ENGLISH MELODIES. No. III. WE this day offer to the Public an imitation, by Mr. DUDLEY NORTH,* of one of Mr. MOORE's most celebrated Melodies. Mr. NORTH (to whom even political prejudice cannot deny true wit and refined taste) felt that it would be presumptuous to attempt to rival the sweetness of expression and tenderness of thought which flow through this delightful song; he has therefore substituted for the vows of a lover the paternal remonstrance of a wise old politician to a giddy young one. It is however unlucky that, of advice, as of religion, it may be said, that those who happen to be most in want of it, are, of all men, the least capable of understanding it. * Dudley North, Esq. M. P. for Richmond. Mr. North has the reputation of being a very agreeable companion, but his name seldom if ever appears in the debates of the House. In one point we venture to believe that Mr. NORTH is at least equal to his model; as the introduction of his talented* and venerable friend Mr. a PONSONBY, instead of the Sun-flower, is surely glorious emendation," as Doctor JOHNSON says, "which places the copyist almost on a level with the original author." * Talented, an Irish expression, equivalent to the English word clever. SONG. BY T. M. ESQ. I. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms Like fairy-gifts, fading away! Thou would'st still be ador'd, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart II. It is not, while beauty and youth are thine own, That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known, As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turn'd when he rose. IMITATED. TO P. M, M. P. I. Believe me, when all those ridiculous airs, Which you practise so pretty to-day, Shall vanish by age, and thy well twisted hairs, Thou wilt still be a goose, as a goose thou hast been, (Tho' a fop and a fribble no more) And the world which has laugh'd at the fool of eighteen Will laugh at the fool of three-score. II. 'Tis not, while you wear a short coat of light brown, Tight breeches and neckcloth so full That the absolute blank of a mind can be shown, Oh! the fool, who is truly so, never forgets, AS PONSONBY leaves the debate, when he sets, ENGLISH MELODIES. No. IV. THE Hebrew Melody, which is the present object of our imitation, is perhaps the least valuable of Lord Byron's, and our copy will not, we hope, be found at all inferior to the original. We are not at liberty to state by whom it is written, nor are we informed to whom it was addressed. We are, indeed, inclined, from the internal evidence of the lines themselves, to suppose that they are addressed to a mere imaginary being, and that the poet has amused himself by collecting incongruities, merely to create perplexity; for how can a rat be the son of a Lord? it is a physical impossibility and how can the son of a Lord be a dealer in hats? it is a moral absurdity!-How can a person 66 who is, by law, "Right Honourable," be an apos |