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MILES ANDREWS still his strength in couplets try,
Lord, rhymester, petit-maitre, pamphleteer* !
* The Earl of Carlisle has lately published an eighteen-penny pamphlet on the state of the Stage, and offers his plan for building a new theatre: it is to be hoped his Lordship will be permitted to bring forward any thing for the Stage, except his own tragedies,
So dull in youth, so drivelling in his age,
720 Yes! doff that covering where Morocco shines, And hang a calf-skin* on those recreant lines.
With you, ye Druids! rich in native lead,
Who daily scribble for your daily bread;
With you I war not: GIFFORD's heavy hand
Has crushed, without remorse, your numerous band,
* “ Doff that lion's hide
SHAK: KING Joun, Lord C.'s works, most resplendently bound, form a conspicuous ornament to his book-shelves :
- " The rest is all but leather and prunella.”
On “ all the Talents” vent your venal spleen,
Leave wondering comprehension far behindt.
* MELVILLE's Mantle, a parody on “ Elijah's Mantle,” a poem.
+ This lovely little Jessica, the daughter of the noted Jew K---, seems to be a follower of the Della Crusca School, and has published two volumes of very respectable absurdities in rhyme, as times go; besides sundry novels in the style of the first edition of the Monk
Though Bell has lost his nightingales and owls,
And Crusca's spirit, rising from the dead,
Revives in LAURA, Quiz, and X. Y. Z.*
When some brisk youth, the tenant of a stall, Employs a pen less pointed than his awl, Leaves his snug shop, forsakes his store of shoes, St. Crispin quits, and cobbles for the Muse, Heavens! how the vulgar stare ! how crowds applaud ! How ladies read! and Literati laud !
If chance some wicked wag should pass his jest,
'Tis sheer ill-nature ; don't the world know best? Genius must guide when wits admire the rhyme, And Capel Loffrt declares 'tis quite sublime.
* These are the signatures of various worthies who figure in the poetical departments of the newspapers.
+ CAPEL Lofft, Esq. the Mæcenas of shoemakers, and Prefacewriter-General to distressed versemen; a kind of gratis Accoucheur to those who wish to be delivered of rhyme, but do not know how to bring it forth.
Hear, then, ye happy sons of needless trade!
On Britain's sons and bless our genial Isle,
Let Poesy go forth, pervade the whole,
* See NATHANIEL BLOOMFIELD's ode, elegy, or whatever he or any one else chooses to call it, on the enclosure of “ Honington Green,”