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To him ev'n Satire's self must learn

To sink the’ Accuser-in the Pleader. Forgive a Muse who long hath dwelt

From ladies of her tribe too distant, Nor learnt how like thoughts never felt,

To things that never were existent.* She is not privileged to prose

Let finer bards aspire to weary us; Most humbly she resigns to those,

The misanthropic and mysterious.
And if she breathe a truth, at times,

She doth but rarely seek to quarrel ;
She strains the Reason through the Rhymes,

And weaves the smile into the moral.

A friend to Wisdom, not to Schools

Let Dreamers into sects enlist 'em ; For me-at times, if with the fools

'Tis not the folly of a system.t Be mine to hover round the heart,

To warn—to warm you by a word — And—while I mock the Leader's art,

To shun the livery of the Herd ! * A very clever Author of the day said to me once, speaking of the present character of poetical similies, that they had only one faultthat of comparing what one had never seen, to what one had never heard of.

+ “The most ingenious way of becoming foolish is by a system.”Shaftesbury, Advice to an Author.

BOOK THE FIRST.

CHAPTER I.

ARGUMENT.

The introduction of Mr. Fiam-Description of the personal attractions BOOK THE FIRST.

of that gentleman—The improper negligence of his lady—The birth of our heroes—The bustle it occasions—The hypocrisies of nameThe resignation of clergymen, &c.- Aristotle wrong—The danger the Twins incur-Their deliverance.

CHAPTER I.

IN Bancok,*--all the world must know

Bancok 's the Capital of Siam, There lived, not quite an age ago,

A gentleman whose name was Fiam. Of moderate sense and decent fortune, He ne'er had need his friends to importune : He asked them not to clothe or board him, And therefore all his friends adored him ! For Bancok is a place where you,

If rich, have love enough to sate you; But only ask them for a sous,

And, Gad! how bitterly they hate you !

• Or Bangkok.

Our Fiam was a handsome fellow,
His nose was flat, his skin was yellow;
Tho’ black his locks, with truth you

'd swear
His teeth were blacker than his hair ;
He might have seemed Apollo's grandson,
And borne the bell from Colonel Ans-n.

But, spite of this surpassing beauty,
His wife had quite forgot her duty;
And, (tho' 'twas twenty years ago,

Since marriage first had joined the pair,) She ne'er had managed to bestow

Upon this charming spouse an heir. Now this neglect was aught but proper, And half her friends began to drop her.

At length (it was one Van-a-thed, *)
Our dame was fairly brought to bed ;
And—better day the better deed-

To’ atone for all her former sins,
To Fiam she to-day decreed

The kind gratuity of twins.

So far, so good ! the Siam nation
Is somewhat thin of population ;
And (there, as here, two sects are clamorous,
The Economic and the Amorous,)

* Sunday:

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