Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin: Comprising the Celebrated Political and Satirical Poems, of the Rt. Hons. G. Canning, John Hookham Frere, W. Pitt, the Marquis Wellesley, G. Ellis, W. Gifford, the Earl of Carlisle, and Others.
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Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin: Comprising the Celebrated Political and Satirical Poems, of the Rt. Hons. G. Canning, John Hookham Frere, W. Pitt, the Marquis Wellesley, G. Ellis, W. Gifford, the Earl of Carlisle, and Others.
English poetry; France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Poetry; Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1789-1820
We cannot take leave of the subject without remarking what a fine
contrast and companion the vessel and cargo described in the following
poem affords [_sic_] to the “NAVIS STULTIFERA,” the “SHIPPE OF FOOLES”
of the celebrated BARCLAY; and we cannot forbear hoping that the
_Argenis_ of an author of the same name may furnish a hint for an
account of this stupendous Expedition in a learned language, from the
only pen which in modern days is capable of writing Latin with a purity
and elegance worthy of so exalted a theme, and that the author of a
classical _preface_[294] may become the writer of a no less celebrated
voyage.
TRANSLATION OF A LETTER,
(IN ORIENTAL CHARACTERS)
FROM BAWBA-DARA-ADUL-PHOOLA,[295]
DRAGOMAN TO THE EXPEDITION,
TO NEEK-AWL-ARETCHID-KOOEZ,
SECRETARY TO THE TUNISIAN EMBASSY.
DEAR NEEK-AWL,
You’ll rejoice, that at length I am able,
To date these few lines from the captain’s own table.
Mr. Truman himself, of his proper suggestion,
Has in favour of science decided the question;
So we walk the main-deck, and are mess’d with the captain,
I leave you to judge of the joys we are wrapt in.
At Spithead they embark’d us, how precious a cargo!
And we sail’d before day to escape the embargo.
There was SHUCKBOROUGH,[296] the wonderful mathematician;
And DARWIN, the poet, the sage, and physician;
There was BEDDOES, and BRUIN, and GODWIN, whose trust is,
He may part with his work on _Political Justice_
To some Iman or Bonze, or Judaical Rabbin;
So with huge quarto volumes he piles up the cabin.
There was great DR. PARR whom we style _Bellendenus_,
The Doctor and I have a hammock between us.
’Tis a little unpleasant thus crowding together,
On account of the motion and heat of the weather;
_Two_ souls in one berth they oblige us to cram,
And Sir John[297] _will_ insist on a place for his ram.
Though the Doctor, I find, is determined to think
’Tis the animal’s hide that occasions the stink;
In spite of th’ experienced opinion of Truman,
Who contends that the scent is exclusively human.
But BEDDOES and DARWIN engage to repair
This slight inconvenience with _oxygen_ air.
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