As for puffing, that first of all lit'rary boons, As In this respect, nought could more prosp'rous befal; my friend (for no less this kind imp can I call) Knows the whole world of critics, dear,-hypers and all. I suspect, indeed, he himself dabbles in rhyme, As I've heard uncle Bob say, 'twas known among That the Dev'l on Two Sticks was a dev'l at Acrostics. But hark! there's the Magnet just dash'd in from Town How my heart, Kitty, beats! I shall surely drop down. That awful Court Journal, Gazette, Athenæum, Five o'clock. All's delightful-such praises! I really fear That this poor little head will turn giddy, my dear. I've but time now to send you two exquisite scraps,— All the rest by the Magnet, on Monday, perhaps. 66 FROM THE MORNING POST." "Tis known that a certain distinguished physician Prescribes, for dyspepsia, a course of light reading; And Rhymes by young Ladies, the first, fresh edition, (Ere critics have injur'd their powers of nutrition,) Are he thinks, for weak stomachs, the best sort of feeding. Satires irritate-love-songs are found calorific; Among works of this kind, the most pleasing we know, With a hand so judicious, we've no hesitation To say that 'bove all, for the young generation,— 'Tis an elegant, soothing and safe preparation. Nota bene-for readers, whose object's to sleep, 66 ANECDOTE-FROM THE COURT JOURNAL.' T'other night, at the Countess of ***' 's rout, at the Council, that day, Had, more than once, jump'd from his seat, like a rocket, And flown to a corner, where, heedless, they say, How the country's resources were squandered away, He kept reading some papers he'd brought in his pocket. Some thought them dispatches from Spain, or the Turk, Others swore they brought word we had lost the Mauritius; But it turned out 'twas only Miss Fudge's new work, Which his Lordship devour'd with such zeal ex peditious. Messrs. Simkins and Co. to avoid all delay Having sent it in sheets, that his Lordship might say, He had distanced the whole reading world, by a day! LETTER VIII. FROM BOB FUDGE, ESQ., TO THE REV. MORTIMER O'MULLIGAN. Tuesday Evening. I much regret, dear Reverend Sir, I could not come to *** to meet you; Ev'n now I but by proxy greet you; Most other scourges of disease Reduce men to extremities, But gout won't leave one even these. From all my sister writes, I see That you and I will quite agree. |