The gaping world is fed by us, Pull up, my boys, turn quick the rounce And who shall more gentility cut Yet sometimes we who press so much Glasgow. TO BOCCACIO IN HEAVEN, A PARODY. To Boccacio in Heaven, as he chatted one day, Says he, Well I ween When these fellows convene, My laurels look fresher, more lively their green ; But since they of me as their origin boast, I shall storm, like King Herode,' as drawn by Ihan Unless, as their first Anniversary toast, [Parfre; They drink in a bumper, my printer Valdarfer;' Quoth Wynken de Worde: "Twill be vastly absurd, Unless Caxton's their second, and I am their third; Then the whole will go smoothly, unchecked by a rub, And we all shall be pleased at the ROXBURGHE Club. Let the poor plodding pedant our revels despise, Why, to eat and to drink, and to laugh and to joke: From France or the Rhine, Old friends, and old books, at our wassail combine; That our social enjoyment of rational mirth, Is an evening well spent, e'en a cynic might own; He would soften his manners, and alter his tone : He contemned, and his State; But on D**** I'm sure he would civilly wait; But it is not alone, that good-humour'd and hearty, That for ever shall claim The loftiest place in the Temple of Fame; [drub, And MARLBOROUGH, who France could, like Wellington, June 17, 1817. From your humble Servant, A MEMBER.* Sir Alexander Boswell, bart., who was killed in a duel by Mr. Stuart, April 26, 1822. The cause of quarrel was a libel which had appeared in the Edinburgh Beacon, written by Sir Alexander. CROSS READINGS. (REC.) If you ever should be In a state of ennui, Just listen to me, And without any fee I'll give you a hint how to set yourself free. (INTER ARIA DEMI LOQUI.) Here's the Times, apropos, With your patience, I'll show What I mean, by perusing a passage or two. (ARIA.) "Hem! Mr. George Robins is anxious to tell, In very plain prose, he's instructed to sell"— "A vote for the county"-" packed neatly in straw”— "Set by Holloway's Ointment"-" a limb of the law." "The army has had secret orders to seize""As soon as they can"-" the industrious fleas." For amusement you never need be at a loss, If you take a newspaper, and read it across. "The opera opens with"-" elegant coats"- Specific to soften mortality's ills”— "And cure Yorkshire bacon"-" take Morison's pills." "Curious coincidence"-" steam to Gravesend." "Tale of deep interest"-" money to lend❞— For amusement you never need be at a loss, "For relief of the Poles"-" an astounding feat!"- 66 "To be viewed by cards only"—" a terrible fog." "At eight in the morning the steam-carriage starts""Takes passengers now"-" to be finished in parts." For amusement you never need be at a loss, If you take a newspaper, and read it across. "Left in a cab, and"-" the number not known" "A famous prize ox, weighing 200 stone❞— "He speaks with a lisp"-" has a delicate shape❞— "And had on, when he quitted, a Macintosh cape." "For China direct, a fine"-" dealer in slops." "To the curious in shaving"-"new way to dress chops." "Repeal of the corn"-" was roasted for lunch""Teetotal beverage"-" Triumph of PUNCH!" For amusement you never need be at a loss, If you take a newspaper, and read it across. Punch. THE PRESS. WHEN first gigantic Power awoke The orators of old withstood His frantic rage and thirst of blood, As meteors through the kindled heaven, The high-soul'd speech, with loud applause, And laid the basis of her laws Ere yet was rais'd the Press. But when the sacred art arose, Each Despot, whose unhallow'd hand And now the Holy League combine, They see whence Freedom draws her source, The Freedom of the Press ! Rise, Britain, rise! withstand their power, To curse mankind or bless. The wolves, to make the sheep their prey Nov. 1817. PRINTERS' DEVILS. R. GILMOUR. Old Lucifer, both kind and civil, A PRINTER'S WIDOW. This daily publishing the weeds of woe, A dear, romantic, duodecimo, Unbound and going into sheets again! |