XXXVIII.
THE RUSSELL MELODIES.
NO. II.
ODE ON THE PASSING OF THE REFORM
BILL.
“We are happy to learn that our commencement of this series of
papers has delighted, in no ordinary degree, the friends of the noble
poet, to whose effusions we thus give a circulation which his own amiable
diffidence would have denied them. “Oh snatched away,” has already been
set to music by a distinguished amateur composer; and a certain secretary
of State, residing not twenty miles from Carlton Gardens, has been
heard to say that the Russell Melodies deserve a second reading much
better than the Russell Bills. Encouraged by these circumstances, we
present to our readers a second selection from the MSS. entrusted to us,
a selection made, of course, in compliment to the not unnatural preference
of the illustrious author, since it cannot be expected that we should
sympathize in the exultation he expresses upon the event which is his
theme.”
'Tis done! I have finished my monument now;
What tidings of transport for Sutton and Bernal!
Take the brass—all the brass—of the chancellor's brow,
You won't build a monument half so eternal.
'Tis as tall as a pyramid—wonderful edifice—
Though it threatens the stars—(see the book of Belzoni);
'Tis as tall as Lord Grey, though that classical head of his
Brushes down a nice star, now and then, for a crony.
It shall last, for the weal and the strength of the nation,
Unharmed by the changes of destiny's weather;
No flight of the times shall impair its foundation,
While Hume and the tides go on moving together.
And me, its wise author, the world shall remember,
As long as a talkative mayor shall preside
At Guildhall, o'er the turtle and toasts, in November,
With a mute Lady Mayoress perched by his side.
Of me they shall say on the banks of the Tweed,
Of me they shall say on the banks of the Shannon,
“Lord John, whom we used to think little indeed,
But who grew a great man by the help of Dun cannon,
“To his praise be it told, was the first to bring over
A new and original French Constitution,
Importing the treasure from Calais to Dover
On board of His Majesty's ship Revolution.”
Oh crown me, Melpomene, nymph of sad numbers!
Though over my play, if you ever begin it,
You slumber as sound as the President slumbers
At the Board of Control, o'er an eloquent minute,
Yet crown me with laurel; to-night at Old Drury
You may look at a case like my own, if you will;
The play is but so-so; yet let me assure ye,
You'll find some magnificent things in the Bill!