We, patriotick jacobins, Whom heaven ordain'd to punish sins, Nor is this all you may expect If still you treat us with neglect ; And make e'en Washington knock under SIMON SPUNKEY'S EPISTLE EXCUSATORY, ADDRESSED TO JOSEPH DENNIE, ESQ. EDITOR OF THE PORT FOLIO, AS AN APOLOGY FOR NOT MORE FREQUENTLY WRITING FOR HIS POETICAL DEPARTMENT. SINCE Simon's muse no longer chatters The anxious publick wish to know Of demos, under Beelzebub. Some knowing ones presume to say The poet towers the other way, Born high on Fancy's air-balloon, Soars many a league beyond the moon, Engag'd in some sublime affair In building castles, in the air Gone where e'en Herschel cannot find him, And leaves his partisans behind him. Thus criticks form conjectures wise, Belknap may err, in our biography, These may be consequences: therefore, I will unfold the why and wherefore, To build his verse without the muses, But not a muse, who wears a petticoat, Colon and Spondee,† void of reason, By magick spell to their vicinity. 'Tis true the nymphs once made excursion, To visit Vermont, for diversion, But, when accosted, in these regions, They sped away, like frighted pigeons. When May her blue eye roll'd voluptuoust In airy ringlets dancing up to us, * A beautiful river, which divides New Hampshire from Vermont. † Colon and Spondee were the signatures assumed by gentlemen who wrote for the publication in which this epistle first appeared. "Born in yon blaze of orient sky, "Sweet May, thy radiant charms unfold, "Unclose thy blue voluptuous eye, "And wave thy shadowy locks of gold!" DARWIN. In yonder sable swamp of hickory, The raptur'd river stopp'd to hear it. Than pious psalm-tune, common metre. Now chang'd the key, a plaintive strain, Melodious murmurs o'er the plain; * Hominy is the Indian name for a kind of pudding made of the meal of maize, or Indian corn, called " Hasty Pudding." Joel Barlow, Esq. wrote a em, which was celebrated in America, entitled "Hasty Pudding.” A kind of evergreen. |