Glory to God! Deliverance to mankind!’
In various stanzas, Bonaparte is called an upstart, a ruffian, &c. We confess, we wish to see Mr. Southey, like Virgil, in his Georgics, ‘scatter his dung with a grace.’
We do not intend to quarrel with our Laureat’s poetical politics, but the conclusion is one which we did not anticipate from the author. We have always understood that the Muses were the daughters of Memory!
‘And France, restored and shaking off her chain,
Shall join the Avengers in the joyful strain—
Glory to God! Deliverance for mankind!’
The poem has a few notes added to it, the object of which seems to be to criticise the political opinions of the Edinburgh Reviewers with respect to Spain, and to prove that the author is wiser after the event than they were before it, in which he has very nearly succeeded.
Mr. Southey announces a new volume of Inscriptions, which must furnish some curious parallelisms.
DOTTREL-CATCHING
TO THE EDITOR OF THE MORNING CHRONICLE