Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1830-03-04

Suit with the sablest Of the times
Ofone, whom Love nor Pity swaYs'
Mr. home of fame. nor good men's praises
One who in stern Ambitions pfee'
Perchance not blood shall turn as'de;
One rank'l in some recording PABe
With the worst snarchs OF the agei
Him wilt thou know-and knowing, Pause'
Nor with the effect forget the cause
"The sn,ieipa,iuns Of hi, own future career
i, these concluding lines are OF natu'e,
il mus, be owned to awaken more o' "o'
ror thsn Of in,eres', were we MOI PFC
pared BY so many instsnces OF his eAsssea
lion in hi. respect; nj 10 b. startled 81 lens"'
10 which The spirit OF self-libeling ~"ulo car r
~ him. It secured IS if with the power o,
pointing free and gloom! personase.' ne 10"
slso the AMBITION IL be himself the 'datS SUI
lime he crew, and tina, in his lcndness 'o' '"e
delinealiou Of heroic crime he 'ndea'orra 70
fancy, where he could no, fad in his own eha~
rac,er Fl, subjects for his pencil
"Amorg The many CAV hosrs we passed 10
selh.r ,hiA spring, (lsl3)" say, Mr.. Moore'
remember particularly the Wild now OF Ms
,piri,s me evening, when We had aec"mpa-
MED Mr. Rogers home from sothe early assem-
bly,, and when Lord Byron, too, accora'hs 70
his frequent custom, had not dned LOT INC
Last Two days, found his hunger no longer go
vrrnabls, and called aloud for something TO ea'.
Our .rpa.,-Gf his own choosing -" as simple
bread and ch,a.r; and seldom have ! par'aksh
OF SO Joyous a supper. Il happened that our
hos, had Just received a presentation COPY OF
q volume Of Pcem,, written prolesseuiy 10 ''ni>
| ,a'ion f the old English writers, anu centaih,
ing, like many Of ihose msdels, go"a oea'
that w,s striking and beautiful, mxrd up win
much that was highly fantastic and absurd. III
eur mood al the moment, It ives on'y VIII"
! ,hese latter qualities that 'i:her Lord Byron or
fsh disposed to indulge ourselves; ana In
corning over The puges, we tound, u must oe
owned, abundant matter for mirlh. In vain
did Mr.. Rogers, in jus'ice 20 The an'hor. en-
drs-or tn direct our attention 1" some oi 'ne
| ceauties Of The wnrk;-it suited het',r our pur-
ros. Gas is Toe Of en- the csse with more dell
! bera,e critics. TO pounce only on soch pas
,ayes as ministerrd 10 the laughing humor NAV
?ossesvd Us. In this sort OF hunt through
the volnme, we =, length lighted on The disco
vrry that oar host, in addition 10 his sincere ap-
| probation OF some Of its contents, had also Inc
no,ive Of gratitude for standing by is su'hor
as one Of the poems was warm, and nseo
| not ado, well deserved pnnegyrie on himself
We were, howevs:, too Tar gone in nonsense tor
even the eucvy, in which We both so heartily
u.
poem was. az veil a. | can iecoleci-' When
Rogers o'er his labor ben';' and Lord Byron
undertook 10 ,esd it eloud!-but he found Il
impossible 10 get beyond the frs two words
Our ias liter b cd now incrsasrd 10 such Pitch
that nothing could restrain 1.-TWO or three
timer ne bvgan; but no soonrr had the wotd',
i When Rogers, passed his lips, thon cur m
bur., forth srresh--,ill even Mr.. Rogers him
self, with all hi. feelings Of our injustice. found
il impossible NOT to join US; aud we were ~
l-asl al three in s,ch a state OF unex'nguish.
abb. Iaugh,er, that had the a.'hor himself
bc-n Of the party, | question whether he could
have resisted the infection.
A day or two after Lord Byron sent me the
following:
MY dear Moore = When Rogers must no,
see the inc,o.ea, which send for your perusal
ara ready 10 fix any day you like for our visit.
Was not Sheridan snod upon The whole? The
Pouieret' was the first and best. Ever yours,
Sc.
When = this id nonsense sent
q hope am not violently
Nor men, gods knew wha, lie meant.
And since not even our Rogers praise
To common sense his thoughts could raise-
Why would they let him print his lays
ITO me, divine Apollo. grant-O!
Hermildst first and second Canto,
I'm fitting up new portmanteau:
s.
| Anthem to furnish decent lining,
My own and others bays I'm twinng-
So gentle T., throw me thine in