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THE REPROOF AND REPLY.
"FIE, Mr. Coleridge!—and can this be you? Break two commandments? and in church-time too! Have you not heard, or have you heard in vain, The birth and parentage-recording strain? Confessions shrill, that out-shrill'd mack'rel
Fresh from the drop, the youth not yet cut down.
Such sounds of late, accusing fancy brought
Now hear the meek Parnassian youth's reply:A bow, a pleading look, a downcast eye,—
"Fair dame! a visionary wight,
Hard by your hill-side mansion sparkling white,
But when, as if to settle the concern,
A nymph too he beheld, in many a turn,
Took Mary for Polly Hymnia!
Or haply as there stood beside the maid
But most of you, soft warblings, I complain!
Thus all conspir'd-each power of eye and ear, And this gay month, th' enchantress of the year, To cheat poor me (no conjurer, God wot!) And's self accomplice in the plot.
Can then wonder if I went astray?
Not bards alone, nor lovers mad as they ;—
Five Acts of Parliament 'gainst private stealing!
But yet from
who despairs of grace?
There's no spring-gun or man-trap in that face!
That look as if they had little else to do:
CHOLERA CURED BEFORE HAND.
Or a premonition promulgated gratis for the use of the Useful Classes, specially those resident in St. Giles's, Saffron Hill, Bethnal Green, &c.; and likewise, inasmuch as the good man is merciful even to the beasts, for the benefit of the Bulls and Bears of the Stock Exchange.
PAINS ventral, subventral,
In stomach or entrail,
Think no longer mere prefaces
For grins, groans, and wry faces;
But off to the doctor, fast as ye can crawl!-
Now to 'scape inward aches,
For tho' gin and whiskey
May make you feel frisky,
The diabolus ipse,
Call'd Cholery Morpus;
[to feed him,
Who with horns, hoofs, and tail, croaks for carrion
Tho' being a Devil, no one never has seed him!
Ah! then my dear honies,
For loves nor for monies:
You'll find it too true.
Och the hallabaloo !
Och! och! how you'll wail,
Shall turn you as blue
As the gas-light unfragrant,
That gushes in jets from beneath his own tail;— "Till swift as the mail,
He at last brings the cramps on,
So without further blethring,
And don't pig in sties that would suffocate sows! Quit Cobbett's, O'Connell's, and Beelzebub's
And whitewash at once bowels, rooms, hands, and manners!
IN Köhln, a town of monks and bones,
All well defined, and several stinks !
Ye Nymphs that reign o'er sewers and sinks, The river Rhine, it is well known,
Doth wash your city of Cologne ;
But tell me, Nymphs! what power divine
ON MY JOYFUL DEPARTURE FROM
As I am rhymer,
And now at least a merry one,
Mr. Mum's Rudesheimer
And the church of St. Geryon
Are the two things alone
That deserve to be known
In the body and soul-stinking town of Cologne.