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1084 THE ? LE A D E R . [ No . 294 , Saturday , ^ 1
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And the spray dashed o ' er the funnel ? , And down the deck in runnels ; And the rushing water soaks all , From the seaman in the fo'ksal , To the stokers whose black faces Peer ont of their bed-place 3 ; And the captain he was bawling , And the sailors pulling , hauling , And the quarter-deck tarpauling Was shivered in the squalling ; And the passengers awaken , Most pitifully shaken ; And the steward jumps up , and hastens For the necessary basins . Then the Greeks they groaned and quivered , * And they knelt , and moaned , and shivered , As the plunging waters met them , And splashed and overset them ; And they call in their emergence Upon countless saints and virgins ; And their marrowbones are bended , And they think the world is ended . . . * .: ;• ~^ l _* . ¦* * * Then all fib © fLeaa in Jewry Jumped np and bit like fury ; And the progeny of Jacob Did on the main-deck wake up CE wot those greasy Rabbins Would never pay for cabins ) ; And each man moaned and jabbered in His filthy Jewish gaberdine , In woe and lamentation , And howling consternation . And the splashing water drenches Their dirty brats and wenches ; And they crawl from bales and benches , In a hundred thousand stenches . And as the storm abates , we have this little touch , so characteristic of the writer : — ' And when , its force expended . The harmless storm was ended , And , as the sunrise splendid Came blushing o'er the sea ; I thought , as day was breaking , My little girls were waking , And smiling , and making A prayer at home for me . Always great when Irisbmen are his theme ( who can forget the Mulligan , or Costigan ?) Thackeray ' s Irish in his Irish ballads is only surpassed by the impossible spelling of his Pleaceman X . Read this on THE CKYSTAL PAIiACE . Wrmganialfoire Her subjects pours - Thranafuse me loyre , From distant shores , Ye sacred nymphths of Pindus , Her Injians and Canajians ; The whoile I sing And also we , tk 5 wondthrons thing , Her kingdoms three , J . Ae Palace made o' windows ! Attind with our allagiance . Say , Paxton , truth , Here come likewise Xnou wondthrous youth , Her bould allies , ™ l 8 throke of art celistial , Both Asian and Europian What power was lint From East and West ' tw- t 0 ' nvint They sent their best xnis combineetion cristial . To fill her Coornocopean SjTrJS . befo 10 I seen ( thank Grace !) J . hat Ihomas Moore This wondthrous place Likewoise the late Lord Boyron , ( His Noble Honour Misteer ™ £ ™ ^? les 8 tliron e H . Cole it was Of Godlike song , That gave the pass Cant oi on that cast oiron ! And let me see -what is there ) . - . And saw thim walls , "With conscious proido And glittering halls , I stud insoide Ttam rising slendther columns , And look'd the World ' s Great Fair in , Which I , poor pote , Until me sight Could not denote , Was dazzled quite , No , not in twinty vollums . And couldn't see for staring . My Muse ' s words There ' s holy saints Is like the birds And window paints , That roosta beneath the panes there ; By Maydiay val Pugin ; Her -winga she spoils Alhamborough Jones Gainst them bright tiles , Did paint the tones And cracks her silly brains thore . Of yellow and gnmbougo in . This Palace tall , There ' s fountains there _™ Cristial Hall , And crosses fair j Whloh Imperora might covot , There ' s water-gods with urrna : Stands in High Park There's organs three , Like Noah ' sArk To play ) d ? ye qec A . rainbow bint above it . « t God sav 0 the Queen , ' * by turna . The towcra and fanea , Tliore's Statues bright In other scaynes , ' Of marble whito The fame of this will undo , Of eilver and of copper Saint Paul ' s big doom , And some in sink , Saint Partner's Room , And some , I think , And Dublin's proud Kotundo , That isn ' t over proper . 'Tia hero that roams , There ' s utaym Ingynes , As well becomes That stand in lines Her dlgniteo and stations , Enormous and Amazing , Victoria Great , , That squeal mhJ snort And houlda in state Like whales in sport , The Congress of the Nations . Or elephants a-grazing , k .
There ' s carts and gigs , There ' s German flutes , I And pins for pigs , - Marocky boots , I There ' s dibblers and there ' s harrows , And Naples Macaronies ; 1 And ploughs like toys , Bohaymia | For little boys , Has sent Bohay ; | And ilegant wheel-barrows . Polonia her polonies . | Por them genteels There ' s granite flints I Who ride on wheels , That s quite imminse , % There ' s plenty to indulge ' em ; There ' s sacks of coals anil fuels , i | There ' s Drosky ' s snug ' There's swords and guii 3 , | From Paytersbug , And soap in tuns , gf And vayhycles from Belgium . And Ginger-bread and Jewels . p | There ' s Cabs on Stands There's taypots there , i And Shandthry danns ; And cannons rare ; 1 There ' s Waggons from New Yock here ; There ' s coffins filled with roses ; | There ' s Lapland Sleighs , There ' s canvass tints , Jg Have cross'd the seas , Teeth insthrumeuts , || And Jaunting Cars from Cork here . And shuits of clothes by Moses . m Amazed I pass There ' s lashins more From glass to glass , Of things in store , Deloighted I survey ' em ; But thim I don ' t renumber ; Fresh wondthers grows Nor coidd disclose Before me nose Did I compose In this sublime Musayum ! From May time to November . Look , here ' s a fan Ah , Judy thru ! From far Japan , With eyes so blue , A sabre from Damasco ; That you were here to view it ! There ' s shawls ye get And could I screw From far Thibet , . But tu pound tu And cotton prints from Glasgow . 'Tis I would tbrait you to it ! So let us raise Victoria ' s praise , And Albert's proud condition , That takes his ayse As he surveys This Crystal Exhibition . We have given the reader a taste of the verse . Of the prose little nee be said . The Book of Snobs wil 1 remain among his best writings : such a prodigality of observation , satire , and humour ; such a keen eye for eliaraeter and characteristic has Mr . Snob , th it although we have read his sketches four times , we are ready at any moment to go through them auain . The Tremendous Adventures of Major Gahagan , \ s an eai'ly effort . The satire is good , but the idea is too prolonged . A single chapter would have sufficed to paint such a character ; repetition wearies , without adding any additional traits . The Fatal Boots is also a mild performance ; in it , and in Cox's Diary , we see the young writer who has not yet acquired full masteiy of his powers , but who has already found his true sphere On the whole , however , tlm is a rare six shillings worth of entertainment ; and eyes not yet dry from the " Newcomes , " will turn with some eagerness to these " Miscellanies . "
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A NEW NOVEL . Doctor Antonio . A tale by the author of " Lorenzo Benoni . " Constable & Co . Aix readers of the author ' s former work must have looked with curiosity and interest at the publisher ' s announcement of this book . " Lorenzo Benoni" had the rare merit , in these days of clap-tr-p and pretension , of achieving a legitimate success . It was not incessantly advertised with a long string of testimonials , like a quack medicine—Mr . Mudie's Library Lists did not announce , the clay after publication , that he had monopolised hundreds of copies of it—the book was left to make its way , ns it could , by its own merits ; and slowly and surely it won for itself a position and a name . An interesting story , strikingly adapted to develope the paralysing social workings of despotism in Italy , life-like characters , find a vivid , vigorous style , which , coming from an Englishman ' s pen , would have merited praise , $ but which , as a proof of the maste y obtained by a foreigner over our Ian- J guajre , deserved to be hailed as a real remarkable achievement— : > H coin- f $ bined to secure attention and admiration for " Lorenzo Benoni . " It was one ' ¦ ' / . of the few works which readers lay down with an earnest desire to hem from the author auain . ; In incident and dramatic interest , " Doctor Antonio " is hardly equal to v " Lorenzo Benoni ; " but in other respects the book is a decided advance on , J its predecessor . The simple story is sketched ' rather than told . The lovely m dnughter of a proud , prejudiced English baronet , breaks ner log in the over- H turning of a carriage , while she and her father are travelling along the . Cornice M Road between Nice and Genoa . * ' Doctor Antonio , " the , younij lvicul phy- ; - sician , is driving the same way , and arrives in time to set tin * broken limb t ;| and superintend the removal of the sufferer to the nearest restin / j ? place , ft ! , ' , ' rough Italian country inn . Hero tiio father and dnughter nro necessarily ' ' obliged to remain for somo time ; and the best part of the ; book is occupied « ,. with the little incidents of their sojourn . The watchful attention of tin ? j'oung ?•¦ doctor for his gentle , pretty patient , the gradual growing-up of an unox- ' pressed attachment between them , the prejudices and tni . spu ions ui the obstinate English baronet , imu their gradual removal by the daily exhibition of the doctor ' s anxiety for his patient ' s comfort , and by the nhnplo , hearty kindness of the people of tlie place , aro all set forth with the most perfect refinement of feeling , and the most genial truth to Nature . At 1 ml , tlio day y . comes when the young lady must leave her Italian friend .- , and lit-r gentle , | , ' careful doctor . " Lucy " and < k Doctor Antonio " part , inntiiu'tivily con- jf . scious of the feeling that has risen between them , though it hurt nevor been confessed in words on either side . Years afterwards tlioy meet ajufaiii , > mufr sadly altered circumstances ; and their modest love-story ends trn ^ ically i ° : < the time of the Italian revolution of 184 W . # r Such is a bare outline of the few incidents in this novel . Wo do i > " < - 6 | more , because wo will not spoil thp reader's interest in the . story ; but two great merit of the book , und the most signal proof of its advance beyond
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Leader (1850-1860), Nov. 10, 1855, page 1084, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse2.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2114/page/16/
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