room for the whole of it, but shall And, sitting down close by, began to muse In passing here, his owlet pinions shook; 66 Until my head was dizzy and distraught. My sight right upward: but it was quite dazed By a bright something, sailing down apace, Whence came that high perfection of all sweetness? Speak, stubborn earth, and tell me where, O where Hast thou a symbol of her golden hair? mad; And they were simply gordian'd up and Leaving, in naked comeliness, unshaded, "She took an airy range, Methought I fainted at the charmed touch, "It was a nymph uprisen to the breast Mong lilies, like the youngest of the brood. To him her dripping hand she softly kist, Too long, alas, hast thou starv'd on the ruth, My charming rod, my potent river spells; In other regions, past the scanty bar "Thus spake he, and that moment felt en dued With power to dream deliciously; so wound The smoothest mossy bed and deepest, where A well-known voice sigh'd, Sweetest, here am I ! At which soft ravishment, with doting cry o'er These sorry pages: then the verse would soar The world has done its duty. Yet, oh yet, ⚫O known Unknown! from whom my being sips Such darling essence, wherefore may I not Be ever in these arms,' ," &c. After all this, however, the " modesty," as Mr Keats expresses it, of the Lady Diana prevented her from owning in Olympus her passion for Endymion. Venus, as the most knowing in such matters, is the first to discover the change that has taken place in the temperament of the goddess. idle tale," says the laughter-loving dame, "An "A humid eye, and steps luxurious, When these are new and strange, are ominous." The inamorata, to vary the intrigue, carries on a romantic intercourse with Endymion, under the disguise of an Indian damsel. At last, however, her scruples, for some reason or other, are all overcome, and the Queen of Heaven owns her attachment. "She gave her fair hands to him, and be hold, Before three swiftest kisses he had told, And so, like many other romances, terminates the "Poetic Romance" of Johnny Keats, in a patched-up wedding. We had almost forgot to mention, that Keats belongs to the Cockney School of Politics, as well as the Cockney School of Poetry. It is fit that he who holds Rimini to be the first poem, should believe the Examiner to be the first politician of the day. We admire consistency, even in folly. Hear how their bantling has already learned to lisp sedition. "There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their basing vanities, to browse away The comfortable green and juicy hay From human pastures; or, O torturing fact! Who, through an idiot blink, will see unpack'd In wakeful ears, like uproar past and goneLike thunder clouds that spake to Babylon, And set those old Chaldeans to their tasks. Are then regalities all gilded masks ?” And now, good-morrow to "the feats he yet may do," as we do not Muses' son of Promise;" as for "the pretend to say, like himself, "Muse of my native land am I inspired," we shall adhere to the safe old rule of pauca verba. We venture to make one small prophecy, that his bookseller will not a second time venture £50 upon any thing he can write. It is a better and a wiser thing to be a starved apothecary than a starved poet; so back to the shop Mr John, back to "plasters, pills, and ointment boxes," &c. But, for Heaven's sake, young Sangrado, be a little more sparing of extenuatives and soporifics in your practice than you have been in your poetry. Z. 7 1818. Letter occasioned by the Report of the Committee of Dilettanti. titled to walk before their works, I shall begin with you. The Society by which you seem to "Novus rerum incipit ordo." 525 dio's tongues and hams, than with the But now for the Report itself; and I have really read it with my H surdity of your opinions is only to be rivalled by the solemn affectation of your high-flown style. Your rumbling long-winded sentences, which look as if they had been measured off upon the ell-wand-your apparent happy self-complacency-your polite contempt of the labours of an accomplished artist, whose merits you are totally incapable of appreciating-all are'somewhat original in their way, and must undoubtedly have struck with surprise even the readers of Blackwood's Magazine, well as they have been drilled for these eight or ten months past not to start at trifles. much for your criticisms on the exterior. The subject upon which you have been pleased to make your critical debut, is one of some little importance to those who set any value on the appearance of Edinburgh, otherwise I should not have bothered myself with taking any notice of your fine flights. The external part of the church of St Giles is supposed, by all men of sense who have ever seen it, to be about the poorest piece of patchwork extant in this land of "shabby kirks.” It is a disgrace to so fine a city as Edinburgh, and the sooner it be got rid of the better. Mr Elliot's plan, which I could almost suspect you have never seen, preserves every thing that is worth preserving in the old exterior, with the exception of one or two little niches; and it gives to the city a beautiful gothic church, in place of a vile ricklety of jails, police offices, shops, and kirks, all jumbled together, with a degree of bold barbarity only to be paralleled by the late and present alterations, on the sister pile of the Parliament House over the way. But the Dilettanti have some fine ideas in their heads about the impropriety of altering ancient buildings any other way than after the Westminster and York method of refacciamento-taking out the old stone, and putting in a new one exactly like it. Truly, opera pretium foret, to take out the old stones of St Giles and put in new ones. The stones so removed and replaced on the buttresses of Henry the Seventh's chapel, are elaborately and exquisitely carved, and therefore worthy of so much trouble. Those of St Giles are only plain black stones, which never saw carving, and therefore, if you have nothing better to propose, you had better let them stay as they are. So With regard to the interior, I cannot but think you should have been a little more cautious, before you ventured to attack that part of Elliot's design. You might at least have tried your hand, to begin with, on your own hall of assembly in Young's Tavern; the sky-blue ceiling, pink cornices, and transparent linen blinds, of which do little credit either to the Committee under whose inspection it was fitted up, or to Bill himself, who ought to be ashamed to have such a glaring specimen of vulgar taste in his well-frequented house. You are for having "two churches in the nave"there is nothing very new in thatand "a hall for music, sculpture, and painting, in the transept!" O most rare Committee of Dilettanti! is it possible that you are the same persons who apostrophise in such moving terms the bones of John Knox, Andrew Melville, and the Covenanters, about two pages before? How would the "Iron eye That saw fair Mary weep in vain," have scowled upon a Committee from a tavern club, who should have waited upon the Bailies of that day with any similar proposal. "Music!" that I can understand-vocal, I suppose, like that of St George's Church, or the psalm concerts. But "painting and statuary!" Why, the very mention of this is horror to any Presbyterian ears. Granting, however, that you had the hall, to do as you please with, let me ask you wherewithal you propose to adorn it? Which of the Edinburgh artists do you mean to employ? I observe Allan's name among your number. Does that elegant artist mean to cover the house of God with luxurious representations of Circassian beauties? Does Mr Schetky propose to furnish its walls with effects from the Pyrenees? Will Williams convert the whole circumference into a panorama of Rome or Athens? Or, will Peter Gibson vouchsafe to occupy a compartment, with a distant view of the rising academy of Dollar?-Or, do you rather wish to fill St Giles with the work of the old masters? You expect, no doubt, that the whole country is to be laid under contribution-that the College of Glasgow are to send you their famous picture of Leda and the Swap 1818.3 Letters of Timothy Tickler. -that Mr John Clerk will give you his Europa riding upon the BullMr Gordon his Danae-Mr Crawford his Potiphar's Wife-and the Duke of Hamilton his Magdalene. I wonder whether Dr Ritchie and Principal Baird will approve of all this, as likely to edify the younger part of their congregation, particularly the ladies, who, I regret to say, occupy so disproportionate a part in all other Edinburgh congregations, as well as in theirs. As to sculpture! I am really quite at a loss to understand what you mean. There is no statuary here that ever I heard of, and very few any where else, worthy of being known either to you or me. Plasterof-Paris casts, however, are probably all you look to; and I dare say, by means of proper interest, you may get tolerable copies of the Venus, the Antinous, the Hermaphrodite, &c. at a I very reasonable expense. Do so. give you fair warning, gentlemen, that I am a ruling elder of the kirk, and that I will certainly bring in an overture against you and all your doings, if I be spared till next meeting of the General Assembly. The last of your proposed improvements tickles me mightily. You can't sit in pews like other Christians, forsooth, you would have St Giles furnished with sofas screwed to the floor." I wonder you omitted to mention an ottoman or two for the Dilettanti Society in the midst, or perhaps an easy fauteuil for the spokesman of You the Architectural Committee. are too fine by half for your age and country. We plain Scots true-blues are still contented to sit on wooden benches, and hear the gospel just as our forefathers used to do; but you can't think of going to church unless you have velvet cushions to loll upon, and pictures and statues to stare at in the intervals of the discourse. In your next Report, I expect to see you dropping hints that you mean to bring your pipes and tumblers with you, and sit on your ottoman, like so many captains of Knocktarlitie, puffing tobacco and swigging gin-twist, as if you were still at Young's tavern. There is no saying what fine things the world might come to, if the Dilettanti Society had the inspection of all churches and chapels consigned to their care by an act of parliament. To VOL. III. be serious, you had better have a meet- MORDECAI MULLION, F.D.S.E. LETTERS OF TIMOTHY TICKLER TO LETTER V.-To the Editor of Black- MY DEAR EDITOR, WILL you allow me to write a very short article (two pages at the most) on a pamphlet published t'other day in Glasgow, against my friend Dr Chalmers, by a raffish sort of a fellow calling himself Menippus? I hope you will. It is a perfect specimen of that low ribaldry which men of power, genius, and virtue, like Dr Chalmers, are at all times sure to meet with from half-witted and uneducated dunces. On the first hasty glance, it looked sorely like a composition of the Bagman, whose marriage with Miss Spence is, I understand, now quite a settled thing, unless, to use a common but forcible phrase," they split upon settlements." The strain of its wit reminded me of that sort of talk which is heard from literary travellers at the ordinary of a commercial inn, and may be described somewhat generally by a word well understood in Lancashire, and which has, I believe, been lately introduced into my native city of Glasgow, though I am sure it never can become naturalized in so intellectual a place, TROTTING. The merit of this practice consists in turning into the ridicule of a set of vulgar fools, some person whose good sense and good manners preserve him from suspecting the brutal blackguardism of the rude knave who is playing off upon him. Menippus, accordingly, would fain TROT Dr Chalmers. But unluckily there is something about the Doctor that all at once converts the TROTTER INTO THE TROTTEE; so that when Menippus eyes the company assembled to witness this refined 3 X |