On as I strode with my huge strides, I flung back my head and I held my sides, It was so rare a piece of fun To see the sweltered cattle run With uncouth gallop through the night, By the light of his own blazing cot The house-stream met the flame and hissed, That deal in discontent and curses. BOTH. Who bade you do't? FIRE. The same! the same! Letters four do form his name. He let me loose, and cried Halloo ! To him alone the praise is due. ALL. He let us loose, and cried Halloo ! How shall we yield him honour due? FAMINE. Wisdom comes with lack of food. I'll gnaw, I'll gnaw the multitude, Till the cup of rage o'erbrim: They shall seize him and his brood SLAUGHTER. They shall tear him limb from limb! FIRE. O thankless beldames and untrue! Cling to him everlastingly. 1796. THE DEVIL'S THOUGHTS. I. FROM his brimstone bed at break of day To visit his snug little farm the Earth, II. Over the hill and over the dale, And he went over the plain, And backward and forward he switched his long tail As a gentleman switches his cane. III. And how then was the Devil drest? Oh! he was in his Sunday's best: His jacket was red and his breeches were blue, And there was a hole where the tail came through. IV. He saw a Lawyer killing a viper On a dunghill hard by his own stable; And the Devil smiled, for it put him in mind V. He saw an Apothecary on a white horse And the Devil thought of his old friend VI. He saw a cottage with a double coach-house, And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin VII. He peeped into a rich bookseller's shop, * And all amid them stood the tree of life High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit Of vegetable gold (query paper money:) and next to Life Our Death, the tree of knowledge, grew fast by. So clomb this first grand thief * Thence up he flew, and on the tree of life Sat like a cormorant. Par. Lost, iv. The allegory here is so apt, that in a catalogue of various readings obtained from collating the MSS. one might expect to find it noted, that for "life" Cod. quid. habent, "trade." Though indeed the trade, i. e. the bibliopolic, called kar' ¿óxŋ, may be regarded as Life sensu eminentiori; a sug VIII. Down the river did glide, with wind and with tide, A pig with vast celerity; And the Devil look'd wise as he saw how the while, It cut its own throat. "There!" quoth he with a smile, "Goes England's commercial prosperity." IX. As he went through Cold-Bath Fields he saw And the Devil was pleased, for it gave him a hint gestion, which I owe to a young retailer in the hosiery line, who on hearing a description of the net profits, dinner parties, country houses, &c. of the trade, exclaimed, "Ay! that's what I call Life now!"-This "Life, our Death," is thus happily contrasted with the fruits of authorship-Sic nos non nobis mellificamus apes. Of this poem, which with the Fire, Famine, and Slaughter, first appeared in the Morning Post, the 1st, 2d, 3d, 9th, and 16th stanzas were dictated by Mr. Southey. See Apologetic Preface. - meant, the Author If any one should ask who General begs leave to inform him, that he did once see a red-faced person in a dream whom by the dress he took for a General; but he might have been mistaken, and most certainly he did not hear any names mentioned. In simple verity, the author never meant any one, or indeed any thing but to put a concluding stanza to his doggerel. |