[Footnote 16:  See vol. i, p. 203.—­W.  E. B.]

[Footnote 27:  Fragments of stone.]

[Footnote 28:  Virg., “Aeneidos,” lib. vi.]

[Footnote 29:  “Cynthius aurem Vellit et admonuit.”—­VIRG., Ecloga vi, 3.]

[Footnote 30:  “Post mediam noctem visus, cum somnia vera.”—­HOR., Sat, I, x, 33.]

[Footnote 31:  In the bottle to make butter.]

[Footnote 32:  The quantity of ale or beer brewed at one time.]

[Footnote 33:  Mrs. Dixon, the housekeeper.]

[Footnote 34:  “Hac tibi erunt artes.”—­VIRG., Aen., vi, 852.]

[Footnote 35:  A very stupid, insolent, factious, deformed, conceited person; a vile pretender to poetry, preferred by the Duke of Grafton for his wit.]

TWELVE ARTICLES[1]

I
LEST it may more quarrels breed,
I will never hear you read.

II
By disputing, I will never,
To convince you once endeavour.

III
When a paradox you stick to,
I will never contradict you.

IV
When I talk and you are heedless,
I will show no anger needless.

V
When your speeches are absurd,
I will ne’er object a word.

VI
When you furious argue wrong,
I will grieve and hold my tongue.

VII
Not a jest or humorous story
Will I ever tell before ye: 
To be chidden for explaining,
When you quite mistake the meaning.

VIII
Never more will I suppose,
You can taste my verse or prose.

IX
You no more at me shall fret,
While I teach and you forget.

X
You shall never hear me thunder,
When you blunder on, and blunder.

XI
Show your poverty of spirit,
And in dress place all your merit;
Give yourself ten thousand airs: 
That with me shall break no squares.[2]

XII
Never will I give advice,
Till you please to ask me thrice: 
Which if you in scorn reject,
’Twill be just as I expect.

  Thus we both shall have our ends,
  And continue special friends.

[Footnote 1:  Addressed to Lady Acheson.—­W.  E. B.]

[Footnote 2:  That is, will do no harm—­we shall not disagree. 
  “At Blank-Blank Square;—­for we will break no squares
    By naming streets.”
Don Juan, Canto XIII, st. xxv. 
See Mr. Coleridge’s note on this; Byron’s Works, edit. 1903.—­W.  E. B.]

POLITICAL POETRY

PARODY

ON THE RECORDER OF BLESSINGTON’S ADDRESS TO QUEEN ANNE

Mr. William Crowe, Recorder of Blessington’s Address to her Majesty, as copied from the London Gazette.

To the Queen’s most Excellent Majesty,

The humble Address of the Sovereign, Recorder, Burgesses, and Freemen, of the Borough of Blessington.