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But oh my unfortunate Rokeby!
Who e'er of a parody dream't,

To bring thee thus into contempt,
Metamorphosing thee into JoKEBY.
When I saw-oh how great was my passion,
The bills upon Edinburgh wall—

Fit dress for this writer of fashion*
I sent men to cover them all.

VII.

Now gentlemen, as I have hinted,
I wish a new work to be printed-
Another's already prepared,

Then don't let your money be spared.
I hate in my price to be stinted-
'Tis such-it will baffle all wit,

"Tis such that no burlesque can hit:
"Tis such-so sublime and so grand-
'The Critics will not understand.

And I long-ah I long now to show'em,
The charms of my forth-coming Poem.-

• Jokeby is said to be written by an Amateur of Fashion.

ADDRESS XII,

Jemmy Jumps to the Hon, L. St. G. S—ff—n.

I SEND, worthy Sir, this address,
In hopes you'll relieve my distress.
A Staymaker-that, Sir, my trade is,
Who frequently measured the ladies;
But afterwards such was the taste,
No lady was seen with a waist,
I scarcely my passion could bridle,
For poor Jemmy Jumps now was idle.
And when female waists were restored,
To me did it little afford;

For women (you must be aware)
Now make all the stays for the fair.
In this unexpected dilemma,
Alas! 'tis all dicky with Jemmy,
Unless fashion-mongers like you,
A something for Staymakers do.

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Suppose, then, that stays, like the fair,
Our bucks condescended to wear.—

Were this, Sir, the fashion to be,

"Twou'd be a blest fashion for me!

Oh, then-" lose no time,"-but make haste,
And measure I'll take of your waist;
The fashion be eager to raise,

And DUKES will be strutting in stays.
So many your friends too, I know,
The practice will general grow ;
Becoming so much too the rage,

That men shall wear stays on the stage.
Oh, then, "lose no time," but insist on
Your friends, Messrs M-th-

-ws and L-st-n,

To put on their stays in a jiffy,

And be like the hon'rable SKEFFY—,
Nay, more I will prove, for a fact 'tis,
That honor calls loud for the practice;
For surely by stays, in a duel,

The wound may be render'd less cruel.
Oh, then, be the fashion embraced,

Let every puppy be laced;

And, Sir, as a cure for my dumps,
An order pray give

JEMMY JUMPS.

ADDRESS XIII.

Rev. R-wl-d H-ll to the H― of C—ns.

GOOD christians I beg your attention to call,
And hope that good christians you'll prove your-
selves all;

To India, and elsewhere, let preachers be sent,
To rouse up the natives to pray and repent,
For, if not instructed, with sorrow I tell,
These wretched poor sinners must all go to hell;
And certain I am that no cause can be given,
Why Missionaries should not conduct them to
heaven,

As rational creatures they've always behaved,
And why should they not, then, like others be

saved?

I find to the plan that some people object, Who argue, it seems, to the following effect :—

“These heathens a God of their own worship

now,

How can we expect to another they'll bow?
And tho' as mysterious their rites we condemn,
Will not ours appear as mysterious to them?"
Then some of our tenets these critics dwell on,
Particularly that of three persons in one ;
These critics, however, though seemingly wise,
Are ignorant what the word PERSON implies;
Individual 'tis construed by every fool,
Especially those of the Swedenburgh school;
But if the old poets they'd ever perus'd,
They'd find as a character oft it is used,
And such in our creed must be the interpretation,
A character-hence a divine emanation ;

And characters three in the Godhead I trace-
What are they? I answer, Love, Mercy, and
Grace.

As Missionaries, then, beware of false preachers,
For what can be worse than such ignorant teachers;
Those of Fryer-street, York-street, and Dudley-
court,

Who injure the cause they attempt to support-
Who some scripture-texts for their purpose select,
But to a great number of others object.
The body's resurrection deny they indeed,
Altho' "he is risen" of Christ they may read ;

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