Enough! the spectre cried, Enough! No more of your fugacious stuff, Trite anecdotes and stories! Rude martyrs of Sam. Johnson's name, You rob him of his honest fame, And tarnish all his glories. First in the fertile tribe is seen _Tom Tyres_, in the Magazine, That teazer of Apollo! With goose-quill he, like desperate knife, Slices, as Vauxhall beef, my life, And calls the town to swallow. The cry once up, the dogs of news, Who hunt for paragraphs the stews, Yelp out "_Johnsoniana!_" Their nauseous praise but moves my bile, Like tartar, carduus, camomile, Or ipecacuanha. Next Boswell comes, for 'twas my lot To find at last _one_ honest _Scot_ With constitutional veracity; Yet garrulous he tells too much, On fancied failings prone to touch With sedulous loquacity. At length, Job's patience it would try, _Brewed_ on my lees comes "_Thrale's Entrie,"_ Straining to draw my picture; For _she_ a common-place book kept, "_Johnson at Streatluim dined and slept,_" And who shall contradict her? Thrale lost midst fiddles and sopranos, With them plays fortes and pianos, Adagio and allegro. I loved Thrale's widow and Thrale's wife But now, believe--to write my life! I'd rather trust my negro. I gave the public works of merit, Written with vigour, fraught with spirit, Applause crowned all my labours; But thy delusive pages speak My palsied powers, exhausted, weak, The scoff of friends and neighbours. They speak me insolent and rude, Light, trivial, puerile, and crude, The child of pride and vanity. Poor Tuscan-like improvisation Is but of English sense castration, And infantine inanity. Such idle rhymes, like Sybil's leaves, _Kindly_ the scattering winds receive-- The gatherer proves a scorner. But hold! I see the coming day! The spectre said--and stalked away, To sleep in Poet's Corner. * * * * * WORSE AND WORSE. Doctor Perne happening to call a clergyman a fool, who was not totally undeserving of the title, but who resented the indignity so highly, that he threatened to complain to his diocesan, the Bishop of Ely, "Do so," says the Doctor, "and he will confirm you." J.G.B. * * * * * UNPARALLELED RIDING. In 1603, one John Lepton, of Reprich, Esq., in the county of York, undertook to ride five several times betwixt London and York in six days, to be taken in one week, between Monday morning and Saturday night: he began his journey on Monday morning, and finished it on the Friday after, to the great admiration of all.--_Old History._ T. GILL. * * * * * _Printed and Published by J. LIMBIRD, 143, Strand, (near Somerset House,) London; sold by ERNEST FLEISCHER, 626, New Market, Leipsic; G.G. BENNIS, 55, Rue Neuve, St. Augustin, Paris; and by all Newsmen and Booksellers._