the _momentum_
to national actors. Quite the prattle of age and outlived
importance. Truth and sincerity staring out upon you perpetually
_in alto relievo_. Himself a party-man, he makes you a
party-man. None of the cursed philosophical Humeian
indifference, 'so cold and unnatural and inhuman.' None of the
cursed Gibbonian fine writing, so fine and composite. None of
Dr. Robertson's periods with three members. None of Mr. Roscoe's
sage remarks, all so apposite and coming in so clever, lest the
reader should have had the trouble of drawing an inference.
Burnet's good old prattle I can bring present to my mind; I can
make the Revolution present to me."--_Charles Lamb: Letters_.

GUSTAVE MASSON.

Hadley, near Barnet.

_Bishop Burnet_.--An Epigram on the Reverend Mr. Lawrence Eachard's and
Bishop Gilbert Burnet's Histories. By MR. MATTHEW GREEN, of the
Custom-House.

"Gil's History appears to me
Political anatomy,
A case of skeletons well done,
And malefactors every one.
His sharp and strong incision pen,
Historically cuts up men,
And does with lucid skill impart
Their inward ails of head and heart.
Lawrence proceeds another way,
And well-dressed figures does display:
His characters are all in flesh,
Their hands are fair, their faces fresh;
And from his sweet'ning art derive
A better scent than when alive;
He wax-work made to please the sons,
Whose fathers were Gil's skeletons."

From a _Collection of Poems by several hands_. London: Dodsley, 1748.

J.W.H.

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EPIGRAMS FROM BUCHANAN.

A beautiful nymph wish'd Narcissus to pet her;
But he saw in the fountain one _he_ loved much better.
Thou hast look'd in his mirror and loved; but they tell us
No rival will tease thee, so never be jealous.

J.O.W.H.

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There's a lie on thy cheek in its roses,
A lie echo'd back by thy glass,
Thy necklace on greenhorns imposes,
And the ring on thy finger is brass.
Yet thy tongue, I affirm, without giving an inch back,
Outdates the sham jewels, rouge, mirror and pinchbeck.

J.O.W.H.

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MISTAKES ABOUT GEORGE CHAPMAN THE POET.

Dr. W. Cooke Taylor, in the introduction to his elegant reprint of
_Chapman's Homer_, says of George Chapman, that "he died on the 12th of
May, 1655, and was buried a