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His speech a lisp, his gaze a vacant stare,
His walk a drawl, and listlessness his air,

While for his manhood he's the taylor's debtor, With wadded coat and wadded short clothes too, With tight-lac'd stays, that he may seem to view, A killing youth-a felon hung in fetter.

What, felon Yea; but not of common sense; Purloiner of an ideot's impudence,

For, arm'd with folly * loudly he'll bespatter; Talk of his wench; naught else has he to say: And fright the subjects on the king's highway, Who Beth'lem's guest + believe him by his chatter.

*Not only in conversation do these hermaphrodites prove that ex nihi'o nihil fit, they have even sometimes the effrontery to set themselves up for men of literature, when they never fail to verify the line of Horace.

Boeotum in crasso jurares aëre natum.

† I should advise a revision of the code of laws, instituted for the suppression of public nuisances; among the foremost of which ought certainly to be included these pests of society, whom I would render indictable by men of common sense, subjecting them to the public lash of the ridicule they so richly deserve.

At night the man of ton, prepar'd for rout,
With op'ra hat and folly tinsell'd out,

Determin'd is thro' thick and thin to dash on, Splutters forth nonsense, which, with kindred elves,

Passes for wit; because they are themselves Yoke fellows all, and people of high fashion t.

* There is nothing very wonderful in this, when we ask the simple question, and hear its solution, Quare facit opium dormire? Quia in eo est virtus dormitiva.

† As a convincing proof that the most trivial circumstances will agitate these things-these men of straw, the following stanzas are founded on absolute fact, the despairing youth being one of our refined fashionable li

terati.

In circles of fashion Sir Saunter was known;
His manners, in all things, were purely his own;
He always was busy with nothing to do,
Wou'd fret if his buckle sat ill on his shoe;
Was nervous and dying, goodnatur'd and easy,
And prattled soft nothings, in order to please ye.

It happ'd on a time, 'twas at Chiswick, they say,
A Duchess gave breakfast at five in the day.
Sir Saunter, of course, 'mid the foremost was scen,
To simper and saunter with all on the green,

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L'ENVOY OF THE POET.

Instil sage precepts in the youthful brain,
Cull ev'ry weed, each dawning passion scan:
Maturity shall well requite thy pain,

And dignify with science rising man.

THE POET'S CHORUS TO FOOLS.

Come, trim the boat, row on each Rara Avis, Crowds flock to man my Stultifera Navis.

Where England's first prince, with a smile on each feature,

Receiv'd ev'ry greeting with cordial good nature.

Sir Saunter then tripp'd to a lady so kind,

O! madam, said he, I've a weight on my mind;
Indeed, now the truth of the matter is this,
I'm only one shade from the regions of bliss;
For had my green coat been but darker one dye,
'Twould have match'd with the prince's as I am like I.

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To do justice and judgment is more acceptable to the Lord than sacrifice.

SOLOMON.

Il retto giudice più alla giustitia, che à gli huomini ha riguardo.

AND can no quibble law itself excuse;
Must I condemn thee spite of all thy ruse?

A wond'rous tale my chronicle now tells:
For in the place of judge's robe sedate,
The lawyer's garb, the wig on counsel's pate,
I view a zany's ladle, ears, and bells.

The owl-like consequence transferred by a copious wig to the physiognomy of the wearer is never more strikingly exemplified than in Westminster Hall, where the tiers of benches are certainly crowded with wigs on blocks; for out of the number of their wearers, half a dozen only render themselves conspicuous: the rest being merely automatons: and of them it may indeed, with

Say what's thy judgment, pr'ythee, silly ass,
Brittle thyself as any Venice glass;

Dar'st thou take life which Heav'n alone can give ?

What are thy quirks, deceitful man of law? What are thy pleadings, counsel, when a flaw Condemns the guiltless, bids the guilty live.

truth be said, The wisdom's in the wig, the wig-the wisdom's in the wig. The following little anecdote being very applicable to our young wearers of the bar gown, is here introduced by way of a friendly hint to those flippant youths, whose bags are as void of briefs as their heads of brains.

A young, pert, prating lawyer one day boasted to the facetious counsellor Costello, that he had received five and twenty guineas, for speaking in a certain case, " And I", said Mr. Costello, "received double that sum for holding my tongue in the same cause".-But to recur to the subject of our note. In delineating the sapience displayed by the human physiognomy, when surrounded by this copious appendage of hair, our Hogarth has proved himself no less excellent, than on every other occasion, wherein he has given scope to his extraordinary talents for let my reader but refer to that artist's plate concerning wigs, and their wearers; and however unacquainted with the rules of Lavater, he, nevertheless, cannot fail to discover at the first glance stupidity, ignorance, and gluttony, embosomed in the ample wig.

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