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Nov. 'Twas my purpose to deliver words and speech to that intentAnd for such my good intentions must I thus be tempest-rent?

Chor. Fawning braggart, proud deceiver, yielding likea pliant thong! We are not old men to cozen and to gull with lying tongue. Fraud or force assault or parry—at all points will we pursue thee: And the course which first exalted, knave, that same shall now undo

thee. Cl. (to the audience.) Town and weal-I make appeal--back and

breast these monsters feel. Chor. Have we wrung a clamour from thee, pest and ruin of our town? Saus. Clamour as he will, I'll raise a voice that shall his clamour drown. Chor. To outreach this knave in speech were a great and glorious

featBut to pass in face and brass-that were triumph all complete. Then might fiy to earth and sky notes of vict ry pæand high! Cl. (to the audience.) Allegation-affirmation—I am here prepar'd

to make That this man, (pointing to the Sausage-vender) shipp'd spars and tim.

ber and—sausages for Sparta's sake. Saus. Head and oath, I stake them both, and free before this pre

sence say, That the Hall a guest most hungry sees in this man (pointing to Cleon)

ev'ry day; He walks in with belly empty and with full one goes away,' &c.

The next interruption of the Chorus is very powerful :
Chor. · Wretch! without a parallel-

Son of thunder--child of hell,
Creature of one mighty sense,
Concentrated impudence !-
From earth's centre to the sea,

Nature stinks of that and thee,' &c. • But thou, (turning to the Sausage-vender) whose breeding and

whose feeding were in those schools and masters, From whence proceed all those who breed our present state-dis

Unfold thy speech-direct and teach in eloquent oration
That they are naught who'd have us taught a virtuous education.

Saus. Then at a word must first be heard my rival's estimation.
Cl. (eagerly.) I claim precedence in my speech-nor you my right

deny, Sir. Saus. Your reason,-plea ?—mere knavery! (proudly) marry and

what am I, Sir ? I stake my fame and this way claim a right to prior speaking. Chor. (gravely.) The reason's good, well understood ;—if more the

foe be seeking, Be it replied--that you're a knave, and not of new creation, But known and tried-on either side-through all your generation.

Cl. (to Saus.) Dost still oppose ?

'Fore friends and foes. CI.

My soul is in commotion :By Earth!

Saus. By Air-

I vow!

I swear! Cl.

By Jupiter 1Šaus.

By Ocean ! Cl. O I shall choke Saus.

You shall not choke—myself am your prevention. Chor. (to Saus.) Forbear, forbear, my friend, nor mar so useful an

intention! Cl. (to Saus.) Discuss-propound your eause-your ground for these your

words nefarious. Saus. My pow'rs of speech-my art to reach phrase season'd high

and variousCl. (contemptuously.) Your pow'rs of speech!—ill fare the cause beneath


hands e'er fallingBatter'd and rent, 'twill soon present a sample of your calling, The same disease will fortune you—that meets our eyes not rarely: Hear-mark-reply, and own that I discuss the matter fairly. Some petty suit 'gainst strangers gain'd-anon you're set a-crowing; The mighty feat becomes forthwith a birth that's ever growing. By day, by night, on foot, on horse, when riding or when walking, Your life a mere soliloquy-still of this feat you're talking. You fall to drinking water next-on generous wine you trample, While friends are sore-worn o'er and o’er with specimen and sample. And this attain'd, you think you've gain'd the palm of oratoryHeav'n help thee, silly one, you've yet to learn another story,

It may be fair to give an example of Mr M.'s powers in rendering those touches of poetry which so often illuminate the pages of Aristophanes. The following lines are very pretty:

• Oh thou, whom Patroness we call
Of this the holiest land of all,

That circling seas admire;
The land where Power delights to dwell,
And War his mightiest feats can tell,
And Poesy to sweetest swell

Attunes her voice and lyre;
Come, blue-ey'd Maid, and with thee bring
The goddess of the eagle wing;

To help our bold endeavour :
Long have our armies own'd thy aid,
O Victory, immortal maid;
Now other deeds befits thee tell
A bolder foe remains to quell;

Give aid then now or never,'

A much deeper spirit breathes in the following extract, which is the last we can afford room for, from the Parabasis. The poet, through the lips of his Chorus, is alluding to the fortunes of his precursors in the art: • Could it 'scape observing sight what was Magnes' wretched plight,

when his hairs and his temples were hoary; Yet who battled with more zeal or more trophies left to tell of his former achievements and glory?

[clapping, Ile came piping, ø dancing, tapping,fig-gnatting and wing

frog-besmeard and with Lydian grimaces : Yet he too had his date, nor could wit nor merit great

preserve him, unchang’d, in your graces. Youth pass'd brilliantly and bright;—when his head was old and white,

strange reverse and hard fortune confronted ; What boots taste and tact forsooth, if they've lost their nicest truth, or a wit where the edge has grown

blunted! Who Cratinus may forget, or the storm of whim and wit

which shook theatres under his guiding ? When Panegyric's song pour'd her flood of praise along,

who but he on the top wave was riding ? Foe nor rival might him meet; plane and oak ta'en by the feet

did him instant and humble prostration ; For his step was ds the tread of a flood that leaves its bed,

and his march it was rude desolation. Who but he the foremost guest then on gala-day and feast ?

what strain fell from harp or musicians, But “ Doro, Doro sweet, nymph with fig-beslipper'd feet "

or_“ Ye verse-smiths and bard-mechanicians. Thus in glory was he seen, while his years as yet were green ;

but now that his dotage is on him, God help him! fòr no eye, of all those who pass him by,

throws a look of compassion upon him. 'Tis a couch, but with the loss of its garnish and its gloss ;

'tis a harp that hath lost all its cunning,'Tis a pipe where deftest hand may the stops no more command,

nor on its divisions be running. Connas-like, he's chaplet-crown'd, and he paces round and round

in a circle which never is ended ;-On his head a chaplet hangs, but the curses and the pangs

of a drought on his lips are suspended.' We would not willingly interrupt the current of strong feeling, so simply and yet so beautifully expressed as in these latter lines especially,--but we must remark, that in the verses printed in

§ The poet alludes in his peculiar manner to the titles of some

of the dramatie works of Magnes.


italics, Mr M. has deserted his author to introduce ornament of his own. Aristophanes takes his metaphor simply from a couch,

. But now,' he says, ye take no pity on him, be• holding him in his dotage like an aged couch, εκπιπτουσι

υσων των ηλεκτρων, και του τονου ουκ έτ' ενοντος, των 9' αρμονιων διαχυσκουσων"' with its bosses tumbling off-its straining-cords no longer fixed • —its joints wide-gaping.' The turn which Mr M. has given to the words may be more beautiful and more poetical, but it is not the sense of the original.

We must now bid Mr Mitchell farewell, with every assurance of the pleasure it will give us to meet with him again in the course of his entertaining and instructive labours. He professes himself no friend to indiscriminate praise, and will not therefore be offended by any portion of our animadversions. Let him drop a few prejudices, and the general tone of his work will be more pleasing: let him bestow a little more pains, and its general execution will be more correct. For what we have said in commendation, we think the extracts we have given will fully justify us to our classical readers. We hail with much satisfaction the prospect now afforded us of seeing ably and agreeably translated into our native language, an author who has hitherto had so much fewer readers and admirers than his merits deserve. It will be no slight honour to Mr Mitchell, if he succeed in making Aristophanes a more familiar and more popular study than he has been; and in spite of the despairing motto he has adopted, we have good hopes of his doing so. We rejoice to have laboured in a small portion of the same vineyard; and shall be glad if our assistance can in any way contribute to so desirable a result. We would recommend a more cheerful inscription for the next volume:-Aristophanes has long been under a sort of cloud,

" But shall anon repair his drooping head, " And trick his beams, and with new-spangled ore

Flame in the forehead of the Morning sky!”

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Art. II. 1. Whitelaw's History of the City of Dublin. 4to.

Cadell & Davies. 2. Observations on the State of Ireland, principally directed to

its Agriculture and Rural Population ; in a Series of Letters, written on a Tour through that Country. In 2 Vols. By J. C.

CÚRWEN, Esq. M. P. London, 1818. 3. Gamble's Views of Society in Ireland.

These are all the late publications that treat of Irish interests

in general,--and none of them are of first-rate importance. Mr Gamble's Travels in Ireland are of a very ordinary description-low scenes and low humour making up the principal part of the narrative. There are readers, however, whom it will amuse; and the reading market becomes more and more extensive, and embraces a greater variety of persons every day. Mr Whitelaw's History of Dublin is a book of great accuracy and research, highly creditable to the industry, good sense, and benevolence of its author. Of the Travels of Mr Christian Curwen, we hardly know what to say. He is bold and honest in his politics---a great enemy to abuses-vapid in his levity and pleasantry, and infinitely too much inclined to declaim upon commonplace topics of morality and benevolence. But with these drawbacks, the book is not ill written; and may be advantageously read by those who are desirous of information upon the present State of Ireland.

So great, and so long has been the misgovernment of that country, that we verily believe the empire would be much stronger, if every thing was open sea between England and the Atlantic, and if skates and codfish swam over the fair land of Ulster. Such jobbing, such profligacy--so much direct tyranny and oppression--such an abuse of God's gifts-such a profanation of God's name for the purposes of bigotry and party spirit, cannot be exceeded in the history of civilized Europe, and will long remain a monument of infamy and shame to England. But it will be more useful to suppress the indignation which the very name of Ireland inspires, and to consider impartially those causes which have marred this fair portion of the creation, and kept it wild and savage in the midst of improving Europe.

The great misfortune of Ireland is, that the mass of the people have been given up for a century to an handful of Protestants, by whom they have been treated as Helots, and subjected to every species of persecution and disgrace. The sufferings of the Catholics have been so loudly chanted, in the very streets,

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