The pillars alluded to in the third stanza, were green; the color reminds the bard of the Emerald Isle; and this causes him to fly off at a tangent, and Hibernicize the rest of the poem. The 'List of Loves,' in the second-named work, with List, list, oh list!' from Hamlet, as a motto, is sufficiently Mooreish :

'COME, fill high the bowl, 't is in vain to repine
That the sun of life's summer is o'er;
Mid the autumn of age this elixir of mine
Shall each moment of freshness restore;

E'en now its bright glow, by acquaintance improved,
Suns o'er each past extacy frozen,

Till fancy recalls the few friends I have loved,
And the girls I have kissed, by the dozen.

'By the dozen?-oh, monstrous mistake of the press!
For dozen, read hundreds, beginning

With Fanny of Timmol, the sylph whose caress
First set my weak spirit a-sinning:

I met her by night in the Liverpool stage,

Ere the stage of my youth was resigned;
Ah, Fan! thy sole guard in that passionate age,
Was the guard on the dickey behind.

'Pretty Sophy stood next on the lists of my love,
Till I found (but it might not be so,)

That her tenderest transports were tendered above,
While mine were all centered below;

So I left her one midsummer eve, with a kiss,
For I ne'er could from kissing refrain,

But honestly mean, when we next meet in bliss,
To give her the kiss back again.

'Oh, Kate was then all that a lover could seek,
With an eye whose least spark, full of soul,
Would madden a dozen young sparks in a week,
Though like Parry they lived at the pole:

In the fullness of bliss, she would whisper so coy,
'We were born, love, to bill and to coo;'
Oh, Kitty! I ne'er paid a bill with such joy
As I paid my addresses to you!'

The allusion to Warren is adroitly kept back until the last, Moore being one of those laureates who think discretion as much the better part of compliment as of valor, and that it is better to insinuate praise, than to thrust it under the reader's nose, in broad and palpable panegyric.'

THE REV. EDWARD IRVING'S contribution to 'Warreniana' is inscribed, For Warren's Blacking; an Oration in One part.' He denounces the present 'thoughtless, godless generation,' whose 'vile and filthy speculations, engendered in the limbo of vanity, are hatched by the suns of sin upon the quicksands of this ball of earth;' and says farther: I can testify, I can testify, that they are crusted all over with leprous iniquities! Men and brethren! is this always to continue, or is it to have an end? If, oblivious of your spiritual interests, ye resolve to brave it out, then look well to yourselves! for even now I behold you bound, one and all, to the ocean of darkness, the steam-boat of sin awaiteth to carry ye across, the wind sits fair for Tophet, and the pilot, Death, stands

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sniggering for very joy upon the deck! But yet,' continues the great discoverer of the gift of tongues,'' amid the sins, and the snares, and the sneers, of this stiff-necked, shameless generation, there is one man who hath eschewed the cud of iniquity like a cow, and addressing himself to a god-like life of science, hath dwelt alone, amid the crowded chaos of the Strand, like some bashful blossom in the wilderness. And he hath been rewarded with many new scientific discoveries; for behold he hath made, in the stillness of his retreat, divers tuns of precious jet-black liquid, the which he hath put forth in comely stone bottles. But mark the invidious soul of this degraded age! They have jeered, and back-bitten, and insulted his pure and poetic advertisements. And for what? For daring to make them simple and scientific in expression, and grafting thereon sweet and salutary commendation of his blacking! Had he sent his advertisements forth among courts and palaces, with portraitures by Westall affixed thereto, his musings had been more welcome; but because the man hath valued modesty and common household truth, therefore he is designated a quack. It is not for me, albeit a devout admirer, to attempt any first-rate advocation of his cause; but thus much I may be permitted to add, that before the fame of the man Warren shall expire, the heartless Childe' shall take unto himself the editorship of the Evangelical Magazine; his staves, forgotten and forgiven of all, shall be engulfed in the æstuary of oblivion, and mine own immortal orations be sent to keep them company on the voyage!'

THE REBUILDING,' by SOUTHEY, one of the best of the Addresses,' is too long for insertion entire, and quite unsusceptible of curtailment. It is modelled after The Curse of Kehama,' with an opening in imitation of the Funeral of Arvalan.' Nothing could be more admirable than the measure and diction. The Carmen Triumphale,' of Warreniana,' also, by the same, we should be glad to quote; but the tyranny of space is despotic. COLERIDGE'S Dream, a Psychological Curiosity,' elaborately diabolized, is less intractable, or more extractable, in fragments; we therefore annex the reply of Warren to Satan, in Hades, (whither the poet has accompanied him,) who has boasted that the waters of Styx are blacker than his 'best article,' and capable of giving a handsomer gloss to the infernal shoes and boots :

'Answered the Warren with choleric eye,

'Oh, king of the cock-tailed incubi !

The sneer of a fiend to your puffs you may fix,
But if, what is worse, you assert that your Styx
Surpasses my blacking, ('t was clear he was vexed,)
By Jove! you will ne'er stick at any thing next.
I have dandies who laud me at Paine's and Almack's,
Despite Day and Martin, those emulous quacks,
And they all in one spirit of concord agree,
That my blacking is better than any black sea
Which flows through your paltry Avernus, I wis,'
'Pshaw' Satan replied, 'I'll be dd if it is!'

'The tradesman he laughed at this pitiful sneer,
And drew from his pocket, unmoved by the jeer
Of the gathering dæmons, blue, yellow, and pink,
A bottle of blacking more sable than ink;

With the waves of the Styx in a jiffey they tried it,
But the waves of the Styx looked foolish beside it;
'You mote as well liken the summer sky,'
Quoth Warren the bold, with an Irish stye;
The nightingale's note with the cockatoo's whine,
As your lily-white river with me or mine.'

'Round the brow of Abaddon fierce anger played,
At the Strand manufacturer's gasconade;
And lifting a fist that mote slaughter an ox,
He wrathfully challenged his foeman to box;
Then summoned each dæmon to form a ring,
And witness his truculent triumphing.
The ring was formed and the twain set to,
Like little Puss with Belasco the Jew.
Satan was seconded in a crack,

By Molineux, the American black,

(Who sported an oath as a civil salam,)

While Warren was backed by the ghost of Dutch Sam.

Gentles, who fondly peruse these lays,

Wild as a colt o'er the moorland that strays,

Who thrill at each wondrous rede I tell,

As fancy roams o'er the floor of hell,

Now list ye with kindness, the whiles I rehearse

In shapely pugilistic verse,

(Albeit my fancy preferreth still

The quiet of nature,) this desperate mill.'

The laughable descriptions of the fight,' and 'the rounds,' are they not written in the book? And is not the philosophy of dreams explained, in the most simple and satisfactory manner, in the 'introduction' of the never-to-be-sufficiently-lauded transcendental bard, who always kept a regular stud of night-mares, and could at any time let loose a torrent of images, words, and book-knowledge? He distinctly says: Kant, in his Treatise on the Phænomena of Dreams, is of opinion that the lens or focus of intestinal light ascending the œsophagus at right angles, a juxtaposition of properties takes place, so that the nucleus of the diaphragm, reflecting on the cerebellum the prismatic visions of the pilorus, is made to produce that marvellous operation of mind upon matter, better known by the name of dreaming!' What could be more clear!

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SCOTT and BYRON are again travestied in Warreniana.' The first, in The Battle of Brentford-Green, a Poem in two Cantos,' describes a serious affray which, in the autumn of 1818, 'came off' between Warren and his rivals, Day and Martin, wherein, after a 'well-foughten field,' the former was victorious. We have 'The Wassail, The Combat,' and 'L'Envoy ;' and in the contribution of the second-named bard, The Childe's Pilgrimage,' in which diverse streets and scenes in London are minutely and characteristically described. As we have already given copious imitations of each of these poets, we refrain the more willingly from extracts. MONK LEWIS, whose Stygian imagination, teeming with all monstrous, all prodigious things, is generally pushed into regions of absurdity, is well represented in the Addresses,' by a poetical proxy, entitled 'Fire and Ale.' We annex a specimen :

The fire king one day rather amorous felt;
He mounted his hot copper filley;

His breeches and boots were of tin, and the belt
Was made of cast iron, for fear it should melt
With the heat of the copper colt's belly.

'Sure never was skin half so scalding as his!
When an infant, 't was equally horrid,
For the water when he was baptized gave a fizz,
And bubbled and simmer'd and started off, whizz!
As soon as it sprinkled his forehead.

'Oh! then there was glitter and fire in each eye,
For two living coals were the symbols;
His teeth were calcined, and his tongue was so dry,
It rattled against them as though you should try
To play the piano in thimbles.

'When he opened his mouth out there issued a blast,
(Nota bene, I do not mean swearing,)

But the noise that it made and the heat that it cast,
I've heard it from those who have seen it, surpass'd
A shot manufactory flaring.

'He blaz'd and he blaz'd as he gallop'd to snatch
His bride, little dreaming of danger;

His whip was a torch, and his spur was a match,
And over the horse's left eye was a patch,

To keep it from burning the manger!'

THERE is an admirable imitation, in the appendix, of those mystical fabrications which employ a large number of fairy creations, in connexion with sundry of us poor humans,' in the oddest juxtaposition. It is entitled The Apotheosis of Warren, a Pastoral Mask.' The bard, in his vision, sees Warren lying dead, in the 'Temple of Art and Science,' on Mount Parnassus, and a set of sylphs strewing over him

'Cowslips, butter-cups and roses,

Thyme with dulcet dew-drops wet,
Sage and onions, pinks and posies,
Cauliflower and Mignionette.'

While this is going forward, Oberon, king of the fairies, enters, and desires the pastoral worthies to pay their last respects to the defunct and gifted manufacturer. No sooner said than done. The monarch waves his gossamer spear, and instantly a select abundance of cherubs walk, two by two, like young ladies in a boarding-school, around the body. First come Oberon and Titania, hand in hand, and then, among others, the following peculiarly appropriate individuals, all of whom, it must be observed, have got pocket handkerchiefs, woven of aspen leaves,' applied to their eyes: Mab and Malibæus; Peasblossom and Theocritus; Pan, Puck, and Priapus; Ruth, Boaz, and Bottom; Gessner and Metastasio; Adonis and Caliban; Spenser and Proserpine; Flora, Faunus, and a Glendoveer in corduroy shorts; Florizel, Perdita, a warlock, two kelpies, and a bogle; Ariel in top-boots; Endymion and John Keats; Acteon and a wood-nymph in short petticoats; Enone and Leigh Hunt; (this last in yellow breeches,) and lastly, the poet himself, with an ass's head for a hat!

THE reader must remember CANNING'S Song of the 'KnifeGrinder :'

'Needy knife-grinder! whither are you going?
Keen blows the night-wind-your hat's got a hole in 't-
So have your breeches!

and so forth. The imitation in Warreniana' is equally Sapphic. An apprentice, with a pot of 'Warren's Best,' addresses a 'friend of science :'

'We shall be glad to have your honor's custom:
Sixpence a pot we charges for our best jet

Blacking; but if you give us back the pot, we
Makes an allowance!'

The pot is purchased, which elicits from the apprentice a laudatory burst of enthusiasm:

'Sing then, oh! sing his praises; and may London,
Hampstead and Highgate echo back the ditty,
While every night-wind whistles to the tune of

'Buy Warren's blacking!'

BUT the notes by the editor are best of all; and we close our long paper with three or four of them. In LEIGH HUNT'S 'Nursery

Ode' occur these lines:

And, to love a martyr,

Apollo followed arter."

Upon which Mr. Gifford remarks: The word arter or a'ter, as it is sometimes syncopated, with a broad inflexion of the first syllable, I find to be the Doric dialect of Cockaigne; a dialect in frequent use among those enlightened members of society, the washerwomen. In pronunciation, it claims analogy with the broad agɛtav aлo лaσav of Pindar.' After the note has been sent to the press, he adds, that he has discovered, in an obsolete мss. pantomime, the production of one Shiels, a Scotchman, the phrase, What are you at, what are you arter?' He thence deduces the theatrical origin of the term, and expresses intense gratification, that his opinion is backed by the authority of a distinguished dramatist.

In SCOTT's Battle of Brentford Green,' some dimness as to the time of the contest at first puzzles the editor; but he says, in a note : 'I am happy to state, that after much laborious investigation, I have ascertained the correct date of this battle. The generous friendship of Mr. D'Israeli has induced him to consult an old barrow-woman, who lives at Brentford, on the subject; and from whom he learns that the skirmish took place a month previous to the demise of her first husband. Now her first husband, as I learn from Mr. Crabbe's 'Parish Register,' died in the autumn of 1818. To this date, then, the point in question must be referred!' In the same poem, is this couplet :

-The red banners formed by hap

Of two old shirts stitched flap to flap.'

In relation to which, it is observed: The indefatigable researches of my friend Mr. Francis Douce, have at last enabled him to procure one of these celebrated banners. It is quartered according to the most received military practices, and in the midst appears a portrait, which I at first mistook for the effigy of a goose and trimmings; but now find to compose the head and wig of my friend Robert Warren. On either side, are blazoned two blacking-brushes rampant, armed