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London, England, 1828-01-25 00:00:00

LONDON, FRIDAY EVENING, JANUARY 25, 1828.

In a few days, in 4 vols. Sy&
THE HISTORY of the PENINSULAR
WAR.

By ROBERT SOUTHEY, Esq.
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HOW TO LIVE IN LONDON.
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THE ATHENIEUM, No. 4.—Besides the
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and other interesting articles, the ATHENAUM con-
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Jeffrey, Editor of the Edinburgh Review—The Second
Letter of Crito on the pretensions of 'Mr. Lockhart to the
Editorship of the Quarterly—Lord Byron and some of his
Contemporaries, by Leigh Hunt—French Literary News—
Travels in America and Italy, by the Viscount de Chateau-
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America—An Italian Story—Opening of the Italian
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AGREEK and ENGLISH LEXICON;
originally a Scripture Lexicon ; and now adapted
to the Greek Classics, with a Greek Grammar prefixed.
By the Rev. GREVILLE EWING,
Minister of the Gospel, Glasgow.

,* The first two Editions of this Work were adapted
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THE ARMY.

LITERATURE.

POEMS, by THOMAS GENT.—Foolscap Svo. T.
Cadell and W. Sams.
Mr. Gent, a volume of whose poems we have
now before us, is well known in the lighter walks
of literature as the author of several delightful
songs, sonnets, &c. We believe that it was his
Monody on Sheridan, and some lines written on
the Death of the Princess Charlotte, that first
raised him into notice as a poet. The first-
mentioned of these is decidedly the best of his
serious compositions the versification is smooth
and harmonious, the thoughts are just, and the
whole exhibits the sympathy of a kindred mind
with the deeds he passes in review. This poem,
and some others that have appeared at different
times in various publications, are now reprinted
in the volume before us ; added to these are a
great number of others that have never yet been
published. The sonnets and songs in the
volume that might advantageously be quoted,
are almost innumerable ; but take the following
as a specimen of Mr. Gent's serious style
NIGHT.—A. SONNET.
Now when dim night her shadowy veil has spread,
See want and infamy as forth they come
Lead their wan daughter from her branded home,
To woo the stranger for unhallowed bread
Poor outcast ! o'er thy sickly tinted cheek
Aud half clad form what havoc want bath made;
And the sweet lustre of thine eye doth fade,
And all thy soul's sad sorrow seems to speak.
0 ! miserable state ! compelled to wear
The wooing smile, as on thy aching breast
Some wretch reclines, who feeling ne'er possessed ;
Thy poor heart bursting with the stifled tear ;
Oh ! God of Mercy ! hid her woes subside,
And be to her a friend, who bath no friend beside.
Mr. Gent, however, excels most in the joyous
and ludicrous ; for proof of which we refer the
reader to " the Wisest Men are Fools in Wine."
The poet's last poem, " Taking Orders," " To
, an impromptu," " The State Secret,"
" Mister Punch," and many others. One of
them we cannot help extracting : it breathes the
very spirit—but let it speak for itself.
REFLECTIONS OF A POET ON GOING TO A
GREAT DINNER.
Great epoch in the history of bards !
Important day to those who woo the niue ;
Better than fame are visitation cards,
And heaven on earth at a great house to dine.
0, cruel memory ! do not conjure up
The ghost of Sally Dab, the famous cook,
Who gave sue solid food, the cheering cup,
And on her virtues begg'd I'd write a book.
For her dear sake I braved the letter'd fates,
And all her loose thoughts in one volume cramsn'il ;
" The accomplished cook, in verse, with twenty plates,"
Which (0 ! ungrateful deed !) the critics d—d.
D---n them, I say, the tasteless envious elves;
Malicious fancy snakes them so expert,
They write 'bout dinners, who ne'er dine themselves,
And boast of linen, who ne'er had a shirt.
Rest, Goddess, from all broils! I bless thy name,
Dear kitchen nymph, as ever eyes did glut on !
I'd give thee all I have, my slice of fame,
If thou, fat shade ! could'st give one slice of mutton.
Yet hold—ten minutes snore and I am hless'd ;
Fly quick ye seconds—quick, ye moments, fly ;
Soon Ann I put my hunger to the test,
And all the host of miseries defy.
Thrice is he arm'd who bath his dinner first,
For well-fed valour always fights the best ;
And though he may, of over-eating, burst,
His life is happy and his death is just.
To-day I dine—not on my usual fare ;
Not near the sacred mount with skinny nine ;
Not in the Park upon a dish of air ;
But on true eatables, and rosy wine.
Delightful task ! to cram the hungry maw,
To teach the empty stomach how to fill,
To pour red port adown the parched craw,
Without that dread dessert—to pay the bill.
I'm off—methinks I smell the long lost savour;
Hail, platter-sound ! to poet music sweet;
Nosy grant me, Jove, if not too great a favour,
Once in my life as much as I can eat !
There is a piece on the rupture of the
Thames Tunnel, written July 2, 1827, which
the repetition of the accident would render just
now a very fit subject for extract, were it not
rather too long for our limits; it is in Hood's
style, a string of puns from beginning to end.
There is another piece also in which Mr. Gent
has very successfully imitated the author we have
just named. It is called " 1827, or the Poet's
last Poem." The Author takes a kind of review
of the different writers of the age, who, he says,
have all anticipated his subjects, and at last he
comes to Hood :
I had a budget full of fun,
But here again I'm lost, undone !
I'm so forestall'd—that, faith, I could
Half quarrel with—my lively Hood
For odd it is, my " Oddities "
Are even all the same with his ;
Would Sherwood, (him of Paternoster)
Assist my pilferings to foster,
I'd turn free-hooter---nay, 1 would
E'en play the part of robbing Hood—
But brother wits should never quarrel,
Nor try to " pluck each other's laurel,"
And though my income's scarce enough
To find friend Petersham with snuff,
Here's peace to all ! and kind regards !
And, Brother Hood among the bards.
We must now close our notice of this very
agreeable volume, which will well repay the
trouble of readers of all sorts, for it contains an
infinite variety of matter, which the shortness of
the space we have to spare has rendered it im-
possible for us even to allude to.

Lord HOLLAND and the Marquis of LANs-
nowNE were in the eecond box above the stage, at Covent-
garden Theatre last night, to witness the new tragedy. At
first the Noble Marquis was only partially visible to the
house ; bat, after some time, both leant over the front of
the box, intently noticing the play, or quietly conversing,
as if they neither were nor ever had been disturbed by any
state cares, or affected by any state intrigues.

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In the Foreign Quarterly Review we find
the following story, which the Reviewer affirms to be
true :—" The Duke and Duchess of ANIIALT COTHTN
converted ; and they set to work most
havvigorouslyebeei in converting
converting the Court, which very dutifully
yielded to the strong arguments of the Sovereign, except
one Maid of Honour, who hell most resolutely to her
Protestant principles. After some time, a Gentleman ar-
m Vienna, at Anhalt Coact:, to make some stay
there, and an attachment ensued between him and the
yriovueadgill'aody in question ; but when marriage was spoken of,
he declared that as he was a Roman Catholic, he could not
in conscience unite himself to a heretic. After many
struggles, the unfortunate young woman yield to love what
she had denied to argument. We are informed, however,
that her scruples were still so strong, that she fainted both
in making her recantation, and at the first procession she
was compelled to attend. When ail was over, the lover
came to congratulate her on her better mind, and to assure
her that he paid his addresses to her for the good of her
soul, marriage being out of the question, as he was a
Priest and a Jesuit : a fact of which he convinced her,
by taking off a smart wig he wore, and showing her the
tonsure !"