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Baotian Cottle, rich Bristowa's boast,
Imports old stories from the Cambrian coast,
Lines forty-thousand, Cantos twenty-five!
If Commerce fills the purse she clogs the brain,
And Amos COTTLE strikes the Lyre in vain. 390
Oh! Amos Cottle! for a moment think
What meagre profits spring from pen and ink!
When thus devoted to poetic dreams,
Who will peruse thy prostituted reams :
Oh! pen perverted ! paper misapplied !
Bent o'er the desk, or, born to useful toils,
As Sisyphus against the infernal steep Rolls the huge rock, whose motions ne'er may sleep,
So up thy hill, ambrosial Richmond! heaves
Dull MAURicet all his granite weight of leaves :
* Mr. COTTLE, Amos, or Joseph, I don't know which, but one or both, once sellers of books, they did not write, and now writers of books that do not sell, have published a pair of Epics. “Alfred" (poor Alfred ! Pys has been at him too!) “ Alfred” and the “ fall of Cambria.”
+ Mr. MAURICE hath manufactured the component parts of a ponderous quarto, upon the beauties of “ Richmond Hill," and the like:it also takes in a charming view of Turnham Green, Hammersmith, Brentford, Old and New, and the parts adjacent.
Smooth, solid monuments of mental pain !
With broken lyrc and cheek serténely pale, Lo! sad ALCÆUs wanders down the vale ! Though fair they rose, and might have bloomed at
His hopes have perished by the northern blast :
* Poor MONTGOMERY! though praised by every English Review, baş been bitterly reviled by the EDINBURGH. After all, the Bard of Sheffield is a man of considerable genius : his “ Wanderer of Switzerland” is worth a thousand “ Lyrical Ballads,” and at least fifty “Degraded Epics."
Yet, say !why should the Bard, at once, resign 420
His claim to favour from the sacred Nine ?
For ever startled by the mingled howl
A coward brood which mangle as they prey,
By hellish instinct, all that cross their way:
Why do the injured unresisting yield
The calm possession of their native field ?
Health to immortal Jeffrey ! once, in name,
England could boast a judge almost thc same :
In soul so like, so merciful, yet just,
* ARTHUR's seat; the hill which overhangs Edinburgh.
With hand less mighty, but with heart as black,
With voice as willing to decree the rack;
As yet hath taught him is to find a flaw.
Since well instructed in the patriot school
To rail at party, though a party tool,
Who knows? if chance his patrons should restore
Back to the sway they forfeited before,
His scribbling toils some recompencc may mect,
And raise this Daniel to the Judgment Seat.
Let Jeffries' shade indulge the pious hope, And grceting thus, present him with a rope; 66 Heir to my virtues! man of equal mind!
66 Skilled to condemn as to traduce mankind,
This cord receive! for thee resery'd with care,
“ To wield in judgment, and at length to wear.”