand disarmed still daring Henry's bladeSuch awe was our's, when, on that real scene,

Even in the front of Boyle, most bold Kincaid! In front of Craigie, Bannatyne, and Miller, Stedfast and stern, stood firm our civic pillar.

XXII.

The "Letter on Election" is too long,

Too ethically, querulously sad; Bailies and Bailie's Wives have stomachs strong, And punch is, at this season, far from bad; And Candidates would do exceeding wrong

To change old fashions to please any lad That takes't into his head he is their betters, Who do not drink green tea, or write dull letters.

XXIII.

It gives a Scottish Borough quite a spring,

When civil gentlemen come hurrying down, With heads agog on schemes of canvassing

They kiss the voters' spouses thro' the town, They kiss their daughters also, and they fling,

To every boy they meet with, half-a-crown ;Hot dinners and hot suppers are the word, And every Deacon is as drunk's a Lord.

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BLACKWOOD'S

EDINBURGH MAGAZINE.

No XV.

JUNE 1818.

VOL. III.

OBSERVATIONS ON THE WRITINGS OF

GEORGE BUCHANAN.

It is very far from being our intention to enter upon any thing like a formal lamentation over the decay of classical learning in Scotland. And yet we are persuaded that, to an enlightened German, Italian, or Englishman, it must appear an almost inexplicable anomalé in the constitution and appearance of such a country as ours, that those authors whose works, in every other part of civilized Europe, are venerated and studied as the best fountains of philosophy, and the only perfect models of taste, should be almost entirely overlooked among a people whose habits and conversation are tinged, to an elsewhere unequalled degree, with the spirit of literature. The truth is, that we believe the unparalleled diffusion of education among all classes of our countrymen, however it may be entitled to our gratitude for having ele vated and ennobled the spirits of our peasants and artizans, has, nevertheless, been the means, in no inconsiderable degree, of degrading the literary habits of those among us, whose business and ambition it is to be not only the subjects, but the instruments, of cultivation. When all men read, authors soon find it to be their best policy to write for all men. Those elegancies of allusion and of expression, and those labours of patient research, whose merits can be estimated by a very few only among any people, are gradually dropt; and modes of excitement, whose stimulus is of a more universal application, come very naturally to be adopted in their stead. The tone of literature becomes every day more vulgar (we do not use the

word entirely in its primary sense); its professors seek and obtain popularity by sacrificing, after the example of some other privileged orders, not a few of the most imposing, and therefore most obnoxious, of their distinctions. We doubt, however, whether this method of proceeding be, upon the whole, either a wise or a just one. It may throw a deal of ready money into the hands of the present incumbents; but does it not very manifestly tend to maim and enfeeble the resources of their successors? Nay, a democratic government is the most thankless of all masters; and may perhaps repay only with contempt or exile, those who have sacrificed the most, in order to purchase its capricious and transitory favour.

The first race of authors who adopt this mode of courting popular applause, although they may, bona fide, wish and endeavour to follow it to its full extent, are seldom able to do so. The habits and prejudices of their earlier views and opinions cling to them, and fetter them, in spite of all their efforts to discard them.

Quo semel est imbuta recens, servabit odorem, Testa diu.

A certain tinge and flavour adheres, and betrays the old liquor in the midst of all the drugs and adulterations to which its receptacle has been exposed. Besides, those who set the dangerous example are sometimes not unwilling that their followers should go farther than themselves; or, it may be, do not scruple privately to take the advantage of old guides and steppingstones, which they affect to consider as useless, and advise their pupils utterly to despise. We strongly suspect that somewhat of this kind has occur

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