All this I own—but still[[52]] * * * * *
All is not in this high-wrought strain, which we like as well as the War Eclogues of Tyrtæus, or the Birth-day Odes (which seem also to have broke off in the middle) of Mr. Southey. Mr. Thomas Brown the Younger, is a man of humanity, as Mr. Southey formerly was: he is also a man of wit, which Mr. Southey is not. For instance, Miss Biddy Fudge, in her first letter, writes as follows:—
By the bye though at Calais, Papa had a touch
Of romance on the pier, which affected me much.
At the sight of that spot, where our darling Dixhuit,
Set the first of his own dear legitimate feet.[[53]]
(Modell’d out so exactly, and—God bless the mark!
’Tis a foot, Dolly, worthy so Grand a Monarque)
He exclaim’d, ‘Oh mon Roi!’ and, with tear-dropping eye,