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too probable that the success is not equal in both instances. Who, in fact, that considers the manners of courts, the lives and loves of queens, &c. &c. shall say, that there is a single legitimate prince now living, our own of course excepted? Who shall say, that thrones are not occupied by a set of invo luntary Jacobins and usurpers?—that a Gil Blas or Conde What's-his-name does not reign at Madrid, a Mazarin or La Fleur at Paris, a Koningsmarck in other countries, and so forth? To be sure, look, character, and other evidences, say much, especially in extreme cases of countenance: but there may be enough legitimacy for all this, though not enough legitimacy itself and "all that."

(8) To stop one gilded oat from Incitatus.

The horse whom Caligula made a consul, and assigned an establishment. ›

(9) When taken with his minor slaughtering fit,

Hunting, they say, is the image of war, and therefore the favourite pastime of kings, and other great personages, when they cannot be hunting men; just as an ogre might keep a picture of a man to gloat over, when he could not get the original to eat.

(10) Fellows I much prefer to Kettledrumle.

See the Roman historians, Noble's Memoirs of the House of Cromwell, and the novel of Old Mortality.

(11) And loads of lofty Scotchmen cry huzza!

I see by the Examiner of October 6th, that it is proclaimed in Blackwood's Magazine, that "A loftier and a wiser people (than the Scotch) are not to be found now upon the earth, nor do the records of any such survive." See the state of the Scotch Boroughs, the Beacon and its patrons, and Mr. Blackwood himself as a crowning specimen. Tory writers tell you, that the French are a frivolous people; the Italians a people unfit for a constitution; and the Americans, or "Jonathan," a vulgar and insolent people; but if you characterize a favourite nation of their own with similar freedom, they beg you will make "no national reflections." Even this maxim may be made a cant of. Nobody can admire more than I do some things about Scotland,it's music and poetry, it's Wallaces and other strugglers of old for freedom, it's present strugglers against it's infamous Borough system, and (for their talents though not for their politics)" the Scotch novels." But all this does not blind any one to the fact, that Scotland as it now is, notwithstanding the strait-laced look of its morality in general, has no pretension whatever to the character of as "pure and lofty" a nation as any existing. The English, the

Americans, the Spaniards, all beat it hollow. How can a nation be called "pure" which has no character for purity of sentiment, or popular cleanliness, or conversational cleanliness? How can it be called "lofty," when it is at the very feet of the Borough-mongers? How can it be called either pure or lofty, when the writers of such a magazine as Blackwood's, a book full of falsehoods, impurities, and cowardice, can fancy themselves, even for a mement, its representatives? When Scotland sweeps away all this filth, and raises its head again in opposition to the slaves in power, it may deserve all the epithets which the admirers of its Wallaces and Burnses can wish it.— With respect to the fact mentioned in the text, it is truly a national stain. I have met with otherwise amiable Scotchmen, and with intelligent and eminent Scotchmen; but I never met with one, who was not more or less filthy in his talk;-I do not mean merely indecent, much less voluptuous; but absolutely filthy, in the style of Swift. It is most probably owing to certain modes of life; but it is high time for them to get rid of it, if they would not render a publication like Blackwood's as injurious to their character by its praises, as it is by it's abuse of others.

(13) He's drest in dog-skin.

When Sir William Curtis went with the King to Edinburgh, he was accoutred like his Illustrious Friend, "all in the Highland dress." I think the Scotch must have felt this.

(14) Her Royal Highness Mrs. Wilmot Serres.

I am far from insinuating any thing against the pretensions of this lady. Quite the contrary. They are every way royal, saving and excepting perhaps that she has a suspicious amount of wit. Her documents have every right, on the face of them, to be seriously inquired into.

(15) All Scotland takes, like " hairpies coming o'or uz."

That is to say in English," like harpies coming o'er us." I should not have made this apparently invidious translation (especially as I am fond of the Scottish dialect in its proper place) if the Scotch of late had not taken it into their heads to give their Southern neighbours lessons in writing! This, I suppose, is a part of the "purity" which their friend Blackwood speaks of. The modesty, as usual, is equal to it.

(16) And eighteen-pence. Hock, if you please, for me.

I do not mean to insinuate that nothing has been done in answer to the frenzied cries of the Irish for bread. When hanging and violence were

found to be of no use, even with the addition of all the continued recommendation of those amiable and judicious modes of cure, a subscription certainly did take place; and some of the subscribers have a right to think themselves humane. But I say, that in point of the real spirit of the whole treatment of Ireland, past and present, the description in the text is no caricature.

(17) That adequate provision should be made.

A line, I am sorry to say, of Mr. Wordsworth. The one that follows it, is "For the whole people to be taught and trained."

And there is a third before it in the same style, which I forget. When Mr. Wordsworth first wrote about Milton and Marvell, and his other old republican friends, he did better than when he joined the Straffords and Parkers of the day.

(18) The Reverend Nero Wilson.

A silly Calvinistic Preacher, who frightens timid constitutions, gets the good will of callous ones, and maintaineth that if Nero were now reigning, every one ought to obey him. O the satire of these toad-eaters!

(19) The Beacons, Blackwoods, Bulls, and Gazetteers.

A set of Dunciad gentry, one or two of them cleverer than the others, but all of the same pitch of natural impudence, and sordidness of mind. The Literary Gazetteers are promoted because they had the luck to be noticed by Lord Byron, before his Lordship was informed, to his great mortification, that nobody else thought them worth notice. The others have had similar good fortune in other quarters, or I should certainly not have polluted my ink with any of them.

(20) Stands, as it ought to do," Cor Caroli."

See the work mentioned in the text, a guide which had long been wanting to the lovers of the starry heavens. Mr. Brooke does his illustrious duty with great care and circumspection. We only miss, to complete the work, an account of the origin of the different names; some of which however, such as the Arabian, it might be difficult, perhaps impossible, to trace. But the meanings of the mere words might be found. The rest would exhibit some curious matter; such as the deification, here recorded, of the heart of Charles the Second!

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LETTERS FROM ABROAD.

LETTER II-GENOA.

GENOA is truly " Genoa the Superb." Its finest aspect is from the sea, and from the sea I first beheld it. Imagine a glorious amphitheatre of white houses, with mountains on each side and at the back. The base is composed of the city with its churches and shipping; the other houses are country seats, looking out, one above the other, up the hill. To the left are the Alps with their snowy tops: to the right, and for the back, are the Appennines. This is Genoa. It is situate at the very angle of the pointed gulf, which is called after its name, and which presents on either side, as you sail up it, white villages, country seats, and olive groves. I sailed up this gulf in summer-time. The lucid Mediterranean sea washed against our vessel, like amber: a sky, blue indeed, was above our heads: inconveniences and dangers were left behind us; health, hope, and Italy, were before us. With what contented anxiety did we not ask the names of the towns and villages, as we saw them one after the other, seated on the shore like ladies, to prepare for the approach of voyagers to the great Queen! How did we not reconnoitre the great Queen herself with our ship's glass, counting the miles as they lessened between us! At length we see her clearly. Her marble pomp opens upon us! We fancy we see the palace of her great son Doria! How truly does she realize our expectations, poetical as they were! There

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