Now onward still our course we run,

And seek the oriental sun,

'Till we intrench ourselves before

The capital of rich Mysore.

The sultan having been, for years, With English nabobs by the ears, Now fortifies Seringapátam,

But soon the English troops are at him;

They storm the town, proceed to plunder

Mid fire, and sword, and blood, and thunder; Find treasures hitherto untold,

And take-a tiger made of gold!

Now, muse, if further we should stray,

'Tis ten to one we lose our way;

Then let us now, without more fuss,
Remount our restive Pegasus,

And twice as swift as sun beam darted,
Fly back again from whence we started.

And now, kind reader, if you choose, I'll just take off my high-heel'd shoes,

M

No longer strut poetick stilt on,
Like Homer proud, or Mr. Milton,
No longer flirt about and flare,
Like jack-o'lanthorn in the air;
But my sweet muse, and I, and
Must bid each other sad adieu,

you,

But hoping still some other time,
That we shall meet in lofty rhyme,

And I, your favourite bard, aspire
To "tune my lays an octave higher;"
And strut, and swell, and rant, and roar,
As mortal never did before!

A

DELICATE DITTY.*

MY muse so sweet,

A song complete,

Bid echo sound symphonious;

And trill away

A melting lay

Which rival may

The kissing Bonefonius ;†

* The object of this little poem is, by an ironical imitation of certain popular writers of meretricious love songs, and "Roguish Sonnets," to stigmatize them with that opprobrium which they so justly merit.

† Johannes Bonefonius, a Cyprian devotee, a Frenchman of the fifteenth century, and author of certain amatory poems, which have been rendered into English, with happy improvements, by some well-wisher to community, and are, no doubt, very popular, as well as highly meri.

torious.

My passion's hot

As pepper-pot,

This gentleman (like many other delicious poets, and poetesses, from the days of Sappho down to Mrs. Robinson) seems to have supposed, that young people, of different sexes, in the hey-day of youth and beauty, when the pulse

"'gins wallop,

"And ragings wild the veins convulse

"With still eternal gallop !"a

are in want of fuel to be added to the blaze of passion. He, therefore, set himself to work to teach young ladies and gentlemen,

"The prettiest tricks in the world!"

and wrote his "Basia," a very entertaining work, which contains much important information relative to some astonishing improvements, which the gentleman, in conjunction with one Miss Pancharis (who, I dare say, was no better than she should have been) had made in the ancient and honourable art of kissing. But, to be serious,― If the poor publisher of an obscene print is justly sen

a Burns.

b This line is from "Little's Poems," which cannot be too severely anathematized for their pernicious tendency in society.

Of my desire,

Should I come nigh her

I really think would singe her!*

My little love!

My duck! my dove!
Yield! yield to my caresses!
O let me glue.

My lips to you

Till black and blue,
With rapture's sweet excesses!

tenced to the pillory for poisoning the minds of the younger classes of community, what ought to be the punishment of the gentleman who diffuses poison a thousand times more deleterious, because a thousand times more palatable?

Hauriens animam meam caducam
Flagrantem nimio vapore coctam,
Coctam pectoris impotentis æstu.

JOHANNES SECUNDUS NICOLAUS,