Form'd in the skies of those bright dazzling clouds, Ang. True, true, Carlotti, Thou has described her well. Car. To-day, my Lord, Beside the Princess Isabel, she stood Amid the fairest of the court, but far Surpassing all, lovely, and young, and gay, She dwelt beneath her father's roof, nor dream'd But yielding in its beauty to herself, Deck'd her white breast; and this, as Sforza pass'd, So sweet, so delicate, bashful, yet proud, To give the Hero of the day a prize Beyond his hard-earned laurels; in his cap, With fond delight, Geraldi placed the rose. Ang. Would, like the flowers that grow on Alpine cliffs, It had the power to blast him. Veronica! Oh, Veronica! in thy sunny smile, I had forgotten all my miseries! I loved her with a mad idolatry, That would have sacrificed eternal life, To win a sweet return; the cold, proud girl, Geral- -Geraldi Sforza! Ang. I am a man borne down And suffocating; cursed by heaven and man Within my palace walls. Car. Thy deep felt woes ? Ang. Can friendship soothe Yes, yes, Carlotti, give, Give to my longing soul the means to crush My hated rivals-let me plant despair In others' hearts-Julian! Sforza! And she, that young fair girl-Oh, it were bliss, In agony like mine! Car. Young Julian stands Upon the brink of ruin, he has spread His new-fledg'd wings too near the fervid sun. Car. By chance, a lucky chance I trust it was, I learned that Julian And the young Princess secretly were joined Ang. Read it to me, quick It gives a glorious promise. Car. "Loved treasure of my soul! My own Leander, lest thou meet'st the fate, "The hapless fate of him whom thy fond breast "Delights to imitate, forbear to-night "To tempt the perils that await thy steps. "Oh, worse than winds and waves will rend apart "Our tender intercourse: 'tis death to lose, "E'en for one night, thy cherish'd company, "But still, still more terrific are the fears "Which haunt my soul. I dread our secret known "To Sforza; his unyielding guarded breast, "So sternly virtuous, never could excuse "To love as we have loved ?- -I'll send thy child Thou 'It think upon me through the long, long night: Ang. This wide purse Is filled with double ducats; take them, friend, Shall your bright triumphs mock my agonies. That brings me keen revenge. 1 [Exeunt. Oh, luxury! accurs'd by heav'n's decree, What schemes are foil'd, what plans are cross'd by thee; For thee must fair reform her hopes forego, The sport, the jest, the scorn of ev'ry foe; For thee must Lambton mourn the fate that gave His vows to air, his motion to the grave; Whilst urchins cry, There goes the hungry sinner, Who sold cause, country, all, for Michael's diuner.-HOLKHAM. JOHN GEORGE LAMBTON, Esq. "No man is a hero in the eyes of his valet de chambre," says the proverb, and there are not wanting some to assert that no man is "a leveller" in his own family, or with his inferiors. The satirical rogues say that the good Duke d'Orleans was an hypocrite when he renounced his dukedom and assumed Egalité. Even the jacobinical orthodoxy of Mirabeau was doubted, and some go so far as to say that, had he lived, France would not have enjoyed that glorious spectacle-the decapitation of her sovereign. The high-minded Duc de Rochefoucault is also suspected of insincerity; although, when he beheld his king a prisoner in the hands of his amiable subjects, he (the Duke,) nobly trod under his foot the cordon bleu with which he had been de VOL. I. U corated, in the same manner as the Dutch merchants are said to have trampled on the crucifix at Japan, formerly. In order further to prove himself a genuine member of the tiers état, the 'Duke became a cotton manufacturer near Boulogne; and the doubts of his sincerity rest solely on his resuming and wearing the order of St. Esprit on the restoration of Louis the XVIIIth. Whether those doubts be well founded, or the contrary, we consider him equally entitled to admiration. 66 "Reform" is MR. LAMBTON's motto; it was that of his father-in-law; but there are persons base enough to assert that Lords Grey and Nugent, Messrs. Lambton, Wilson, Hobhouse, nay, even Waithman, loath while they court the fraternal embrace of the lower classes:" that were the veil of privacy rent, it would be found that many of those who, in public, preach liberty and equality, immediately on their return home, “hang up the fiddle:" that the champions of deism, reform, and democracy-the leveller of the Crown and Anchor becomes, next moment, the haughty, imperious, domestic tyrant. What a true professor of liberty and equality was Brutus Buonaparte! For, be it remembered, all the pure jacobins dropped (very properly and consistently) their Christian names, and assumed those of Roman or Grecian heroes, philosophers, or conspirators. There were Anacharsis Clootz, Aristides Couthon, &c., as if we said Catiline Ho-e, Archimedes Hume, Demosthenes Bennett, Alexander Davies, Solomon Wood, or Belisarius Wilson. Of the reality of his republican sentiments Buonaparte removed all doubts by his beautifully sarcastic reply to a brother soldier and democrat-the brave but unfortunate Kleber. Our readers may, perhaps, recollect that there had been some misunderstanding between those generals in Egypt. Kleber sought to be reconciled to the Corsican, and wrote him a letter to effect it, in which, however, he had the temerity, or indiscretion, to address him by the familiar epithet Camarade. "Camarade! Camarade!" exclaimed the republican chief, "What is there in common between Kleber and Buonaparte." Citizens of London and Westminster, inhabitants of Durham, "lend me your ears,"-continue to believe your representatives every thing they seem to be. That although professed republicans and advocates of freedom are sometimes found to be the most tyrannical and cruel of masters, yet believe that those "Friends of the People," Hobhouse, Cobbett, and Lambton, would be exceptions were they professors of those doctrines. Believe that Burdett is a leveller, although he could not tolerate the approach or contact of the low-born tailor's son PAUL. Believe that although the most hellish persecution of those in their power has ever been the attribute of soi-disant democrats; that although that justifiable, humane, and laudable traffic, the slave trade (miscalled the traffic in human blood) is now exclu sively carried on by the Republican Yankees, the Philosophes et Liberaux of France, the Liberatadors of Spain, Portugal, and their late dependencies-continue to believe, ye enlightened Britons, that the success of the republican cause in England would render you rich, free, and happy. Believe that Mr. Lambton's only object in courting your assistance is to raise you to an equality with himself. Continue to believe it impossible for a man to be a republican, or at least an enemy to royalty, (like Colonel Wardle, and another W. we could mention,) and at the same moment the unsparing, sanguinary, and zealous instrument of despotic power, whenever, unhappily, strong and prompt measures to suppress insurrection were deemed necessary. To ye, republicans, levellers, and democrats of Durham-to ye, the gibbet-building constituents of Lambton-to ye we offer "the undissembled homage of our deferential horror," for your deeds of noble-daring done on the "umquhile" jacobins of Ireland. Go forth, O men of Durham! and thus address the loyal (though turbulent) Irish peasant: 66 Unthinking, benighted, priest-ridden, king-loving blockheads, why do you not unite with us in seeking reform*? Why do you not applaud the sentiments and attend to the suggestions of our political chiefs? It is true that when ye were republicans, united and engaged in glorious warfare against your king, that we displayed our sympathy in a manner rather equivocal; but ye cannot imagine, surely, that we are not true and sincere reformers, merely because we ourselves, our fathers, brothers, tortured or hanged you and yours. Do ye think, besotted men as ye are, that because in the year 1798 we erected on the Queen's Bridge in Dublin a gallows, on which we emblazoned the following appropriate, humane, and playful inscription "The genuine essence of Durham mustard a cure for the Croppiest of Dublin :" Do ye think that because we flogged and hanged upon it divers tried and untried jacobins :-Do ye think that because we applied the pitched cap to your heads, the wire and whipcord to your backs, that we were less republicans than ye? While we struck we felt keenly as young Philpot when castigating his virtuous sire. Abandon, then, your petty warfare against tithe-proctors and middlemen, and become the associates of all brave and faithful reformers, the enemies of kings and priests, the champions "A burnt child dreads the fire," and we fear there will be some difficulty in persuading "Pat" to become again a political reformer; for, " to obtain an equal, full, and fair representation of all the people of Ireland in Parliament," was the first obligation of the United Irishmen. Reform was then in Ireland, (we do not say that it is so now elsewhere,) the pretext-revolution the object-and the miserable dupes of political theories in that unhappy country have too lively a recollection of their reforming friends Colonel Wardle, the ancient Britons, and the Durham Fencibles, to render them very anxious for a renewal of the acquaintance. + The United Irishmen cropped their hair, and were thence nicknamed "Croppies.' |