What pleasant, strange airs, have they jointly rung!”
These are specimens of Moore’s rogueries; and now having heard them, will you not agree with me in the propriety of addressing him with the same compliment which Homer pays to Mercury.—
“Immortal honour awaits thee, oh, Thomas Little! for thou shalt be known to all posterity as the chief of thieves.”
LORD BYRON.
On [page 197] was inserted “The Enigma on the letter H,” with several parodies on it. This poem has been generally ascribed to Lord Byron, but from correspondence recently published in “Notes and Queries” there seems little doubt but that it was written by Miss Catherine Fanshawe. The following imitation of it appeared in The Gownsman (Cambridge) November 1830.
A Riddle.
I was fashion’d by nature, and formed in the sun,
And I’ve followed him since in the race he has run;
Not a country he warms but I’ve wandered it through,