The National Register.
London, England, 1818-04-27 00:00:00

DR: BURNEY'S LIBRARY.

Mit BAN K ris called the auenti m of the house to the report con-
cerning the purchase of the Wore: y of the lute Dr. Burney. The
report contained what information was necessary on the subject. lie
should nut, therefore, then trespass on the time of the House, but
simply more that it be referred to the Committee of Supply.
Mr. IILY NET thought that ?:.stice ought to be done to there who
had served the. Crown, before they voted away sours of zneney in
generosity.
:11r.Ctr. 0,7E11-said, that if the Hen. Meliber pressed the Motionfor referring the report to the Corn:niece, he should feel it his duty to
divide the Sir/Übe upon it. fie had. for the same reitsbn as now,
oppored former plans. NVhatever might be the aetnal value. of this
eolle..tion, it cmild only be eanoctol to be usetill to a few, and net of
universal benefit They has atey givtn consider:axle grant.; to the
Royal Family in the eireuinstances of the country they ought to
pau-c before voting such sums.
On a division, the nuishers ca .11r.BAnkes's motion were—Ayes 79
—Noes 55—Alajority 44.
I'OOR LAWS' A MENWIF.NT RILL _ _

The Mute went he') a tnaniuduee., and the Bill was read clause by
clause.

Alt. D. Cll. Erni* pmposed an ;intendment .of the eause atitlior-
i?ing to raise loans by niortgaging..rise Poor4tates,‘..respectir.4 the
number% and the property el thsso.who should gibe their sanction in
every nuns:ace of so raising looney.
Sir Cruet :hotigltt. -it wrongrimminciples .abd dan-
gerous in its consequences, to Intsden tvsterity for the benctit of the
present generation.
r ROY llot wi:F. replied, that the httil,ling of workhoultes,
according to the act of tiro. I. wa: le,hle to the same objections.
Workhouses were nut for one generation. Yet, it such erections
were made, of which posterity were to havothe advantage as well as
the existing generation,. 'why should not posperity bear part of the
expense.
After 'erne further conversation, the amendment was put and
earriod. . . . .

The next clause wag, that landlords should be habit t.. the payment
of the rate, inatvad of the uttatits, it eases in which the rent did not
esce‘d .v 4. per annum, r.ntl the tenure was undi:r unti year.
Sir Hobert Heron, Mr. Littleton, qtr Charles Monek. Mt. Sturm
Bourne. and Mr. Philips, ma& seresal obseria.tiuns on the toideney
of this clause. . .

Several amendments were proposed to the rlausea, mi the pro-
position of which, a long rotiversa•ion wok place, in which thc
tW-
Ltwin; members took part • Mr. Franklaiut Lewis, Mr. Allertnan
Wood. Mr. General Tiloraton, Mr. S.. Browne. Sir F.
Baring, Mr. Butterworth, Sir. Kgerton Brydge-, Mr.D. Gilburt, Ms.
N. Calvert, Colonel Waal:Ur. Mellish, Mr. Wrottesley, Mr. Cur-
wial and Mr. W. Lamb.

'!'lie clause for•enabling parish overseers to advenee money, by way
of lean, to industrious paupers.was agrattl to after some observations
from Mr. Douglas ar.d Mr. Calvert.
Atter a long conversation about verbal amendments in other parts
of the Hill, and the prof oust of clauses by several Nlembers, the
Hill pai...ed the ratillilittee.
"I'lie I louse then rtaunitii. ; the report onlered to be takrn into far-
th cr emuideration on Mod iy, and in the mean time th • Bill, as
unctided, to be house ad:,ouructl at 12 o'tlo:k.

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APRIL g 7.

REYIEIV OF LITEIMTURE. •

The ruder Family its Paris, Edihal by Thomas Bross
the Yuunger, Author vi the " Tworenvy Pod Bag."
—12 mo.

Witco would not deem it " amaisery," worthy of place
in Mr. Beresford's book, if, lifter walking the whole
day in muddy streets, and stepping into a garden to
enjoy himself, he were to find it rendered impassable by
the same kind of mud that he bad jugt.eseaped from..?
And, are not we equally to be pitied, who, toiling
through the week among parliamentary debates, plans
of .finance, and political discords, seek for a few mo-
ments-relaxation amidst the flowers of literature, and
discover to our infinite mortification, that the literary
garden is so defaced-by this same mud of rolitics, that
we cannot attempt to _gather a posoy for our friends,
without picking our way as cautiously as a Bond-street
belle on a rainy day ? This is exactly the case with'us
now. We bad anticipated, from the title of this book,
u fist of." quips and cranks and wanton wiles,---:oF
wit, that
.played round its object like the harmless
buzzing gsaat—and satire, not more iniseltievots than
the arch tricks of Rabin Goodfellow.—We did, indeed,
find some of these, but they only-served to garnish the
praises of the Gallic Eagle, and the.abuse of.l.ord•Cas-
tlereagh. :Ile work consists of a series of letters,
written by different members of the -Fudge Family,
from Paris. Phil. Fudge writes to Lord C—gh : Mr.
Bub-Fudge is a gourmand, and :revels among the lux-
uries of Ifeiy and lieauvilliers.; his sister, Miss Biddy
Fudge, describes the pleasures of Beaujon and the
Opera; and a Air. l'itrlita Centaur writes red-hot poli-
tics,about 13uonaparte and the 'lt is
not onr intention to meddle with these politics, though,
as we .have already said, it is no easy :matter to keep
clear of them. The real author .is well known, aml
his name is humorously alluded to in the prefisce,
which willfully-account for all the•politisal violence it
exhibits. There is beyond this troubled sphere so muck
space fur wit and playfulness that we regret he has net
devoted more of .his little volume to these less danger-
oas scbjeeta, which his.peculiar.powers so well fit him
to treat of We shaa present our readers with some
extracts than Miss Biddy .Fudge's correspondence,
which is written with greut naivete.

FROM AISSAISIDDI" wututz TO MISS ZIOROTAY
" What a time sincel•wrote!--.l'm a sad, naughty girl—.
Thought like a tee-totem, I'm all in a twirl.
`Yet cv'n (as you wittily say).-i tee.totuin
Between all its twirls gives alter to note 'em,
Loral, such a place ! and then, Dolly, In y dresses,
My gowns, so divine !—there's no languago expresses,
Except just the Ina words" syperbe, •• magnitique„"
The trimmings of that whichl had home last
I' is call'd—l forgtt—a k—sornctiling which sounded
like alicasnpatir—hot, in trut.r,cl'in conflunded
And bother `d uty dear, 'twist that troublesome boy's
cookery language: and Mailante le Itoi's
What with fillets of roses, and fillets of veal,
Things orirvi with lace, and thing.; garni with eel,
•One's bare and one's cudets both ca papillate,
And a thousand more thing.l shall nc'er have by rote,
I can scare, tell the ditrieuce. at /east as to phrase,
-dietweett beef,' la J'aclre and curls a la braise—
But, in short, dear trick'd out quite a la Francais,
With my haunt—so beautiful)--higlr op and poking.
Like things that are put to keep chininies from smoaking.
Where shall I begin with the endless.delights
• Of this Eden of milliners. monkiee, and•dglits—
This dear busy place, w here there's nothing transacting
But dressing anti dinnering, dancing and acting 1*
Imprimis,. the Opera—mercy, my ears !
Brotheoliobby's retuick, t'uther night, was a true nne
6, This nin..t be the tnuac," said he, •• of the spew r,
Fur I'm curio if each note of it doesn't ran through one!"
-ra says (and you know, love.-his books to make out
'Twas the Jacobins brought every mischief about)
That this plosion Or roaring has tome in of late,
Since the rabble.all tried for a voice in the State.—
.What a frightful idea, one's mind to o'erwhelm !
What a chorus, dear Dolly, would ton be let loose of it,
if,. when of age, cvety man 01 the realm
Dela voice like old Lair., (1) and chose to make use of its
No—never was known in this riotous sphere
Such a bleach of peace as their singing, my dear.
So bad too, you'd swear that tl:e (kid :it' both art:,
Of Music and Physic, had acs en a frolic
, For setting a load fit of asthma in parts,
And composing a fine irutr.bling base to a alto.. !
dancing—aft padre-moi, Dab' •lc
There. iniiced, is a treat that charms all but Papa.
Surtubeattty--such amee—alt ye sylphs of romance !
Fly, fly to Titania. and ask her at sisc Las
One light-booted nymph in her train, that can dance
like divine Biggottnii and sweet Fanny Bias !
Fanny Bias in Flora—dear creature !—you'd swear,
When her delicate tint in the dance twinkle round,
That her steps are of I;ght, that her home is the air,
And she only par complaisance touches the ground.
And when Bigottini in Psyche dishevels
Iler black flowing hair. and by dremom is driven,
• 'Oh ! who lith's nut envy those rude little devils.
That hold her, and bug her, and keep her from beaten

The young lady meets with an admirer at Beatkjrn
whom she at first supposes to he..the King of Prussia,
incog, hut finds her mistake at a sei..ond•meeting.
'Twa.• dark, when we got to the Boulevards to .aim:,
And in vain did I look Wong the sari:et Macaroni:,
When., sudden, it stru. k tnt—hot hope of my soul—
That swim iLogel might taiLe the tka nom to
TORTONI'S !
We tatred--and scarcely had /108, with au air,
For a paf r. a kjardiniere calPd to the winters,
IVlten, oL Dot.i. t I ww him--my hero wri, tin re.
(For I knew 1.:9 white small-clothes and brown
.leatiaer viten)
A ginop of fi.ir bt..tutes from Greece smiling o'er him,
And lota of red currant juice riparkling before him !
(1) The oldest, most celebrated, and most noisy of the :Vast
the French thitra,

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W, 1 Ile s, ix. t'ese hewer--whet ervatums they are !
In the 6oadr;r the same as in felds full of slaughter ;
As cool in the i3eavio:l•3 precipitact ea-,
As whir safe r. Toe nor, es, e'er ic'd currant-water !
If% ioir.'.l usnia,rine, deer ctuature, my extol--
34,4'1'd by the man I'd have broken ten necks to 4ce t
Bon wish'd v% test him with Punch o /a glace, •
But the ar,cet f..710w ihrute that my b^aufc, my grate,
stlrslyce-te.salt-lacis (then his .8 inskera f-,. ;ward)
W ere, to+ .3, " or de top of all PL.nela :nor vorld.
Bow rutty l—thou;;is oft vac ef ...::sr, it must be)
:,I!'r I.lf greneh amd his Cia%gfi: ..ite Greek, 1101.1., wine.
lit, in spurt, I telt happy as eir :r S•ind heart did ; •
And h Limier 601 , 'Mil an l'iens Eli is!, c-v we parted,
I"!at, if th r nest Clay should b.: partorol weather,
A; e A.ould set ofd, in French bit vies. together,
1 a see Mostna9relvw—thie. place which, you know,
Bi so Eamon; for cherries and dna); .1 ACQMES It 0 :-, 'IE AV.
l'i't "sad then he gave us—the some. rather eras d
But twee Cattco.,•--tionothing—s Colonel at lea it !
I% 'f7 wbieb—sure there never was hero so civil—he
s • -is sat-, home to our door in Rae 11- soli,
11;x-^ :.,,t !art words, iv,. :at parting, he threw
A sof ask o'er hi.; shoulders, Were--" how do you do!" V2l.
Prep it+ di.: ides, pout Miss Fudge was some ss hat
rtristal• ens a: gprucS from the last Epistle in the eOilce,-
...
Can. .
... 'dr
oh DOILY. dear Dot lA% I'm ruin'd for ever—
t ar'er shall he happy again, DOLLY, never !
To Oink of the wretch—what a victim was I I
yri, too touch to endurc—l shall die, I shall die-
-4' brain's in a fever-171y puke. heat quick—
I satin (Ile, or, at least, be exceedingly sick !
Oh, what do you think ? after all my romancing,
My visions of glory, nay sighing, any glancing,
This Colonei—l scarce can commit it to naper—
This Colonel's no more than a vile linendiaper ' !
''cis true as I live—l had coax 'd Lreher llos• so,
(You'll hardly make out what I'm writing, I sob so)
For some little girt on my birth-day—September
The thirtieth, dear, Vita eighteen, you remember—
That Bun to shop kindly order'd the coach,
(Ah, little I thought who the shopman would prove)
To belpeak me a few of those mouchoiri de pent.,
Which, in happier hours, I have sigh'd fur my love,—
(The most beautful things—two Napoleons the price—
And one's name is the corner embroider'd so nice !)
Well, with heart fill of pleasure, 1 enter'd the shop,
But—ye Gods, tvluta phantom !—I thought I show drop—
There he stood, my dear DOLLY--no room for a doubt—
There, behind the vie counter, these eyes saw him stand,
With apiece of Freuith cambric, before him roll'd out,
And that horrid yard measure uprais'd in his hand r
Olt—Papa, all along, knew the secret, 'tis clear—
'Tants a shosema he meant be a “ Brandenbaugh," dear 1
The mac, whom I fc.:cliv had fmcied a King,
And, when tisat too delightful illusion was pas!,
As a hero had worshipp'd—vile, treacherous thing—
To turn out but a low linenclraper at last I
My head swam around—the writ. is smil'd, I believe,
But his smiling, alas, could no longer deceive—
I fell ba:k or. lios—a:}• whole ',ma! seem'il to wither--
And, pale as z ghost, I was carried back hither !
I only rerneml.-er that Bon, ail caner ham,
With cruel facetiohsness said—" "arse the Kiddy !
4. A staunch Revolltionist always i'.v thought him.
" But now I find oat he's a CounAr One, nippy !"
Only think, my dear creature, if this shoal ,1 be known
9'o that saucy. satirical th,ng, Miss Aistlfn.: I
What a story 'till be ntShandangaa for eler !
What laughs and what quiz siv, she'll save with the :newt-
It will spread through the cottary—and never, oh, never
Can Brum he seen at Kilraney again !
Farewell-1 shall do something deep rate. 1 fear—
And, ala! if any fate ever reacaes }our ear,
One tear of compassion my DoLi, will not grudge
To her poor—broken-hearted—youngfrien4
BIDDY FUDGE;
N.to bcne—l'm axe you will :-.ear, with delight,
That we're going. all three, to see BRUNEI to-night.
A laugh will re% ive me—and kind Mr. Cox
(Du you know Idol ? ) has got us the Governteabox I

The Sexagenarian; or, Theolleciions of et Literary
Lite.—‘! vols. 8 vo.
BY rite LATE NEV. Mit. 131:10E.

The Sexagcnatrian seems to have found peculiar solace
in recapitulating the anecdotes of all hip acquaintance
during his past lift. His college locubrat.mis furnished
him also with manv intimat,,s of whom he has, be a
pleasant mcnrory, represented things mos: favourably ;
he very lightly ouches anti dwells and en-
larges upon merit, urbanity, and skill. There arc a
few allusions to his intimacy with some who have been
raised to higher station, but did not always remember
his quondam friendship, and in these notes there ap-
pears a taint of dissatisfaction ; but, in general, the
work is an effort of a mind, happily neither clouded
by ndverity, nor elated by prosperity ; the evert tenor
of his wary has led hint to rejoice with those that rejoice,
and to weep with those that weep—he loved society,
anti has profited by all its communications ; and though
he alludes sometimes to the errors of those he -dtli-
watc, he avoids, in general, to " set down aught in.
mance." Perhaps curiosity is not more excited, than
to discover the characteristic features of men of letters,
because they are, generally turned from view, either by
their native nuxiesty and diffidence, or by the retire-
ment of their studies ; on this account, anecdotes of
their manners and sayings secure an universal reading,
riot every reader dwells fondly upon almost every sylla-
ble of a man of literary eminence, as if he had himself
411.cort:ed a part of the mine with which the indivi-
(Hal wan stored, and thus a deliberate, though tie-
fluently a prejudiced fudgment, is thrilled of men
Nolo i. rve a better fate. Pope„ Swift, Johnson, and
Ltany nio-c, might have gone down to the grave in
P7oluund silence, as regards many of their littleteuil-
or rather imperfections, luau not the kind thirst of
ory-telliag laid open wlmt :NW nsver needful to make
li:own—it would be painful to murk these instances.—
Uat has avoided this spirit as much as

(2) Not on unwed mistake with foreigners.

NATIONAtIIMISTER.

my collector upon literary record ; his collection is not
toe less entertaining, but it is the less pungent in the
c=►el►s of tashionable scandal, where they affect " t 6
itold up the mirror to nature," and forget that they at
the saa►e time present themselves before a microscope.
The work abounds with amusing anecdotes ; and
those relating t.) Professor Porson• possess very consider.
able i►:terest. There are, however, too many blanks
and initials to make the subjects generally understood,
and net a few ex7purte statements, which might have
been d•speused with,