PRINTED FOR WILLIAM BLACKWOOD, NO 17, PRINCE'S STREET, To whom Communications (post paid) may be addressed ; SOLD ALSO BY ALL THE BOOKSELLERS OF THE UNITED KINGDOM. X. We can't express our hatred of this WE, First introduc'd at Rome the pompous fudge: But now it is a standing vanity, From which no modern editor will budge; XI. Even we, (remark the tyranny of fashion!) XII. But let that pass-there's nothing half so wise, As going on in the old jog-trot way; "Never no good doth come of novelties," We wish, instead of aiming to surprise, XVII. Were vanity our foible, (which it an't) XVIII. Behold the Thistle of our native land How soft the virgin coronal's purple sheen. XIX. After this prelude "Bion" will not stare, Though we reject his quizzical" Lament ;" We think it has a very wicked air, To such outrageous fury to give vent ; Moreover, still the Bailies' hopes are fair, For still the Court of Session may relent. We had from our commencement been thus sober, Besides it is a trick of good" old John's," (Hang that confounded 20th of October!) XIII. Then had our course of life been smoothly gliding Nor whiggery's meteor dimly forced to twinkle XIV. No acid drop had tainted then the jorum Of them that love the Yellow and the Blue; Jeffrey had still been princeps criticorum, The undisputed oracle of gout; And plain Scots heads had boo'd more majorum, To that despotic democrat Review, That over-rated much, but smart miscellany, Which now we're boldly thrashing to a jelly nigh. XV. Then Hunt and Hazlitt, Haydon, Webb and Keats, Had quaffed at Hampstead currant-wine in peace, In gentle interchange of "fine conceits," Of" Laurel Garlands," and of mutual grease; Such, we may gather, are their Cockney treats.(Alas! that joys so heavenly e'er should cease; That envy such a paradise should visit, In the vile demon shape of crooked Z.) XVI. Then had Odoherty (mad bard !) not rushed Of differing from them all to make no bones. XX. There is no saying about things which lie But, 'spite of all the SCOTSMAN's boded gloom, We see not in the Magisterial sky Any such symptoms of a dismal doom; XXI. Heroic Provost !-Hast thou ever been With hand disarmed still daring Henry's bladeSuch awe was our's, when, on that real scene, Even in the front of Boyle, most bold Kincaid! In front of Craigie, Bannatyne, and Miller, Stedfast and stern, stood firm our civic pillar. XXII. The "Letter on Election" is too long, To change old fashions to please any lad |