Not the true dulness that inspires his lays, F. Then censure all mankind, for who is free? The flame that warms their bosoms dwells with thee. In search of fame the soldier travels far, P. When he shuns it most!F. The anxious poet claims it as his due, And (pr'ythee speak with candour) so do you. P. Thus candid, I reply-if now and then Success attend the labours of my pen, If those who buy my works, and those who read, I'm not so proud, so squeamishly severe, Athirst for fame, which Magazines, Reviews, Too coy, deny the labours of his Muse; My Lord (what will not vanity afford?) Invites a host of Critics to his board; Some creeping, slip-shod hirelings of the day, Whom Colburn treats with "double pots and pay." "My friends," he cries, "speak freely, tell me plain, What say the public to my epic strain ?” From such pursuits 'twould turn thy trifling mind, But thou must feast on flatt'ry all thy days, * Doctor Busby is very complimentary to those Poetasters who subscribed to his English Lucretius: we have names "unknown to Phoebus" enumerated for a whole page together. Lord Thurlow's Hermilda in Palestine" is said to have afforded much pleasure to the lovers of fine 66 For mark their judgment, hear their quaint reply- poetry; and Major James (a minor scribbler) has a long paragraph dedicated to his poetical talents! Next to the celebrated Martinus Scriblerus, Doctor Busby is the most profound explorer of the Bathos; take the following as a specimen "From her this first, this sov'reign rule I bring, But the most transcendent effort of all, is the Doctor's account of "Atoms". "These, (the atoms) moving from all eternity through immeasurable space; meeting, concussing, rebounding, combining, amassing according to their smooth, round, angular, and jagged figures, have produced all the compound bodies of the universe, animate and inanimate. The more clearly and compactly they lie, the more the body they form approximates to perfect solidity; as the condition is less intimate, it will be more vacuous and rare," &c. &c. The following Impromptu was written on reading Doctor Busby's list of subscribers to his Lucretius: "Homunculi quanti sunt, cum recogito!" Plautus. Now I recollect, how considerable are these little men! All hearts you captivate, all tastes you hit, A first-rate poet-in his own esteem. "Good Doctor! what a motley tribe "Pert wits, who murder sense and time, "What Mortal ever heard the names Twin brethren of the quill? Who (harmless scribblers!) strange to tell, Or blam'd for writing ill. "If thou wert bent, with heart so hard, To crucify the Roman Bard, And sacrifice his fame, What need hadst thou, devoid of grace, To summon all the Grub-street race, "So Vulcan, in a jealous pet, Caught Mars and Venus in a net; Then further mischief brewing; Invited (rude uncivil bear!) And laugh at their undoing." Thurlow* (alas! will Thurlow never tire?) P. To respect a dunce ! Bow, flatter, dedicate, and bend the knee, A mean dependant-this advice to me? Write hymns with Collyer,+ idiot tales with Ball;‡ * Lord Thurlow, in addressing the Prince Regent, uses the following miraculous ascription "Thames by thy victories is set on fire!" The following verses are extracted from a book of hymns written by Doctor Collyer: "Leaning on thy dear faithful breast May I resign my breath; And in thy soft embraces lose The bitterness of death. |