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On as I strode with my huge strides,
Who bade you do't ?
The same! the same! Letters four do form his name. He let me loose, and cried Halloo ! To him alone the praise is due.
He let us loose, and cried Halloo !
Wisdom comes with lack of food.
gnaw the multitude, Till the
They shall tear him limb from limb!
O thankless beldames and untrue !
you can do
THE DEVIL'S THOUGHTS.
FROM his brimstone bed at break of day
A walking the Devil is gone,
And see how his stock goes on.
Over the hill and over the dale,
And he went over the plain, And backward and forward he switched his long
tail As a gentleman switches his cane.
And how then was the Devil drest ?
He saw a Lawyer killing a viper
On a dunghill hard by his own stable ;
Of Cain and his brother Abel.
He saw an Apothecary on a white horse
Ride by on his vocations ;
Death in the Revelations.
He saw a cottage with a double coach-house,
A cottage of gentility;
Is pride that apes humility.
He peeped into a rich bookseller's shop,
Quoth he, “ We are both of one college! For I sate myself, like a cormorant, once
Hard by the tree of knowledge.” *
* And all amid them stood the tree of life
High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit
So clomb this first grand thief-
Par. Lost, iv. The allegory here is so apt, that in a catalogue of various readings obtained from collating the MSS. one might expect to find it noted, that for “life” Cod. quid. habent, "trade.”' Though indeed the trade, i. e. the bibliopolic, called kar' Fóxnv, may be regarded as Life sensu eminentiori; a sug
Down the river did glide, with wind and with tide,
A pig'with vast celerity ; And the Devil look'd wise as he saw how the
while, It cut its own throat. “ There !” quoth he with a
smile, “Goes England's commercial prosperity."
As he went through Cold-Bath Fields he saw
A solitary cell;
him a hint For improving his prisons in Hell.
gestion, which I owe to a young retailer in the hosiery line, who on hearing a description of the net profits, dinner parties, country houses, &c. of the trade, exclaimed, “Ay! that's what I call Life now!”—This “Life, our Death,” is thus happily contrasted with the fruits of authorship-Sic nos non nobis mellificamus apes.
Of this poem, which with the Fire, Famine, and Slaughter, first appeared in the Morning Post, the 1st, 2d, 3d, 9th, and 16th stanzas were dictated by Mr. Southey. See Apologetic Preface. If any one should ask who General
meant, the Author begs leave to inform him, that he did once see a red-faced person in a dream whom by the dress he took for a General; but he might have been mistaken, and most certainly he did not hear any names mentioned. In simple verity, the author never meant any one, or indeed any thing but to put a concluding stanza to his doggerel.