CHAPTER XIII. The Duchess's Fugitive Poetry-The Late Lord Morley-Borino the Brave -His Feats at Melton described in Verse by George Ellis-Short Notice of that Gentleman-The Duchess of Devonshire's Lines on a Bust of Charles James Fox-Her Verses from a Blind Man to his Wife-Death of her Grace-Anecdote of Lady Bessborough.— Visit to the Vault of the Cavendishes-Elizabeth, Duchess of Devonshire-Gibbon in Love-Sketch of her Grace's CharacterHer Patronage of Literature, and Antiquarian Researches. No doubt many other examples of Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire's, taste and acquirements exist in the domestic archives of Chatsworth; but though they were not accessible to me, I trust I have in some degree succeeded in my attempt to awaken the reader's interest in the lovely authoress of the fugitive poetry that I now transcribe from Brummell's album, and which, after diligent search, I have not discovered in print. The first piece gives ample evidence of her classical taste, and the richness and elegance of her imagination. "Here, in the bower of beauty, newly shorn, Let Fancy sit, and sing how Love was born ; On kisses fed, and silver drops of dew, Then arm'd his head with glittering sparks of fire, And tipp'd his shining arrows with desire. Hence joys arose upon the wings of wind, And Hope presents the lover always kind; And tender Pity softens into tears." The stanzas that follow are not so imaginative, but more natural, and on that account, more pleasing. "My cherish'd hope, my fondest dream, Still, dearest! rests on thee; A blank without thee all would seem, The place thy presence glads to seek And when I hear thee kindly speak, But should hard fate command it so, Unfelt by thee, my silent care Shall never claim relief; And still I'll wish thou may'st not share My solitary grief." In the next, the Duchess seems to have adopted the metre of Alonzo the Brave and the Fair Imogene, of M. G. Lewis. The hero of this ballad was Lord Morley, then Lord Boringdon, who was a strong supporter of Mr. Pitt, and when a young man, spoke frequently in the House of Lords. It is probably to these speeches that her Grace alludes, which no doubt found but little favour in the eyes of such an ardent Foxite as she was. Of the ladies that the youthful Lord Boringdon jilted, the author has no gossiping details to give; but of the one who jilted him the Peerage gives due information, and shows that these verses were written previously to the 24th of June, 1804, on which day he married the Lady Augusta Fane, second daughter of John, tenth Earl of Westmoreland; which marriage was dissolved in 1809, when her ladyship re-married the late Right Honourable Sir Arthur Paget. Lord Morley died on the 14th March 1840. BORINO THE BRAVE. "A baron so bold, and of parentage fair, Was riding beside the green sea; His vizor was up, and his forehead was bare, He slowly rode on, 'twas for exercise' sake, He mused on the speeches he'd made, and would make, Oh! from him let the barons of England beware How their loves and their palfreys they guide; Many women may love them, for whom they don't care, Many horses may stumble, unless they're aware, Or if loose in their stirrups they ride. A Bedlamite Duchess was bathing hard by, When she saw the young Paladin pass; He bewilder'd her brain, and he dazzled her eye, The baron was frighten'd, with reason and truth, He spoke not, he flew not, he only could scream, And lo! all this bustle, though strange it may seem, Was a very good story to tell. And now still at midnight, the supper just o'er, Her spirit he seems to behold; The story he told, though he told it before, For each night, as the clock strikes, he tells it once more, The following ballad is another quiz upon the same nobleman, for which reason I have placed it with the preceding one: it was written by George Ellis, another of Brummell's friends, and is in some measure a parody on Monk Lewis's ballad of Durandarte and Belerma : "Sad and fearful is the story It was written when Mr. Ellis was on a visit to his cousin, Baron Seaford. Seaford. Brooksby Hall is on the road from Melton to Leicester. 1 Quere, her Grace of Gordon? "Sad and fearful is the story Of the hunt in Leicestershire, On that fatal field of glory Met full many a dashing squire. There fell bold Borino, never Horse did such a baron bear, Thinking he could ride for ever, Mounted on so dun a mare. Scarlet spencer deck'd his shoulders, Huge his hat, to put his head in, Leaps he thought were quite delightful, Hedge and ditch, what'er might hap, Even gates were not too frightful, Leap he would,—and chose a gap. O'er the gap the dun mare vaulted, 'Although young I fall, believe me,' 'Comforts twain my griefs have lighten'd, Though your grooms have seen me down ; First I prove I was not frighten'd, Next, the spencer's not my own.' |