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self to MassiNGER, and in the absence of the regular physician, a country practitioner may, in cuses of absolute necessity, be allowed to prescribe his nostrum to prevent the extension of so deplorable an epidemic, provided there be no quackery in his treatment of the malady. A caustic is here offered, as it is to be feared nothing short of actual cautery can recover the numerous patients afflicted with the present prevalent and distressing rabies for rhyming.--As to the Edinburgh Reviewers; it would, indeed, require a Hercules to crush the Hydra; but if the Author succeeds in merely " bruising one of the heads of the serpent," though his own hand should suffer in the encounter, he will be amply satisfied.




Still must I hear? shall hoarse *FitzgerALD

His creaking couplets in a tavern hall,
And I not sing, lest, haply, Scotch Reviews
Should dub me scribbler, and denouncemy Muse?


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“ Semper ego auditor tantum ? nunquamne reponam • Vexatus toties rauci Theseide Codri ?

JUVENAL, SATIRE 1. Mr. FITZGERALD, facetiously termed by COBBETT the " Sinall Beer Poet," inflicts his annual tribute of verse on the “ Literary Fund;" not content with writing, he spouts in person after the company have imbibed a reasonable quantity of bad port, to enable them to sustain the operation.


Prepare for rbyme--I'll publish, right or wrong: Fools are my theme, let Satire be my song.


Oh! Nature's noblest gift--my grey goose

quill! Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will, Torn from thy parent bird to form a pen, That mighty instrument of little men ! The pen ! foredoomed to aid the mental throes Of brains that labour, big with Verse or Prose, Though Nymphs forsake, and Critics


deride The Lover's solace, and the Author's pride. What Wits ! what Poets dost thou daily raise ! How frequent is thy use, how small thy praise ! Condemned at length to be forgotten quite, With all the pages which 'twas thine to write. But thou, at least, mine own especial pen! Once laid aside but now assumed again,


Our task complete, like Hamet's* shall be free ;
Tho' spurned by others, yet beloved by me:
Then let us soar to-day, no common theme,
No Eastern vision, no distempered dream
Įnspires-our path, though full of thorns, is plain ;
Smooth be the verse, and easy be the strain.


When Vice triumphant holds hersov'reign sway,

bbey'd by all who nouuht lite obey And men through life her willing slaves obey; When folly, frequent harbinger of crime,

Bedecks per cop urith Leells it were çlime; Unfolds her motley store to suit the time; When Knaves and Fools combined o'er all prevail,

golden When

Justice halts, and Right begins to fail, E’en then the boldeșt start from public sneers, Afraid of Shame, unknown to other fears,

* Cım Hamer BenEngBLI promises repose to his pen

in the last chapter of Don Quixote. Oh! that our voluminous gentry would follow the example of Cup WAMET BENENGELI.


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