DIARY OF THOMAS MOORE. 1845. OF THE LIBRAR UNIVERSITY CALIFORNI JANUARY, 1st to 3rd. A most unexpected and wel- The following verses appeared a few days since in the "Chronicle," and are from the pen (if I recollect her initials rightly) of my clever friend, Miss Costello. TO THE POET. "They are gone to the skies, they abandon the earth To the seraphs, their kindred, our minstrels are flown ; "There are many whose numbers are graceful and fair, With the jewels of old simple sparkles like these. "But let the great Master once waken the lay, Once rouse from the sleep that has held him too long, They shall all be o'erwhelm'd in his torrent of song. "One lay of his country, all passion and tears, One wail of her grief, or despair, or disdain, "Bid the minstrel awaken, and charm us, as when We knew from his verse what the spells were of yore; What darkness enshrouds thee ?-return to us, Moore. "L. S. C." Lady Elizabeth Fielding, in sending me these verses, which she had cut out of the newspaper, says, "See how the public call upon you, and you go on treating them with silent contempt. Shame, shame!" Copy of a note from Mrs. Sydney Smith to Longman, July 7th, 1845, in reference to a letter I had written to him, expressing my fears that we should not be able to raise such a monument to Sydney as would be worthy of the man and his fame. This Longman sent to Mrs. Smith, and the following was her answer: "My dear Sir, I honour Mr. Moore more than I can express for the contents of this note. That he should think more of the fame of his lamented friend, and make his own advantage a secondary and subordinate consideration, shows him to be indeed worthy of the distinction conferred on him by the genuine regard and affection of one of the best of men. He alone must decide whether our materials be of such a kind as will justify his perseverance," &c. &c. The following epigram, which has just fallen into my * Sydney Smith died in 1845. Mrs. Sydney Smith died in 1852. hands, must have been written as far back as the project set on foot for making me member for Limerick : From verses sent me by one of my foreign correspond "Alma dal ciel divisa Fugge invano alla sorte, Finchè non torna al ciel : Dov' ha l' eterno amore; Here is a good House of Commons' scene. In the Irish House of Commons one night, a blustering orator having triumphantly, as he thought, exclaimed, "I am the guardian of my own honour," Sir Boyle Roche quietly settled the orator by saying, "I wish the honourable gentleman joy on his sinecure appointment." Here is another House of Commons scene: Government side: "Mr. Speaker, have we laws or have we not laws? If we have laws, to what purpose were those laws made unless they are obeyed ?” Opposition side: "Mr. Speaker, did that gentleman speak to the purpose or not to the purpose, and if he did not speak to the purpose, to what purpose did he speak?" |