lic prodigality. Yet this is the man - this the Eblis- this the Juggernaut of commerce, under whose overwhelming influence its very life-blood must be crushed out. Oh! let it not be said that the corrupt partialities which taint our political constitution could, even in this humble instance, so effectually blight its character, as to sink it in eternal condemnation at the tribunal of after ages. (The awful solemnity of this address drew thunders of applause from all parts of the house.')

An amusing scene ensues, wherein Mr. Canning replies to a personal attack of the honorable speaker, That's a lie!' The whole business seems likely to have a hostile termination, when a member, anxious to restore harmony, modestly proposes that the disputants cool themselves by perusing each two chapters of the aggressor's 'Constitutional History of Rome.' 'A punishment so heavily disproportioned to the offence,' says the reporter, 'alarmed the compassionate justice of the whole house!' After an awful pause, order is restored, by a member who slips behind Mr. Brougham, and thrust into his hand The Whole Duty of Man,' and another, who presents Mr. Canning with 'Baxter's Call to the Unconverted!' The belligerent speaker, bent upon inflating the nation with sighs it never heaved, and deluging it with tears it never dreamed of shedding, proceeds to enforce the necessity of severest retrenchment:

'Had Mr. Burke been still alive, he would have agreed with me, I am persuaded, in opinion, and by way of commencement would have pulled off the jack-boots of our Horse Guards- with or without boot-jacks, as it may have suited the emergency of the case— if, indeed, any case was ever before reduced to so deplorable an emergency- an emergency proceeding from the superlative follies of government of a a government notorious for every species of gratuitous infamy - Mr. Burke, I repeat, would have commenced his labors by abridging, in the first place, the above-mentioned extravagance of our Guards; secondly, by applying his cautery to the diseased members of our city institutions-provided at least, that precious body corporate be not already too far advanced in the lowest stages of political putrefaction; and, thirdly, by a radical overthrow of that carnivorous band of corpulence and voracity, the beef eaters, (a groan from Sir WC-s), who, under the present delectable regimé, are kept, like hyænas at Brookes's, to eat up the garbage of government. To the members of this house then, individually and collectively, I address myself, earnestly hoping that they will commence a similar task of retrenchment if indeed retrenchment be not yet too late; too late, I mean, in allusion to the time that has elapsed since it was first found to be necessary; necessary, I would observe, both to the two houses of parliament and the nation in general; general, I would add, in the most extended meaning of the term; and I here pour forth my fervent supplications at the throne of mercy, (Hear, hear,) that the strong arm of government may be palsied, and its late intolerant acts fit only for a Ferdinand or a fiend — be forcibly crammed down the œsophagus of the bungling artisans who framed them !'

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Mr. CANNING rejoins, in defence of the existing abuses,' and contends that jack-boots, anointed with the refreshing dew of Warren's blacking, are found to answer every purpose of a suitable and successful equivalent' to looking-glasses; and he quotes, in ornate phrase, and amid 'loud cheers,' the authority of a colonel in the Guard, that for three uninterrupted weeks he had mown the adhesive thistles of his chin through the enlightened medium of his jack-boots, and the whole mess had put on their black stocks and stays by the same luminous assistance!' In allusion to a proposition of the gentleman last up,' to employ steam in boot-cleaning, Mr. Canning says: Let him apply its undeveloped energies to his own eternal orations, and I will answer that, provided it accelerates their utterance, it will be carried by a triumphant majority.' A succession of similar sharp shocks are administered to the reformer, after which the honorable secretary closes with as fine and prolonged a specimen of parliamentary hyperbole, in praise of the scientific Archimedes of the Strand,' as one could find of a summer's day.

MOORE is duly honored, both in the Rejected Addresses,' and 'Warreniana.' 'Living Lustres,' in the former, is a fair imitation of his style, when he gives us the lees of his good wine; when he is merely gallant-not lured by voluptuousness, nor enough in earnest to be tender. The reader should keep in mind the theatre, while we annex a few stanzas:

The pillars alluded to in the third stanza, were green; the color reminds the bard of the Emerald Isle; and this causes him to fly off The List of at a tangent, and Hibernicize the rest of the poem. Loves,' in the second-named work, with List, list, oh list!' from Hamlet, as a motto, is sufficiently Mooreish:

'COME, fill high the bowl, 't is in vain to repine
That the sun of life's summer is o'er;
Mid the autumn of age this elixir of mine
Shall each moment of freshness restore;

E'en now its bright glow, by acquaintance improved,
Suns o'er each past extacy frozen,

Till fancy recalls the few friends I have loved,
And the girls I have kissed, by the dozen.

'By the dozen?-oh, monstrous mistake of the press!
For dozen, read hundreds, beginning

With Fanny of Timmol, the sylph whose caress
First set my weak spirit a-sinning:

I met her by night in the Liverpool stage,

Ere the stage of my youth was resigned;
Ah, Fan! thy sole guard in that passionate age,
Was the guard on the dickey behind.

'Pretty Sophy stood next on the lists of my love,
Till I found (but it might not be so,)

That her tenderest transports were tendered above,
While mine were all centered below;

So I left her one midsummer eve, with a kiss,
For I ne'er could from kissing refrain,

But honestly mean, when we next meet in bliss,
To give her the kiss back again.

'Oh, Kate was then all that a lover could seek,
With an eye whose least spark, full of soul,
Would madden a dozen young sparks in a week,
Though like Parry they lived at the pole :

In the fullness of bliss, she would whisper so coy,
'We were born, love, to bill and to coo;'
Oh, Kitty! I ne'er paid a bill with such joy
As I paid my addresses to you !'

The allusion to Warren is adroitly kept back until the last, Moore being one of those laureates who think discretion as much the better part of compliment as of valor, and that it is better to insinuate praise, than to thrust it under the reader's nose, in broad and palpable panegyric.'

THE REV. EDWARD IRVING's contribution to Warreniana' is inscribed, For Warren's Blacking; an Oration in One part.' He denounces the present thoughtless, godless generation,' whose 'vile and filthy speculations, engendered in the limbo of vanity, are hatched by the suns of sin upon the quicksands of this ball of earth;' and says farther: 'I can testify, I can testify, that they are crusted all over with leprous iniquities! Men and bre

thren! is this always to continue, or is it to have an end? If, oblivious of your spiritual interests, ye resolve to brave it out, then look well to yourselves! for even now I behold you bound, one and all, to the ocean of darkness, the steam-boat of sin awaiteth to carry ye across, the wind sits fair for Tophet, and the pilot, Death, stands

sniggering for very joy upon the deck! But yet,' continues the great discoverer of the gift of tongues,' amid the sins, and the snares, and the sneers, of this stiff-necked, shameless generation, there is one man who hath eschewed the cud of iniquity like a cow, and addressing himself to a god-like life of science, hath dwelt alone, amid the crowded chaos of the Strand, like some bashful blossom in the wilderness. And he hath been rewarded with many new scientific discoveries; for behold he hath made, in the stillness of his retreat, divers tuns of precious jet-black liquid, the which he hath put forth in comely stone bottles. But mark the invidious soul of this degraded age! They have jeered, and back-bitten, and insulted his pure and poetic advertisements. And for what? For daring to make them simple and scientific in expression, and grafting thereon sweet and salutary commendation of his blacking! Had he sent his advertisements forth among courts and palaces, with portraitures by Westall affixed thereto, his musings had been more welcome; but because the man hath valued modesty and common household truth, therefore he is designated a quack. It is not for me, albeit a devout admirer, to attempt any first-rate advocation of his cause; but thus much I may be permitted to add, that before the fame of the man Warren shall expire, the heartless Childe' shall take unto himself the editorship of the Evangelical Magazine; his staves, forgotten and forgiven of all, shall be engulfed in the estuary of oblivion, and mine own immortal orations be sent to keep them company on the voyage!'

"THE REBUILDING,' by SOUTHEY, one of the best of the Addresses,' is too long for insertion entire, and quite unsusceptible of curtailment. It is modelled after 'The Curse of Kehama,' with an opening in imitation of the 'Funeral of Arvalan.' Nothing could be more admirable than the measure and diction. The Carmen Triumphale,' of Warreniana,' also, by the same, we should be glad to quote; but the tyranny of space is despotic. COLERIDGE'S Dream, a Psychological Curiosity,' elaborately diabolized, is less intractable, or more extractable, in fragments; we therefore annex the reply of Warren to Satan, in Hades, (whither the poet has accompanied him,) who has boasted that the waters of Styx are blacker than his 'best article,' and capable of giving a handsomer gloss to the infernal shoes and boots:

'Answered the Warren with choleric eye,

'Oh, king of the cock-tailed incubi !

The sneer of a fiend to your puffs you may fix,
But if, what is worse, you assert that your Styx
Surpasses my blacking, ('t was clear he was vexed,)
By Jove! you will ne'er stick at any thing next.
I have dandies who laud me at Paine's and Almack's,
Despite Day and Martin, those emulous quacks,
And they all in one spirit of concord agree,
That my blacking is better than any black sea
Which flows through your paltry Avernus, I wis,'
'Pshaw!' Satan replied, 'I'll be d d if it is!'

'The tradesman he laughed at this pitiful sneer,
And drew from his pocket, unmoved by the jeer
Of the gathering dæmons, blue, yellow, and pink,
A bottle of blacking more sable than ink;

With the waves of the Styx in a jiffey they tried it,
But the waves of the Styx looked foolish beside it;
'You mote as well liken the summer sky,'
Quoth Warren the bold, with an Irish stye;
The nightingale's note with the cockatoo's whine,
As your lily-white river with me or mine.'

'Round the brow of Abaddon fierce anger played,
At the Strand manufacturer's gasconade;
And lifting a fist that mote slaughter an ox,
He wrathfully challenged his foeman to box;
Then summoned each dæmon to form a ring,
And witness his truculent triumphing.
The ring was formed and the twain set to,
Like little Puss with Belasco the Jew,
Satan was seconded in a crack,

By Molineux, the American black,

(Who sported an oath as a civil salam,)

While Warren was backed by the ghost of Dutch Sam,

Gentles, who fondly peruse these lays,

Wild as a colt o'er the moorland that strays,

Who thrill at each wondrous rede I tell,

As fancy roams o'er the floor of hell,

Now list ye with kindness, the whiles I rehearse

In shapely pugilistic verse,

(Albeit my fancy preferreth still

The quiet of nature,) this desperate mill.'

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The laughable descriptions of the fight,' and 'the rounds,' are they not written in the book? And is not the philosophy of dreams explained, in the most simple and satisfactory manner, in the 'introduction' of the never-to-be-sufficiently-lauded transcendental bard, who always kept a regular stud of night-mares, and could at any time let loose a torrent of images, words, and book-knowledge? He distinctly says: Kant, in his Treatise on the Phænomena of Dreams, is of opinion that the lens or focus of intestinal light ascending the esophagus at right angles, a juxtaposition of properties takes place, so that the nucleus of the diaphragm, reflecting on the cerebellum the prismatic visions of the pilorus, is made to produce that marvellous operation of mind upon matter, better known by the name of dreaming!' What could be more clear!

SCOTT and BYRON are again travestied in Warreniana.' The first, in The Battle of Brentford-Green, a Poem in two Cantos,' describes a serious affray which, in the autumn of 1818, 'came off' between Warren and his rivals, Day and Martin, wherein, after a 'well-foughten field,' the former was victorious. We have 'The Wassail,' The Combat,' and 'L'Envoy ;' and in the contribution of the second-named bard, The Childe's Pilgrimage,' in which diverse streets and scenes in London are minutely and characteristically described. As we have already given copious imitations of each of these poets, we refrain the more willingly from extracts. MONK LEWIS, whose Stygian imagination, teeming with all monstrous, all prodigious things, is generally pushed into regions of absurdity, is well represented in the Addresses,' by a poetical proxy, entitled 'Fire and Ale.' We annex a specimen :

'The fire king one day rather amorous felt;
He mounted his hot copper filley;

His breeches and boots were of tin, and the belt
Was made of cast iron, for fear it should melt
With the heat of the copper colt's belly.