“Walk in! two shillings only! come! Be not by country grumblers funk’d!-- Walk in, and see th’ illustrious dumb, The Cheapest House for the defunct!” Write up, ’twill breed some just reflection, And every rude surmise ’twill stop-- Write up, that you have no connection (In large)--with any other shop! And still, to catch the Clowns the more, With samples of your shows in Wax, Set some old Harry near the door To answer queries with his _axe_.-- Put up some general begging-trunk-- Since the last broke by some mishap, You’ve all a bit of General Monk, From the respect you bore his Cap! ON AN UNFAVOURABLE REVIEW. “I’ll give him dash for dash.” Jerdan, farewell! farewell to all Who ever praised me, great or small Your poet’s course is run! A weekly--no, an every-day Reviewer takes my fame away, And I am all undone! I cannot live an author long! When I did write, O I did wrong To aim at being great; A Diamond Poet in a pin May twinkle on in peace, and win No diamond critic’s hate! No small inditer of reviews Will analyse his tiny muse, Or lay his sonnets waste; Who strives to prove that Richardson, That calls himself a diamond one, Is but a bard of paste? The smallest bird that wings the sky May tempt some sparrow shot, and die; But midges still go free! The peace that shuns my board and bed May settle on a lowlier head, And dwell, “St. John, with thee!” I aimed at higher growth; and now My leaves are withered on the bough, I’m choked by bitter shrubs! O Mr. F. C. W.! What can I christen thy review But one of “Wormwood Scrubs?” The very man that sought me once-- (Can I so soon be grown a dunce?) _He_ now derides my verse; But who, save me, will fret to find The editor has changed his mind,-- He can’t have got a worse. TO PEACE. WRITTEN ON THE NIGHT OF MY MISTRESS’S GRAND ROUT. Oh Peace! oh come with me and dwell-- But stop, for there’s the bell. Oh Peace! for thee I go and sit in churches, On Wednesday, when there’s very few In loft or pew-- Another ring, the tarts are come from Birch’s. Oh Peace! for thee I have avoided marriage-- Hush! there’s a carriage. Oh Peace! thou art the best of earthly goods-- The five Miss Woods. Oh Peace! thou art the Goddess I adore-- There come some more. Oh Peace! thou child of solitude and quiet-- That’s Lord Drum’s footman, for he loves a riot. Oh Peace! Knocks will not cease. Oh Peace! thou wert for human comfort plann’d-- That’s Weippert’s band. Oh Peace! now glad I welcome thy approaches-- I hear the sound of coaches. Oh Peace! oh Peace!--another carriage stops-- It’s early for the Blenkinsops.