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L'ENVOY OF THE POET.

O! let me counsel, friend-For modern art, And British genius should not be forgot. 'Twere hard if Wedgewood could not act his

part,

And vie with Greek or Român ch-mb-r p-t.

after evacuation he might be enabled to place it in his own repository. It is almost needless to add, that the injured collector did not suffer this swallower of emperors to quit his mansion, until Carusius had passed the great ordeal, and once more tasted the joys of light and liberty,

By way of sequel to the above, the reader should be informed, that shortly after the fact here related had taken place, an old acquaintance of this purging collector demanded the cause which had instigated him to adopt so extraordinary a method; when he confessed, that upon a former occasion he had himself pursued a similar expedient, in order to become possessed of a scarce coin, which was deficient in his assortment; and that, well knowing from experience that nothing less than a smart dose would have immediately brought forth the hidden treasure from his own bowels, he had consequently pursued that plan, on finding that his lost treasure was not concealed in the external accoutrements of his visitors.

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THE POET'S CHORUS TO FOOLS.

Come, trim the boat, row on each Rara Avis, Crowds flock to man my Stultifera Navis.

SECTION XXXII.

OF FOOLS WHO DELIGHT IN THE CHASE.

L'asino si cognosce all' orecchie.

MOUNTED on horse an ass now see,
That puts his life in jeopardy,
Because his only care

Is o'er pale, ditch, and gate to leap;
And gallop down the hill that's steep:
And all for what?-An hare.

'Tis nobly done with hounds a score,
And horsemen too as many more,
To chase the timid deer

* In the Lives of the Saints, we are informed that Hubert, the hunter, became a convert to fasting and prayer, from a stag's appearing before him, while following the sports of the field, with a crucifix between his antlers. As to the truth of this legend the writer knows nothing;

To list thy brutal, senseless cry, When dogs condema the prey to die, ready dead with fear.

Or, up before the chant of cocks,
I view thee run the cunning fox*;
When mark the sudden check:

but, at the same time, conceives, that were such deer more common in the present day, they might deter many fools from acts of cruelty, which too forcibly bring to recollection the beautiful cogitations of Jacques on the wounded stag, in Shakspeare's As you like it. To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt, Did come to languish ; and, indeed, my lord, The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans, That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting; and the big, round tears, Cours'd one another down his innocent nose, In piteous chase.

• That a lover of field sports may not want for a dinner, after one of these hard runs, I would advise him to adopt the plan of the Huns, who, according to Ammianus Marcellinus.

“Hunii semicruda cujusvis pecoris carne vescuntur, quam inter femora sua et equorum terga subsertam, fotu calefaciunt brevi.Or, to quote Butler:

I see thee thrown in dire alarm;
Snap goes a leg, a rib, an arm:
Or, what's less dear, thy neck *.

This is not all thy foolery:

Guilty thou art of cruelty,

Where most thou shouldst refrain +:

His countrymen the Huns,

Did use to stew between their bums,

And their warm horses' backs their meat,

And ev'ry man his saddle eat.

* Although the poet, in the above line, has conveyed a most bitter sarcasm on the amateurs of the chase, we cannot but reflect with pain on the untimely end of the late amiable and refined Marquis of Tavistock, whose death was occasioned by a fall from his horse while hunting, which melancholy event soon occasioned also the demise of his no less amiable lady. Nor can the writer but reflect with sorrow on the dreadful effects which the same diversion has produced in the person of the present Lord D-rh-st: not to mention innumerable other instances of a similar nature, of which there are living testimonies, who are not only rendered objects to the view of others, but are an unceasing burden to themselves.

It has been the misfortune of the writer to expe

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