_The Fijiad_, or English Nights Entertainments, by an author of _The Siliad_. Beeton’s Fifteenth Christmas Annual. Illustrated. London: Ward, Lock, and Tyler. _The Fribbleriad._ This was first printed in 1761, and was afterwards included in _The Repository_, vol. 2. It was addressed to a certain individual “X. Y. Z.,” who had been guilty of publishing an Essay containing an unfavourable criticism of David Garrick. Who is the scribbler X. Y. Z.? Who still writes on, though little read? Whose falsehood, malice, envy, spite, So often grin, yet seldom bite? Say, Garrick, does he write for bread, This _friend_ of yours, this X. Y. Z.? For pleasure sure, not bread――’twere vain To write for that he ne’er could gain. * * * * * _The Female Dunciad_, containing:――I. A Faithful account of the Intrigues, Gallantries, and Amours of Alexander Pope, of Twickenham, Esq., written by Himself. II. A Satire upon the Court Lords and Ladies. Written also by him in the year 1717. III. A Single Instance of his Repentance. IV. The New Surprising Metamorphosis; or, Mr. Pope turn’d into a Stinging Nettle; being a Familiar Epistle from a Gentleman in Town to a Lady in the Country. Occasioned by reading the Dunciad. V. Irish Artifice; or, the History of Clarina. A Novel, by Mrs. Eliza Haywood. VI. Female Worthies, by the Bishop of Peterborough. The whole being a Continuation of the Twickenham Hotch-Potch. London. T. Read, White-Fryers. 1728. _The Hilliad_: an Epic Poem by Christopher Smart, A.M., Fellow of Pembroke Hall, Cambridge. 1753. This was a satire on a certain Dr. Hill, it commenced as follows:―― Thou God of Jest, who o’er th’ ambrosial bowl, Giv’st joy to Jove, while laughter shakes the pole; And thou, fair Justice, of immortal line, Hear, and assist the poet’s grand design, Who aims at triumphs by no common ways, But on the stem of dulness grafts the bays. O thou, whatever name delight thine ear. Pimp! Poet! Puffer! ’Pothecary! Play’r! Whose baseless fame by vanity is buoy’d, Like the huge earth self-center’d in the void, Accept one partner thy own worth t’explore, And in thy praise be singular no more. * * * * * _The Lentiad_; or, _Peter the Pope_ and his Pioneers the Pusey men. Together with Anti-Pentateuchal Prelates, Broad-church and Balaam-ass-men, Pommelled and Pounded with a Hudibrastic cudgel. _A Tale in Rhymes Fit for the Times_, By a Beefeater, domestic chaplain to Fill-pots. Edited by Rev. John Allen. London: William Freeman, Fleet Street. 1863. “John Chinaman, when fighting foes, At times holds stink-pots to their nose, For he believes――and he is right, That when in this way he can fight, And find thereby the battle won His stink-pots are as good’s a gun.”