damns While Butterworth's spirit, upraised from your eyes, Both their stomachs and souls, if they Like a kite made of foolscap, in glory dare cast them back again. 1 A great part of the income of Joanna Southcott arose from the Seals of the Lord's protection which she sold to her followers. 2 Mrs. Anne Lee, the "chosen vessel" of the Shakers, and "Mother of all the children of regeneration." 3 Toad Lane, in Manchester, where Mother Lee was born. In her "Address to Young Believers," she says, that "it is a matter of no importance with them from whence the means of their deliverance come, whether from a stable in Bethlehem, or from Toad Lane, Manchester." shall soar, With a long tail of rubbish behind, to the skies! AN INCANTATION. SUNG BY THE BUBBLE SPIRIT. Air. Come with me, and we will go Where the rocks of coral grow. COME with me and we will blow Lots of bubbles as we go; Bubbles bright as ever Hope Drew from fancy or from soap; Bright as e'er the South Sea sent Now the frothy charm is ripe, Bravo, bravo, Peter More! From the streaming Milky Way, Now's the moment who shall first 4 1 Strong indications of character may be sometimes traced in the rhymes to names. Marvell thought so when he wrote "Sir Edward Sutton, The foolish Knight who rhymes to mutton." 2 The Member, during a long period, for Coventry. 3 An humble imitation of one of our modern poets, who, in a poem against War, after describing the splendid habiliments of the soldier, thus apostrophizes him "thou rainbow ruffian!" 4 "Lovely Thais sits beside thee: Take the good the Gods provide thee." 5 So called by a sort of Tuscan dulcification of the ch, in the word "Chairman." A goodly man with an eye so merry, As made the Turtle squeak with glee, And own they gave him a lively notion Of what his forced-meat balls would be. So, on the Sec. in his glory went, Are the English forms of Diplomacy. At length as secrets travel fast, And devils, whether he or she, The Press, the impartial Press, that snubs "We warn good men to keep aloof "From a grim old Dandy seen about "With a fire-proof wig and a cloven hoof "Thro' a neat-cut Hoby smoking out." Now, the Devil being a gentleman, Who piques himself on well-bred dealings, You may guess, when o'er these lines he ran, How much they hurt and shockt his feelings. Away he posts to a Man of Law, And 't would make you laugh could you have seen 'em, As paw shook hand, and hand shook paw, And 't was "hail, good fellow, well met," between 'em. |