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Novels, are sometimes quoted either from reading About I know not what !-nothing, indeed;
or from memory, but, in the general case, are pure Competitions, degrees, and comparatives
invention. I found it too troublesome to turn to Of soldiership!-
the collection of the British Poets to discover ap-

A Faire Quarrel. posite mottoes, and, in the situation of the theatrical mechanist, who, when the white paper which

(6.CHAP. XX. represented his shower of snow was exhausted, If you fail honor here, continued the shower oy snowing brown, I drew Never presume to serve her any more; on my memory as long as I could, and when that Bid farewell to the integrity of arms, failed, eked it out with invention. I believe that, And the honorable name of soldier in some cases, where actual names are affixed to Fall from you, like a shiver'd wreath of Laurel the supposed quotations, it would be to little pur- By thunder struck from a desertlesse forehead. pose to seek them in the works of the authors re

A Faire Quarrel. ferred to. In some cases, I have been entertained when Dr. Watts and other graver authors have

(7.)—CHAP. XXI. been ransacked in vain for stanzas for which the

The Lord Abbot had a soul novelist alone was responsible."--Introduction to Subtile and quick, and searching as the fire: Chronicles of the Canongate.

By magic stairs he went as deep as hell,

And if in devils' possession gold be kept, 1.

He brought some sure from thence—'tis hid in I knew Anselmo. He was shrewd and prudent,

caves, Wisdom and cunning had their shares of him; Known, save to me, to noneBut he was shrewish as a wayward child,

The Wonder of a Kingdome. And pleased again by toys which childhood please ; As—book of fables graced with print of wood,

(8.)-CHAP. XXVII. Or else the jingling of a rusty medal,

Many great ones Or the rare melody of some old ditty,

Would part with half their states, to have the plan That first was sung to please King Pepin's cradle. And credit to beg in the first style.

Beggar's Bush. (2.)–CHAP. IX. “Be brave," she cried, “ you yet may be our guest.

(9.)—CHAP. XXX. Our haunted room was ever held the best : Who is he?-One that for the lack of land If, then, your valor can the fight sustain

Shall fight upon the water-he hath challenged Of rustling curtains, and the clinking chain; Formerly the grand whale; and by his titles If your courageous tongue have powers to talk, Of Leviathan, Behemoth, and so forth. When round your bed the horrid ghost shall walk; He tilted with a sword-fish-Marry, sir, If you dare ask it why it leaves its tomb, Th' aquatic had the best—the argument I'll see your sheets well air'd, and show the room." Still galls our champion's breech. True Story.

Old Play. (3.)–CHAP. XI.

(10.)-CHAP. XXXI. Sometimes he thinks that Heaven this vision sent, Tell me not of it, friend—when the young weep, And order'd all the pageants as they went; Their tears are lukewarm brine;—from our old Sometimes that only 'twas wild Fancy's play,

eyes The loose and scatter'd relics of the day.

Sorrow falls down like hail-drops of the North,

Chilling the furrows of our wither'd cheeks, (4.)-CHAP. XII.

Cold as our hopes, and harden'd as our feelingBeggar !-the only freemen of your Common- Theirs, as they fall, sink sightless—ours recoil, wealth;

Heap the fair plain, and bleaken all before us. Free above Scot-free, that observe no laws,

Old Play Obey no governor, use no religion [toms, But what they draw from their own ancient cus

(11.)-CHAP. XXXII. Or constitute themselves, yet they are no rebels. Remorse-she ne'er forsakes us !

Brome. A bloodhound stanch—she tracks our rapid step

Through the wild labyrinth of youthful phrensy, (5.)–CHAP. XIX.

Unheard, perchance, until old age hath tamed us; Here has been such a stormy encounter,

Then in our lair, when Time hath chill'd our joints, Betwixt my cousin Captain, and this soldier, And maim'd our hope of combat, or of flight,


We hear her deep-mouth'd bay, announcing all

(18.)-CHAP. XLII. Of wrath and woe and punishment that bides us. Let those go see who will—I like it not

Old Play.

For, say he was a slave to rank and pomp,

And all the nothings he is now divorced from (12.)-CHAP. XXXIV.

By the hard doom of stern necessity ; Still in his dead hand clench'd remain the strings Yet is it sad to mark his alter'd brow, That thrill his father's heart-e'en as the limb, Where Vanity adjusts her flimsy veil Lopp'd off and laid in grave, retains, they tell us, O'er the deep wrinkles of repentant Anguish. Strange commerce with the mutilated stump,

Old Play. Whose nerves are twinging still in maim'd exist

Old Play.

(19.)CHAP. XLIII. Fortune, you say,

flies from us She but circles, (13.)CHAP. XXXV.

Like the fleet sea-bird round the fowler's skiff,Life, with you,

Lost in the mist one moment, and the next Glows in the brain and dances in the arteries; Brushing the white sail with her whiter wing, "Tis like the wine some joyous guest hath quaff’d, As if to court the aim.-Experience watches, That glads the heart and elevates the fancy :- And has her on the wheel

Old Play. Mine is the poor residuum of the cup, Vapid, and dull, and tasteless, only soiling

(20.)CHAP. XLIV. With its base dregs the vessel that contains it. Nay, if she love me not, I care not for her:

Old Play.

Shall I look pale because the maiden blooms !
Or sigh because she smiles

and smiles on others ? (14.)CHAP. XXXVII.

Not I, by Heaven L-I hold my peace too dear, Yes! I love Justice well—as well as you do To let it, like the plume upon


cap, But, since the good dame's blind, she shall excuse Shake at each nod that her caprice shall dictate. me,

Old Play If, time and reason fitting, I prove dumb ;The breath I utter now shall be no means

[" It may be worth noting, that it was in corTo take away from me my breath in future. recting the proof-sheets of The Antiquary that

Old Play.

Scott first took to equipping his chapters with

mottoes of his own fabrication. On one occasion (15.)CHAP. XXXVIII.

he happened to ask John Ballantyne, who was sitWell, well, at worst, 'tis neither theft nor coinage, ting by him, to hunt for a particular passage in Granting I knew all that you charge me with. Beaumont and Fletcher. John did as he was bid, What, tho' the tomb hath born a second birth, but did not succeed in discovering the lines. And given the wealth to one that knew not on't, Hang it, Johnnie, cried Scott, 'I believe I can Yet fair exchange was never robbery,

make a motto sooner than you will find one. He Far less pure bounty

Old Play.

did so accordingly; and from that hour, whenever

memory failed to suggest an appropriate epigraph, (16.)/CHAP. XL.

he had recourse to the inexhaustible mines of old Life ebbs from such old age, unmark'd and silent, play' or 'old ballad, to which we owe some of the As the slow neap-tide leaves yon stranded galley. most exquisite verses that ever flowed from his Late she rock'd merrily at the least impulse pen." -Life, vol. v. p. 145.] That wind or wave could give ; but now her keel Is settling on the sand, her mast has ta’en An angle with the sky, from which it shifts not. Each wave receding shakes her less and less, Till, bedded on the strand, she shall remain

from the Black Dwarf. Useless as motionless, Old Play.

(17.)-CHAP. XLI.
So, while the Goose, of whom the fable told,
Incumbent, brooded o'er her eggs of gold,

With hand outstretch'd, impatient to destroy,
Stole on her secret nest the cruel Boy,

(1.)-CHAP. V. Whose gripe rapacious changed her splendid dream, The bleakest rock upon the loneliest heath For wings vain fluttering, and for dying scream. Feels, in its barrenness, some touch of spring;

The Loves of the Sea-Weeds. And, in the April dew, or beam of May,

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My lord may grip my vassal lands,
For there again maun I never be!

Old Ballad.

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!

To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.


This Solimaun, Serendib had in sway-
And where's Serendib? may some critic say.-
Good lack, mine honest friend, consult the chart,
Scare not my Pegasus before I start!
If Rennell has it not, you'll find, mayhap,
The isle laid down in Captain Sindbad's map,-
Famed mariner ! whose merciless narrations
Drove every friend and kinsman out of patience,
Till, fain to find a guest who thought them shorter,
He deign’d to tell them over to a porter–
The last edition see, by Long. and Co.,
Rees, Hurst, and Orme, our fathers in the Row.



The Search after Wappiness;'

Serendib found, deem not my tale a fiction-

This Sultaun, whether lacking contradictionTHE QUEST OF SULTAUN SOLIMAUN.

(A sort of stimulant which hath its uses,
To raise the spirits and reform the juices,

-Sovereign specific for all sorts of cures

In my wife's practice, and perhaps in yours),

The Sultaun lacking this same wholesome bitter, 1.

Or cordial smooth for prince's palate fitterOn for a glance of that gay


Or if some Mollah had hag-rid his dreams
That lighten'd on Bandello's laughing tale, With Degial, Ginnistan, and such wild themes
And twinkled with a lustre shrewd and sly, Belonging to the Mollah's subtle craft,
When Giam Battista bade her vision hail : 2 I wot not—but the Sultaun never laugh’d,
Yet fear not, ladies, the naïve detail

Scarce ate or drank, and took a melancholy Given by the natives of that land canorous ;

That scorn'd all remedy--profane or holy; Italian license loves to leap the pale,

In his long list of melancholies, mad, We Britons have the fear of shame before us, Or mazed, or dumb, hath Burton none so bad.* And, if not wise in mirth, at least must be de


Physicians soon arrived, sage, ware, and tried, II.

As e'er scrawl'd jargon in a darken'd room ; In the far eastern clime, no great while since, With heedful glance the Sultaun's tongue they Lived Sultaun Solimaun, a mighty prince,

eyed, Whose eyes, as oft as they perform'd their round, Peep'd in his bath, and God knows where beside, Beheld all others fix'd upon the ground;

And then in solemn accent spoke their doom, Whose ears received the same unvaried phrase, " His majesty is very far from well." "Sultaun! thy vassal hears, and he obeys !" Then each to work with his specific fell: All have their tastes—this may the fancy strike The Hakim Ibrahim instanter brought Of such grave folks as pomp and grandeur like; His unguent Mahazzim al Zerdukkaut, For me, I love the honest heart and warm While Roompot, a practitioner more wily, Of Monarch who can amble round his farm, Relied on his Munaskif al fillfily. Or, when the toil of state no more annoys,

More and yet more in deep array appear, In chimney corner seek domestic joys

And some the front assail, and some the rear; I love a prince will bid the bottle pass,

Their remedies to reinforce and vary, Exchanging with his subjects glance and glass ; Came surgeon eke, and eke apothecary; In fitting time, can, gayest of the gay,

Till the tired Monarch, though of words grown Keep up the jest, and mingle in the laySuch Monarchs best our free-born humors suit, Yet dropt, to recompense their fruitless labor, But Despots must be stately, stern, and mute. Some hint about a bowstring or a sabre.



1 First published in The Sale Room, No. Y.,” February 1, 1817. Vol 5,90 Atau Sari

? The hint of the ollowing tale is taken from La Camiscia Magica, a novel of Giam Battista Casti.

3 See the Arabian Nights' Entertainments.
+ See Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy.

. For these hard words see D'Herbelot, or the learned editor of the Recipes of Avicenna.

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There lack'd, I promise you, no longer speeches But their long-headed chief, the Sheik Ul-Sofit, To rid the palace of those learned leeches. More closely touch'd the point :-" Thy studious

mood," VI.

Quoth he, “O Prince ! hath thicken'd all thy Then was the council call'd-by their advice

blood, (They deem'd the matter ticklish all, and nice, And dulld thy brain with labor beyond measure ; And sought to shift it off from their own shoul. Wherefore relax a space and take thy pleasure, ders),

And toy with beauty, or tell o'er thy treasure ; Tartars and couriers in all speed were sent, From all the cares of state, my Liege, enlarge To call a sort of Eastern Parliament

Of feudatory chieftains and freeholders- And leave the burden to thy faithful clergy."
Such have the Persians at this very day,
My gallant Malcolm calls them couroultai ;-

I'm not prepared to show in this slight song These counsels sage availed not a whit,
That to Serendib the same forms belong,

And so the patient (as is not uncommon E'en let the learn'd go search, and tell me if I'm Where grave physicians lose their time and wit) wrong.

Resolved to take advice of an old woman;

His mother she, a dame who once was beauteous, VII.

And still was called so by each subject duteous.
The Omrahs, each with hand on scymitar, Now, whether Fatima was witch in earnest,
Gave, like Sempronius, still their voice for war- Or only made believe, I cannot say-
“The sabre of the Sultaun in its sheath

But she profess'd to cure disease the sternest,
Too long has slept, nor own'd the work of death; By dint of magic amulet or lay;
Let the Tambourgi bid his signal rattle,

And, when all other skill in vain was shown,
Bang the loud gong, and raise the shout of bat- She deem'd it fitting time to use her own.

tle! This dreary cloud that dims our sovereign's day,

X. Shall from his kindled bosom flit away,

Sympathia magica hath wonders done" When the bold Lootie wheels his courser round, (Thus did old Fatima bespeak her son), And the arm'd elephant shall shake the ground. " It works upon the fibres and the pores, Each noble pants to own the glorious summons- And thus, insensibly, our health restores, And for the charges-Lo! your faithful Com- And it must help us here.—Thou must endure mons !"

The ill, my son, or travel for the cure. The Riots who attended in their places

Search land and sea, and get, where'er you can, (Serendib language calls a farmer Riot) The inmost vesture of a happy man, Look'd ruefully in one another's faces,

I mean his shirt, my son; which, taken warm From this oration auguring much disquiet, And fresh from off his back, shall chase your harm, Double assessment, forage, and free quarters ; Bid every current of your veins rejoice, And fearing these as China-men the Tartars, And your dull heart leap light as shepherd-boy's." Or as the whiskerd vermin fear the mousers,

Such was the counsel from his mother came ;Each fumbled in the pocket of his trowsers. I know not if she had some under-game,

As Doctors have, who bid their patients roam

And live abroad, when sure to die at home; And next came forth the reverend Convocation, Or if she thought, that, somehow or another, Bald heads, white beards, and many a turban Queen-Regent sounded better than Queen-Mo

green, Imaum and Mollah there of every station, But, says the Chronicle (who will go look it), Santon, Fakir, and Calendar were seen.

That such was her advice—the Sultaun took it.
Their votes were various—some advised a Mosque
With fitting revenues should be erected,

With seemly gardens and with gay Kiosque, All are on board—the Sultaun and his train,

To recreate a band of priests selected; In gilded galley prompt to plough the main.
Others opined that through the realms a dole The old Rais' was the first who questioned,
Be made to holy men, whose prayers might “ Whither?"

They paused—“ Arabia,” thought the pensive The Sultaun's weal in body and in soul.



1 See Sir John Malcolm's admirable History of Persia.

2 Nobility.

s Master of the vessel.

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