Que les yeux noirs face devenir verds,
Qu'un brun obscur en blancheur clere tourne,
Ou qu'un traict gros du vissage destourne."
(Love is not so strange an enchanter that he can make black eyes become green, that he can turn a dark brown into clear whiteness, or that he can change a coarse feature of the face.)
Uneda.
Philadelphia.
Brydone the Tourist (Vol. ix., pp. 138. 255. 305.).—
"On lui a reproché d'avoir sacrifié la vérité au plaisir de raconter des choses piquantes."
In a work (I think) entitled A Tour in Sicily, the production of Captain Monson, uncle to the late Lord Monson, published about thirty years ago, I remember to have read a denial and, as far as I can remember, a refutation of a statement of Brydone, that he had seen a pyramid in the gardens or grounds of some dignitary in Sicily, composed of—chamber-pots! I was, when I read Mr. Monson's book (a work of some pretensions as it appeared to me), a youngster newly returned from foreign travel, and in daily intercourse with gentlemen of riper age than myself, and of attainments as travellers and otherwise which I could not pretend to; many of them were Italians, and I perfectly remember that by all, but especially by the latter, Brydone's book was treated as a book of apocrypha.
Traveller.