VIII. Down the river did glide, with wind and with tide, A pig with vast celerity; And the Devil look'd wise as he saw how the while, It cut its own throat. "There!" quoth he with a smile, "Goes England's commercial prosperity." IX. As he went through Cold-Bath Fields he saw A solitary cell; And the Devil was pleased, for it gave him a hint X. He saw a Turnkey in a trice Fetter a troublesome blade, "Nimbly," quoth he, "do the fingers move If a man be but used to his trade." XI. He saw the same Turnkey unfetter a man With but little expedition, Which put him in mind of the long debate On the Slave-trade abolition. quid. habent, "trade." Though indeed the trade, i. e. the bibliopolic, so called Kaт' ¿¿óxην, may be regarded as Life sensu eminentiori; a suggestion, which I owe to a young retailer in the hosiery line, who on hearing a description of the net profits, dinner parties, country houses, &c., of the trade, exclaimed, "Ay! that's what I call Life now!"-This "Life, our Death," is thus happily contrasted with the fruits of authorship-Sic nos non nobis mellificamus apes. Of this poem, which with the Fire, Famine, and Slaughter, first appeared in the Morning Post, the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 9th, and 16th stanzas were dictated by Mr. Southey. See Apologetic Preface. If any one should ask who General meant, the Author begs leave to inform him, that he did once see a red-faced person in a dream whom by the dress he took for a General; but he might have been mistaken, and most certainly he did not hear any names mentioned. In simple verity, the author never meant any one, or indeed any thing but to put a concluding stanza to his doggerel. XII. He saw an old acquaintance As he passed by a Methodist meeting;— She holds a consecrated key, And the Devil nods her a greeting. XIII. She turned up her nose, and said, "Avaunt! my name's Religion," And she looked to Mr. And leered like a love-sick pigeon. XIV. He saw a certain minister (A minister to his mind) Go up into a certain House, With a majority behind. XV. The Devil quoted Genesis, Like a very learned clerk, XVI. He took from the poor, And he gave to the rich, And he shook hands with a Scotchman, He saw with consternation, And back to hell his way did take, For the Devil thought by a slight mistake Sep. 6, 1799. II-LOVE POEMS. Quas humilis tenero stylus olim effudit in ævo, Frons alia est, moresque alii, nova mentis imago, Pectore nunc gelido calidos miseremur amantes, LEWTI, OR THE CIRCASSIAN LOVE-CHAUNT. AT midnight by the stream I roved, PETRARCE. The Moon was high, the moonlight gleam Heaved upon Tamaha's stream; I saw a cloud of palest hue, Till it reached the moon at last: And with such joy I find my Lewti; Drinks in as deep a flush of beauty! Nay, treacherous image! leave my mind, If Lewti never will be kind. The little cloud-it floats away, I saw a vapour in the sky, Perhaps the breezes that can fly mind Now below and now above, Have snatched aloft the lawny shroud For maids, as well as youths, have perished Hush! my heedless feet from under They plunge into the gentle river. I know the place where Lewti lies, And creep, like thee, with soundless tread, I then might view her bosom white Heaving lovely to my sight, As these two swans together heave |