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FRANCIS JEFFREY, ESQUIRE,
LORD RECTOR OF THE UNIVERSITY OF GLASGOW,
&c., &c., &c.,
against THE OLD FORTRESS you opend your trenches, With a jig, as the mode of your masters the French is ; While one PRIEST whistled on with the note of Voltaire, And the smile of another recalled D'Alembert, And you seemed A Great Man as could possibly be, - Never dreaming of damnable dampers from ME.
III. You all seem'd so giddy, so gamesome, so gay, Paine and Hell shouted “ Go it, we're sure of the day." Such a confident crowing contemptuous air, Filld the hearts of a thousand good fools with despair ; While there wanted not some of our old pluckless tories, Who like spoonies would fawn and talk big of your glories, Calling you a great Man as could possibly be ;-Lacking heart even to hope for a hero like ME.
IV. How the fine yellow's dimm'd in its delicate hue ! What a stain has been stamp'd on the beautiful blue ! How each frolicsome face that enliven'd Craig-Crook Has been changed for a down-looking, dumpish, sour look! O the heart that of old could like quick-silver bound, How it sinks ! I am sure it weighs more than a pound ! O the biggest small Man that could possibly be, How he casts up his whites when he thinks upon me!
sorry to see you so low-
Christopher North 17, PRINCE'S-STREET, EDINBURGH,
31st December, 1821.
Chap. X. Angling and Shooting. 40 Excellent New Song, composed by