The same who saved old Sell-all's life

'Twas but the year before!

And Sell-all rose and let him in,

Not utterly unwilling,

But first he bargain'd with the man,

And took his only shilling!

That night he dreamt he'd given away his pelf, Walk'd in his sleep, and sleeping hung himself! And now his soul and body rest below;

And here they say his punishment and fate is To lie awake and every hour to know

How many people read his tombstone GRATIS.

A DIALOGUE BETWEEN AN AUTHOR AND HIS FRIEND.

Author. Come; your opinion of my manuscript! Friend. Dear Joe! I would almost as soon be whipt. Author. But I will have it!

Friend. If it must be had-(hesitating)

You write so ill, I scarce could read the handAuthor. A mere evasion!

Friend. And you spell so bad,

That what I read I could not understand.

Mapoσopia, OR WISDOM IN FOLLY.

TOM SLOTHFUL talks, as slothful Tom beseems,

What he shall shortly gain and what be doing,

Then drops asleep, and so prolongs his dreams And thus enjoys at once what half the world are wooing.

EACH Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf!

He shews his clothes! Alas! he shows himself. O that they knew, these overdrest self-lovers, What hides the body oft the mind discovers.

FROM AN OLD GERMAN POET.

THAT France has put us oft to rout

With powder, which ourselves found out;
And laughs at us for fools in print
Of which our genius was the mint;
All this I easily admit,

For we have genius, France has wit.

But 'tis too bad, that blind and mad

To Frenchmen's wives each travelling German goes,
Expands his manly vigour by their sides,

Becomes the father of his country's foes
And turns their warriors oft to parricides.

ON THE CURIOUS CIRCUMSTANCE

THAT IN THE GERMAN LANGUAGE THE SUN IS FEMININE AND THE MOON MASCULINE.

UR English poets, bad and good, agree

OUR

To make the Sun a male, the Moon a she.

He drives HIS dazzling diligence on high,
In verse, as constantly as in the sky;

And cheap as blackberries our sonnets show
The Moon, Heaven's huntress, with HER silver bow;
By which they'd teach us, if I guess aright,
Man rules the day, and woman rules the night.
In Germany they just reverse the thing;
The Sun becomes a queen, the Moon a king.
Now, that the Sun should represent the women,
The Moon the men, to me seem'd mighty humming;
And when I first read German, made me stare.
Surely it is not that the wives are there

As common as the Sun to lord and loon,
And all their husbands horned as the Moon.

MY

SPOTS IN THE SUN.

Y father confessor is strict and holy,
Mi Fili, still he cries, peccare noli.
And yet how oft I find the pious man
At Annette's door, the lovely courtesan !
Her soul's deformity the good man wins

And not her charms! he comes to hear her sins!
Good father! I would fain not do thee wrong;

But ah! I fear that they who oft and long
Stand gazing at the sun, to count each spot,
Must sometimes find the sun itself too hot.

WHEN Surface talks of other people's worth

He has the weakest memory on earth!

And when his own good deeds he deigns to

mention,

His memory still is no whit better grown ;
But then he makes up for it, all will own,
By a prodigious talent of invention.

TO MY CANDLE.-THE FAREWELL
EPIGRAM.

GOOD Candle, thou that with thy brother, Fire,
Art my best friend and comforter at night,
Just snuff'd, thou look'st as if thou didst desire
That I on thee an epigram should write.
Dear Candle, burnt down to a finger-joint,
Thy own flame is an epigram of sight;
'Tis short, and pointed, and all over light,
Yet gives most light and burns the keenest at
the point.
Valete et Plaudite.

AN excellent adage commands that we should
Relate of the dead that alone which is good;

But of the great Lord who here lies in lead
We know nothing good but that he is dead.*

* The Friend, No. 12, Nov. 9, 1809 (where five of the above Epigrams are reprinted).

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