DELICATE DITTY. Now tug and squeeze! Now whine and wheeze! Now let me smack you fairly! O smack! O hug! (Humbug! humbùg!) O rarely!-Oh! how rarely!!! * While Gods look down, With envy frown, On such uncommon blisses; Dame Juno leers,, Jove tells his peers He'd give his ears For such an hour as this is! Good reader, since You stare and wince Humbug! humbùg! This beautiful and delicious line is intended merely for the use of certain Reviewers, who mistook the object of a certain publication. It is as much as to say, Gentlemen, his is indeed Irony ! ! DELICATE DITTY. At this our dainty ditty, With aspect bluff, Exclaim enough Of this sad stuff! Which moves my spleen and pity; A POETICAL DIALOGUE BETWEEN LIONEL LOVELORN, ESQ. AND GEOFFRY GINGER, ESQ. Whereas, so pleas'd the Powers above, I'm fall❜n, desperately, in love! TRUMBULL. THE object of the following Dialogue is to "brand with scorn" all petty dealers in draggle-tailed distichs and hitching hyperboles, who jingle about "sighing swains," and "love-lorn lasses." But I have had neither leisure nor patience, except in a few instances, to point out the particular nonsense of the many individual " dull fools, of that kind, Who will persist, although "in spite Of Nature and their stars, to write ;" but have aimed the shafts of satire, with little discrimination, at the whole tribe of moon-struck Sonneteers, who palm upon the public their " thrilling extasies," and "liquid perils," for genuine chattels of Parnassus. I would farther observe, that I had nearly finished this dialogue before I had seen the "Baviad and Mæviad," in which Mr. Gifford lashes some of the same herd which are here made the subject of satire. But although I cannot expect to gather laurels in the path of such a writer as Mr. Gifford, I hope I may be considered at least as a gleaner in the field of science, and have the honour of correcting some of the "Servum pecus" who may have escaped his animadversion. |