MARTIAL, LIB. I. EPIG. I.

Hic est, quem legis, ille, quem requiris,
Tota notus in orbe Martialis, etc.

HE unto whom thou art so partial,
Oh, reader! is the well-known Martial,
The Epigrammatist: while living,

--

Give him the fame thou wouldst be giving;
So shall he hear, and feel, and know it -
Post-obits rarely reach a poet.

NEW DUET

To the tune of "Why, how now, saucy jade?"

WHY, how now, saucy Tom?

If

you thus must ramble,

I will publish some

Remarks on Mister Campbell.

ANSWER.

Why, how now, Billy Bowles?

Sure the priest is maudlin!

(To the public) How can you, d-n your souls,

Listen to his twaddling?

February 22, 1821.

EPIGRAMS.

OH, Castlereagh! thou art a patriot now;
Cato died for his country, so didst thou:

He perished rather than see Rome enslaved,
Thou cutt'st thy throat that Britain may be saved!

So Castlereagh has cut his throat! - The worst
Of this is, that his own was not the first.

So He has cut his throat at last! - He! Who?
The man who cut his country's long ago.

EPITAPH.

POSTERITY will ne'er survey
A nobler grave than this:
Here lie the bones of Castlereagh :
Stop, traveller

JOHN KEATS.*

WHO killed John Keats?

"I," says the Quarterly,

[It was pretended at the time, that the death of Keats was occasioned by a sarcastic article on his poetry in the Quarterly

So savage and Tartarly;
"'Twas one of my feats."

Who shot the arrow?

"The poet priest Milman

(So ready to kill man),

"Or Southey, or Barrow."

July, 1821.

THE CONQUEST.

[This fragment was found amongst Byron's papers, after his departure from Genoa for Greece.]

March 8-9, 1823.

I.

THE Son of Love and Lord of War I sing;
Him who bade England bow to Normandy,
And left the name of conqueror more than king
To his unconquerable dynasty.

Not fanned alone by Victory's fleeting wing,

He reared his bold and brilliant throne on high: The Bastard kept, like lions, his prey fast, And Britain's bravest victor was the last.

Review. All the world knows now that he died of consumption and not of criticism.]

TO MR. MURRAY.

FOR Orford and for Waldegrave †
You give much more than me you gave;
Which is not fairly to behave,

My Murray.

Because if a live dog, 'tis said,
Be worth a lion fairly sped,

A live lord must be worth two dead,

My Murray.

And if, as the opinion goes,

Verse hath a better sale than prose

Certes, I should have more than those,
My Murray.

But now this sheet is nearly crammed,
So, if you will, I shan't be shammed,

And if you won't, you may be damned,

My Murray.‡

[Horace Walpole's Memoirs of the last nine Years of the Reign of George II.]

† [Memoirs by James Earl Waldegrave, Governor of George III. when Prince of Wales.]

["Can't accept your courteous offer.

be arranged with Mr. Douglas Kinnaird.

These matters must

He is my trustee, and

a man of honor. To him you can state all your mercantile reasons, which you might not like to state to me personally, such as 'heavy season' 'flat public'-'don't go off' - ' lordship

THE IRISH AVATAR

"And Ireland, like a bastinadoed elephant, kneeling to receive the paltry rider.". -CURRAN.

I.

ERE the daughter of Brunswick is cold in her grave, And her ashes still float to their home o'er the tide, Lo! George the triumphant speeds over the wave, To the long-cherished isle which he loved like his bride.

II.

True, the great of her bright and brief era are gone, The rainbow-like epoch where Freedom could

pause

For the few little years, out of centuries won, Which betrayed not, or crushed not, or wept not her cause.

III.

True, the chains of the Catholic clank o'er his rags, The castle still stands, and the senate 's no more, And the famine which dwelt on her freedomless crags Is extending its steps to her desolate shore.

writes too much'- won't take advice'-'declining popularity'-'deduction for the trade '-' make very little'' generally lose by him'-'pirated edition'-'foreign edition' 'severe criticisms,' etc., with other hints and howls for an oration which I leave Douglas, who an orator, to answer.". Byron to Mr. Murray.