Star.
London, England, 1824-12-27 00:00:00

POLICE INTELLIGENCE•

31 A NSION-HOUSE.
Convert arrwinnt Two Ports.—The part the LORD Miens has
taken with respect to the numerous unfortunate Spanish and Italian
refugees, has produced manifestations of gratitude from all. One
or two enthusiasts, who might well be expected amongst such a
body, have sent laudatory testimonials of rather a comical nature.
That given some days since by the Italian Poet Malaspina, upon
his Lordship, lauding his virtues to the skies, and representing Jove
as conferring the Sovereignty of the City upon him, has already
been before the Public. The Poet, who was in suffering, obtained
relief, and retired with applause ; but, alas ! bow short-lived is hu-
man happiness! another has now come forward to bid him defiance
and dispute his title to the laurel which he wears. Mr. Angelini,
the unfortunate professor of languages, la meek, and poetry, no
longer pleads for pity to himself, but in an indignant tone be has
denounced Malaspina as not being a true poet, and demands jus-
tice upon him. Knowing how dreadful and interminable is a war
between two poets, it was sought to pacify him, but in vain. lie ac-
cuses the poet Malaspina of theft, and threatens to punish (in verse)
those as accomplices who attempt to shield hint. The following is
nearly a literal translation of the Poem which Mr. Angelini has
presented to the loan hlavoe, as at once indicating his trim marks,
and administering justice to the demerits of another.

AN ODE

To the exaked, honoured Gooitarr. Lord Mayor of the City of
London.

Filled with a sacred ire which warms my breast, I come, my
Locd,to 'vent Parnassian thefts, midst guilty hostile swords.
Should cruel Fate, whose sport I am, not stop sly breath, my
expiring Muse shall cry aloud •,
Hollo ! Who art thou that at the victorious gates of English
Peer, like an impudent humbug, singest with a lyre not thine omit?
Such weapons are not for thy puny grasp; leave to others the
-glorious task of lauding on golden harps him who upholds the sn-
ored balance.
Lo! I throw off the youthful laurel ; I pass in silence under the
dark caverns of time, and emerging I behold him seated in the Re-
man Forum.
I see him explore, with mind acute, the indigested heap of laws ;
and taking from I-tome's Tutelary Genius the mighty compasses,
Fix them on the margin of the Thames, and there display wis.
dom which rivals will in-vain attempt to emulate.
There evil spirits bow down around him like the damned before
the King of the gloomy gates.
Behold him serenely grave; whether speaking, adjudging, or ad-
monishing, wisdom guides kins, and virtue alone fears him not.
He regards each part, and watches over all like the light which
sheds its benign influence over both hemispheres.
0, were I not the victim of the Powers above ! Could I hope
by his wish to soften the inexorable fates.
Jove does not always wield the forked lightning; the thunder
peals not ever through the vaulted sky.
-The wretched slave sometimes sustains without sinking the
shower of blows his tyrant bestows.
Father! Sire ! May your pity melllify the stern decrees of fate !
May your goodness be such that I may have none but myself to
inculpate !
March not to the judgment-seat amidst grim-visaged Marshal-
men ! Brandish-not aloft the awe-inspiring mace !
Stretch out your arms' to the Genius of Peace, and lend your
power supreme to heal misfortune's wounds.
Let the sword of justice impend over the guilty alone. Pardon
and pity repentant error, and let clemency temper severity.
But already fame proclaims your acts to distant lands, and the
lyre drops from my enfeebled hands.
Otie.rs will relate to future ages your glorious deeds in far loftier
strains than those, either Theban or Lesbian, uttered by a hapless
Bard, immersed in suffering and sorrow.
In testimony of profound esteem,
EDMUND ANGF.LINI.
• In allusion probably to the authori offer to be hanged for Mr.
Fauntleroy.
f The Italian who presented to the Lord Mayor a Sonnet, as-
serting that he had composed it, was wrong. The Sonnet was by the
celebrated Frugoni, Poet at the Court of the Duke of Parma, Infant
of Spain—(Note of the Author).—Singular that a Sonnet to the
present Lord Mayor should be composed by the Poet to the Duke
of Parma!