Richmond daily Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1842-1861, 1843-07-26

the fire. and proceeded perusa OF these multiom
illusions Of the British Heliccn.
We have said that the Home Secretary had not the be-
ne6 of Mr. Wakeys fine poecal discrimination to direct
his Judgment. IL would appear, however that even al
though Mr. Wakey had been familiar with the official red
tape, personal considerations would have warped his usual
ly perceptions OF the beautiful lie is himsefa
ddate for the offices and his application puts his views as
poetry and poets, IN clear light that wse supeu
to add one word upon the subject. Here it is;
THE CoRoNER'S CoRoNAL.
WHATS poet2 One who writes
What nobody reads;
One who about moonllghis,
Dicky and howery meads;
One TO whom pretty woman
is being superhuman-
a sort of s-breed. gay and airy,
'Twxt angel and fairy,
That's poet!
What's poet7 One you'll see
BY the side OF mumunng brooks
Looking so, you'd swear that he
l. patient from 81. Luke's;
One who maunders through the town,
With long hair and collar down;
BY the heath of Highgate fingers,
Counts his feet upon his fingers,
That's poet
Whats a laureate7 One whose lays
BY pension are inspired,
Who a thing they call the BAYS,
And writes an ode when he's desired
What's ode7 I'm noways clear
What ode may be- but hear
IT'S stuff about the Queen;
Long lines, with shorter lines between.
Thatsan ode
Poets, laureates odes and all,
Are sheer humbug, that's n fact;
Dung and aged. great and small,
All you rhyming birds cracked.
There is Wordsworth, doting elf,
could write well myself,
In domestic medicines praises,
As he OF butiercups and daises,
That could!
Give me but the laureaie's place,
Soon my genius shall enhance it,
Songs each CTowner's Quest shall grace,
1 shall versiy the Lancet
Give me but the laurentes pay,
Ballad singers all the day
Shall have matter for their chimes
'Wakleys Royal Nursery Rhymes,
BE- the yard"
very concise exposition of Mr. Wakey's poetical creed
certainly Government should take him at his offer, and
engage him put Buchan's Domestic Medicine and the
London Phancopea for the use OF schools
We should have the whole faculty following his exan
ple. Pills poetry would be blended in prescription
Instead of the cabatc Scrolls garnshed with snake stalls
and tangos which eeches issue their hats TO
the apotheeacs, should have such graceful
date as ths:-
When life appears a sulen
And the month feels nausoous taste
When you abhOr the genial cup,
Breakfast, dinner, tea and SUPPER
To the next chemist swift repair
And tell him TO compound with care,
Eight drachms of coocynih with two
OF those fine pills which men call blue
These swallow you go TO bed;
Next day will find you well, or dead.
Such would take the bitterness OF quasna
out Of patients mouth.
We are naturally OF n humane disposition, and should
therefore have much pleasure in handing the modest
author Of the following rhapsody TO the uenchant scape
ofMr. Wnkley. Few have written more verses few
less poetry than Mr. Robert Montgomery, who realizes 10
the letter the
Proud of vast extent OF himsy lines
OF Pope. In the following euson he has ont Mongomer
led Montgomery. If readers feel surprise at not
understanding it, they can know little Of his "Omnresenee
or his "Satah" 1t wants title we shall give II one
MoNTGOMERY-A POEM.
Like one who, waking from troublOus dream,
Pursues with force his medauve theme;
Calm the ocean in its halcyon still,
Calm us the sunlight sleeping on the hill,
Calm a Ephesus Great Paul was seen
To rend his robes IN ngouies serene;
Calm the love that radiant Luther bore
To oil that lived behind HIM and before
Calm Is meek Calvin, when, with holy smile,
lie sung the around Servoius pile;
SO once again / snatch this harp Of mine,
TO breath rich incense from mystic shrine.
Not whisper TO the ambient air
The sounds Of Satan's Universal Prayer
Not now to sing IN sweet domestic strife,
That woman Teigns the angel Of our lhe
But 20 proclaim the wish with pious art
Which thrills through Brain's universal heart,
That on this brow, with native honors graced.
The Lsureate's chaPet should atlength be placed!
Fsar not We maids, who love to hear speak
Let responding tears bedim your cheek:
No gust OF envy, malicious scorn,
Hath this pure heart of mine, with phrenzy torn
Their very look disams the glance Of hate;
Their thoughts, more rich than emerald or gold
Euwrap them like the prophets mantlss fold
Fear not for me, think that this Outrage,
Blind though 1t be, yet hath no Arcllmage,
], who have bahed in bright Castalias tide,
BY clnssc Oxford, and more classic Clyde;
I, who have handled, m my lofty strain,
All things divine, and many things proiane;
l. who have trod where soraphs fear to tread;
J. who on mountain honey dew haye fed;
f. who undauntcd broke the mystic seal,
And left no page for prophets to reveal
T. who in shade pOTtoniiOus Dante threw
l. who have done what Milton dared not do
fear rival for the vacant throne.
Memorial thunder shall eclipse my own
Let dark Mocauluy chant his Roman lays,
Let Moncion Mines 90 muunder for the bays,
Let Simmons call on great NupoIean's AID,
Lot Lyuon Bulwor seek his Arsms aid
Lot homework ask for help from Peter Bell,
Let Compbcll carol Coponhagen's knoll,
Let Dota MARBLE through his Delphio grove
Let Elliot shout for pork and penny oayosi
care not, l-rcsoiycd 90 stand or fall,
One down, another on, III smash them oll
Back. We profano this hand alone hath power
To pluck che laurel from is sucred bower
This brow alone D. privileged 10 wear
The ancient wreath DER hyacinhinc hair
These lips slono may quail a sparkling wine'
And make its mortal juice once more divine.
Back, yo proiuno! And thou fair Queen nfIoicf,
nations praise shall consccruic thy choice.
Thus, thon knocl, where Spencer knet before
ON the Same spoi, pcrchanco Of Windsor's floor,
and take. while awc-struck millions round stand
The hnlowod wreath from great Nictoria's hand
Good, twaneing, sonorous lines. and quito odiyiug
ssnndnr brass 90 unklinr symbulsquite Had the auth
only lived In tho days Of Elkanah Settle ShadwoI,
might have rcd foil with them Tor the bays and not wit
out hope Of success. Drydcn's panogyrc Macfeckn
might have been written for him.
Other. 90 some faint meaning make pretcnce,
Bui Robert never doviaics into sense.
This wont do In these days Of Penny Magazines and
flmation for The People.
After ar fhis grandioqucnco something in lighter We
will not D. unacceptable Here graceful SET Of vors
i,y a. ontror ID Ials Rookh-a faint echo Of his cor
"Kiss be- ny passport b. heaven" style.
OH, WEEP FOR THE HOURS.
On, wocp iat he hours when the lulo blind boy
Long held me IN thral IN the Paphian bower,
When ! dipped my light wings IN the nectar Of joy,