T/tc Arl of nook-Keeping. [JULY, 



While studying o'er the fire one day 



My " Ilobbes," amidst the smoke ; 

 They hore my " Colman" clean away, 



And carried off my tf Coke." 



Tliey picked my " Locke," to me far more 



Than Bram all's patent's worth ; 

 And now my losses I deplore 



Without a " Home" on earth. 



If once a book you let them lift, 



Another they conceal ; 

 For though I caught them stealing Swift," 



As swiftly went my " Steele." 



" Hope" is not now upon my shelf, 



Where late he stood elated ; 

 But, what is strange, my (( Pope" himself 



Is excommunicated. 



My little " Suckling" in the grave 



Is sunk, to swell the ravage ; 

 And what 'twas Crusoe's fate to save 



'Twos mine to lose a " Savage." 



Even " Glover's" works I cannot put 



My frozen hands upon ; 

 Though ever since I lost my ' ' Foote," 



My " Bunyan" has been gone. 



My " Hoyle" with " Cotton" went; oppressed, 



My " Taylor" too must fail ; 

 To save my " Goldsmith" from arrest, 



In vain I offered " Bayle." 



I " Prior" sought, but could not see 



The " Hood" so late in front; 

 And when I turned to hunt for " Lee," 



Oh ! where was my " Leigh Hunt?" 



I tried to laugh, old Care to tickle, 



Yet could not " TickelT touch ; 

 And then, alack ! I missed my " Mickle" 



And surely Mickle's much. 



'Tis quite enough my griefs to feed, 



My sorrows to excuse, 

 To think I cannot read my tc Reid," 



Nor even use my " Hughes." 



To " West," to " South," I turn my head, 



Exposed alike to odd jeers ; 

 For since my " Roger Ascham's" fled, 



I ask 'em for my '* Rogers." 



There's sure an eye that marks as well 



The blossom as the sparrow ; 

 Yet all unseen my " Lyly" fell 



Twas taken in my " Barrow." 



