But humor's good, If we but rightly use it would. It trains the laughing power, at least, Which measures, they say, 'twixt man and beast; For, though sometimes With brutes he chimes, Below the brutes, For example, in much of the liquor he quaffs,* Yet is he the only creature that laughs. Hyenas, true, And monkeys too, Are a sort of ghastly, grinning crew, But the genuine laugh belongs to man, May prove a kind of moral switch, "Tis known that men will alcohol drink, There 's many a crime, and heinous too, To punish and check, in the spirit true And sharp berates, The sin, but not the sinning pates, That vice and folly have rendered crazy, Well, this is the aim the book would reach, Has that design Indicated in Horace's line,(See the title-page, and read the Latin, A flowing hexameter, smooth as satin,) Where a dactyl (ūtīlē) is made to meet With a spondee, (dūlcī,) th' appropriate feet— One meaning the useful, the other the sweet: Which things, says Horace, when duly they meet, Combine to produce an author complete, Whom every reader can gladly greet. The book's for youth, For schools, in sooth; Yet it contains much humorous truth, Well suited to teach many older folks; As to cure them of follies, and make them shun NEW YORK JULY, 1858 |