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“ It staggered as it had been drunke,
So dexterous was it hitte ;
Thomme Loncheone roasted itte.".
The tailore impatient to be gone, but is forcibly persuaded to remain.
“ Be done, thou tipsye waggonere,
To the feaste I must awaye.”-
And forced him there to staye,
Butte halfe ane hours delaye.
The Ríme of the Auncient Waggonere.
The waggonere's bowels yearn towards the sunne.
sacre on the innocente wag.
The verge of the horizon ;
As ever I clapped eyes onne.
The mutinous crewe 'gan crye;
Within the jaile to lye;" gonere.
Ah! execrable wretche," saide they,
“ Thatte caused the goose to die!
“ The day was drawing near itte's close, The sunne
The sunne was well nighe settinge ; artificial e
When lo! it seemed, as iffe his face clipse, and Was veiled with fringe-warke-nettinge. horror follows, the same not being mentioned in the Belfaste Almanacke. Various hy- “ Somme saide itte was ane apple tree, potheses on the subject,
Laden with goodlye fruite, f rome which Somme swore itte was ane foreigne birde, the passengeres draw wronge
Some said it was ane brute; conclusions. Alas! it was ane bumbailiffe,
Ridinge in pursuite ! Ane lovelye “ A hue and crye sterte uppe behind, sound ariseth ; ittes effects Whilke smote oure ears like thunder, described. Within the waggone there was drede,
Astonishmente and wonder. The passen- “ One after one, the rascalls rane, gers throw somersets. And from the carre did jump;
One after one, one after one,
They felle with heavye thump.
Like shippes on ane stormye ocean,
With ane shorte uneasy motion.
“ Their bodies with their legs did flye, gonere complimenteth Theye fled withe feare and glyffe; the bumbail. Whye star'st thoue soe ?-with one goode blow, Mendoza, I felled the bumbailiffe."
Policemen, with their lanthernes, pursue the: waggonere.
“ The lighte was gone, the nighte came on,
Ane hundrede lantherns sheen,
Ane lovelye sighte I ween.
I'll laye the rascalle stiffe ;
Of the harmless bumbailliffe.'
No more I coulde abide.
Three paces and a stride,
Seven inches thro' his side.
steppeth 90 feete in imi tatione of the Admirable Crichtoun
“ Up came the seconde from the vanne ;
We had scarcely fought a round,
And I fell down in a swound:
Complaineth of foul play, and falleth down in ane trance.
“ And when my head began to clear,
I heard the yemering crew
And penance more shall do."
The Rime of the Dancient Waggonere.
gonere maketh ane shrewd observation.
The wag. “ The jailore came to bring me foode,
When I stuck him in the liver.
I reached the open streete;
As I ran down the streete.
Never smelte so sweete.
the broad highwaye,
I turned about my heade,
Might close behind me trede!
The tailore rushed into the roonie,
O'erturning three or foure ;
The danger all may see,
And keepe bade companye.
POEMS BY A HEAVY DRAGOON. Though our hair be gray more “ to overcome us like a summer through toil than age,” yet we have cloud,” for the mere purpose of shewlived long enough in the world, and ing the vanity of all human foresight seen enough of its vicissitudes, to feel and sagacity, that we cannot possibly but little surprise at what are commonly contemplate them without “our specalled wonderful events. The escape cial wonder.” Even the calm, the of Bonaparte, the suspension of the abstracted, the philosophical Hamlet, Habeas Corpus, the battle of Water- to whom all the world appeared a stage, loo, nay, even the appearance of the “and all the men and women mereChaldee Manuscript, were far from ly players,” was struck dumb with araising in our minds the same vulgar mazement at the appearance of his faastonishment with which these memor- ther's ghost, and we confess, our able occurrences were generally re- minds were not sufficiently wondergarded. Yet some events there are proof to encounter the present formiof a complexion so utterly unnatural dable quarto without the most unaf
so entirely at variance with the fected astonishment. Highly as we most probable calculation, which seem are disposed to estimate the sagacity of our readers, we are quite sure convincing evidence of the industry of none of them have anticipated the these military dilettanti; and the pub
"psychological cu- lic were diurnally inundated with dogriosity" which we are now about to gerel anacreontics and lamentations on introduce to them. This magic vo- the misery of half-pay. The parents lume contains neither a treatise on and guardians of young ladies speedily cookery by the archbishop of Canter- began to regard this large addition to bury, nor a dissertation on cash pay, the already formidable aggregate of ments by an Irish student, nor illus- military attractions, with terror and trations of the classics by Deacon Law- dismay. Sad experience taught them, rie, nor a work on farriery by the Chan- that in this case, poetry cellor of the Exchequer, nor a collection
“ Was but the poisoning of a dart of new waltzes by Mr Wilberforce, nor
Too apt before to kill." a treatise on common sense by the new member for Boroughbridge ; but, in The elopements from boarding schools short, it consists, " risum teneatis," of became daily more numerous, and an Heroic Poem, in four cantos, by a many cruel and well-fledged widows Heavy Dragoon! The author of this fell melancholy victims to the insidious singular pro-luction is Lieutenant Ed- captivations of a warm love song, and ward Quillinan, who is described by a Waterloo medal. Sir Egerton Bridges, the editor, as a While the majority of the songsters young man of " pure genius.” The restrained their inspiration within these extracts we shall have occasion to lay profitable limits, there were others who before our readers, will enable them to ventured on a bolder Alight. “ Arma form their own judgment on this sub- Virumque Cano" was their cry—not a ject; and, in the meanwhile, we shall battle took place but the brazen throats take the liberty of prefacing them with of an hundred Homers were opened a few observations on military author- to celebrate its glories; and “ not a ship.
General reared his head unsung” in the It is by no means our intention to tuneful lays of some inspired Aid-deenter on any prolix enquiry with re- camp, or musical Brigade-Major. It gard to the present state of literature must be confessed, however, that these in the British army. We believe, on compositions in general, afforded more the whole, that the greater part of the satisfactory evidence of the zeal, than officers possess sufficient learning to the good taste of their authors. It entitle them, in the ancient legal sense, was rather with repugnant feelings that to benefit of clergy. A considerable we have occasionally listened to the portion of them are conversant with glories of Waterloo, mellifluously the more simple rules of arithmetic, chaunted to the tune of “Roly, and all of them have read Moore's poly, gammon and spinnage;" and Poems, Tom Jones, and Dundas on ill-judged attempts to immortalize the the Eighteen Maneuvres. In every name of the Great Wellington, in a regiment will be found individuals new edition of the “ Black Joke.” who can write the proceedings of a Their efforts too were occasionally di, regimental court-martial, without com- rected towards the stage, and it is but mitting any flagrant errors in grammar justice to state, that the public are inor orthography, and a few have even debted for the favourite farce of the arrived at the literary distinction of be- Bee-hive, to the pen of a soldier. We ing able “ to write a devilish good let- were lately favoured with the perusal ter." Among gentlemen of such ac- of a MS. tragedy, by an officer of complishments, it is not surprising that “ the gallant forty-second," which we the brilliant success attending the poet- understand is now under the considere ical debut of Ensign and Adjutant ation of the Drury-Lane committee; Odoherty, and the author of “ Johnny it is entitled “ Alexander M.Pherson, Newcome,” should have excited con- or the Black Revenge," and certainly siderable emulation. A new field ap- displays considerable originality. The peared suddenly opened for their ex- character of Alexander M‘Pherson is ertions, and to arrive at the distin- intended for Mr Kean, and written guished honour of becoming a C.B. or with the express view of bringing the a R.T.S. was no longer the sole object extraordinary powers of that actor inof their ambition. The poets' corner in to full play. We venture to augur the Star and the Morning Post, soon gave well of its success, and consider Vol. IV.
calculated to afford an important ad- persons of a refined and delicate taste. dition to the dramatic literature of the It is somewhat unaccountable too, that, age. Still, however, we confess we notwithstanding the very honourable were quite unprepared for the appear- manner in which that portion of his ance of an heroic poem, in four cantos, majesty's troops have always distinand received it with inuch the same guished themselves against the enemies feelings as the authentic intelligence of their country, we are less apt mentalof the dissolution of the polar ice ly to represent them as charging in the might be supposed to produce in the bloody plain, and dealing deathblows mind of Professor Leslie. It was, in- from their dripping swords, than getdeed, as astonishing to us to find lieu- ting pelted with mud and rotten eggs tenant Quillinan attempting the char- in a meal mob, or scuffling with scaacter of an epic poet, as it would vengers and butchers' boys at the Spabe to encounter Mr Wordsworth or fields meeting. About Mr Coleridge tricked out in the hel- “ The whiskered lancer and the fierce huse met, the jack-boots, and other elegant
sar," appurtenances of the third Dragoon on the other hand, there is something Guards.
of lightness of grace, and of celerity of On the whole, we fear we cannot motion, which redeem him from the congratulate our gallant defenders on same vulgar associations. The dark their success in the field of literature. moustache gives a pleasing fierté to his They may, indeed, be poets among countenance, and notwithstanding his soldiers, we apprehend they must still red breeches and yellow Morocco boots, continue mere soldiers among poets. he is altogether a much more poetical It is not every corps in the service personage. We are quite aware it may who, like
be urged against us, that the knights “ The brave Colonel Corbett and his rifle- errant of old were all heavy horsemen,
and that therefore a portion of the Can lay down the sword and take up the dignity of their character may be suppen,"
posed to attach to their representatives and wield both with equal dexterity in the present day. And if the analo and success.
Yet we think they have gy were a little closer, and the dragoon failed chiefly from attempting too guards were still apparelled in the chimuch. Let them content themselves valrous accoutrements of their ancesat present with the composition of a few tors, we will admit that the cuirass, drinking songs, or occasional stanzas the hauberk, the greaves, and cuisses, on the death of a white mouse or a might go far to ennoble them in our icanary bird. When their wings be- imagination. But alas, it is not so. With come a little better fledged they may a fatuity somewhat ludicrous, the head attempt a higher flight, and it will of our dragoon (certainly the least rul give us much pleasure to congratulate nerable part of his body) is encased in them on their success. But we must brass, while his portly belly, and the stick a little closer to Mr Quillinan. magnificent expansion of his rear, are
As a poet, we think he has been rather left wholly without defence. The most unfortunate in the department of the poetical looking corps which we ever service of which he has made choice. chanced to encounter was certainly The abstract idea which we form of a that of the black hussars of Brunswick, Heavy Dragoon is by no means a poe- Their sable uniform, the death's head tical one. We are led involuntarily to which they carried on their caps, the connect with him something of weight, profusion of black horse hair which clumsiness, and slowness of motion, ut- hung down overshadowing their hard terly destructive, in our minds, of all featured countenances, altogether rengrace and dignity of association. In dered them more impressively terrible depicting him, we figure to ourselves a than can well be conceived by a Cock, decent jolly looking person, mounted ney, accustomed only to gaze at the upon something about the size of a smooth-shaven chins of the life-guards, coach horse, with a chubby good-na- Those who know the importance of tured countenance, and an enormous preventing, if possible, the very idea superfluity of breech. In short, there of death from occurring to a soldier in is too much of the Puddingfield and the moment of danger, will be able to Beefington about him to allow him to appreciate the probable effects of the find any grace or favour in the eyes of associations which the appearance of