We hardly know which to consider as the greater object of compassion in this case—the original _Odist_, thus parodied by his friend, or the mortified _Parodist_ thus mutilated by his printer. “_Et tu, Brute!_” has probably been echoed from each of these worthies to his murderer, in a tone that might melt the hardest heart to pity. We cordially wish them joy of each other, and we resign the modern _Lesbian lyre_ into their hands without envy or repining. Our author’s DACTYLICS have produced a second imitation (conveyed to us from an unknown hand), with which we take our leave of this species of poetry also. THE SOLDIER’S WIFE.[20] DACTYLICS. “Wēāry̆ wăy-wāndĕrĕr,” &c. &c. IMITATION. DACTYLICS. _Being the quintessence of all the Dactylics that ever were, or ever will be written._ HUMBLY ADDRESSED TO THE AUTHOR OF THE ABOVE. Wearisome Sonnetteer, feeble and querulous, Painfully dragging out thy demo-cratic lays— Moon-stricken Sonnetteer, “ah! for thy heavy chance!” Sorely thy Dactylics lag on uneven feet: Slow is the syllable which thou wouldst urge to speed, Lame and o’erburthen’d, and “screaming its wretchedness!” . . . . . . . . .[21] Ne’er talk of ears again! look at thy spelling-book; _Dilworth_ and _Dyche_[22] are both mad at thy quantities— DACTYLICS, call’st thou ’em—“God help thee, silly one!” [The following is the _Sapphic Ode_ alluded to above, which was intended by the poet of the _Morning Chronicle_ as a “retort courteous” to the _Friend of Humanity_. The printer of that paper, unfortunately, being new to “such branches of learning,” and not dreaming it could be intended for _poetry_, printed it as below. The mistake seems to have been immediately discovered, for it re-appeared next day (Dec. 12) in the guise of verse.—ED.] THE COLLECTOR AND THE HOUSEHOLDER. _The Hint taken from the Anti-Jacobin, “Needy Knife-Grinders”_ _H._ Greedy Collector, whither are you going, thus with your inkhorn in your buttonhole, and ledger so snugly underneath your coat? Say, greedy Collector. _C._ Much I rejoice that I have met you here, friend: turn back, I pri’thee, ’tis with you I want to speak; I am come on business of importance—gentle Householder.