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" Yet though I spread such silken lures, 

 The rogues will publish their caricatures, 

 In poems and plays, and magazines 

 But I'll see what this minstrel-meddler means." 

 And giving his tail a graceful shake, 

 It rang like that of a rattle-snake. 



At the sound of that bell, so justly feared, 



A little footboy-fiend appeared ; 



A dandy-demon, droll to see, 



And he wore the Devil's livery; 



A small and sulphury imp of ire, 



In a jacket of smoke turned up with fire. 



" Mount," said the Devil, " on pinions fleet, 

 And fetch me my Life from Newgate-street ; 

 Newgate is not far off so fly ! 

 You J lHind the people you want close by." 

 The light- winged imp flew off in a flame, 

 And in two or three minutes the volume came. 



But ah ! what a fury illumined his face, 

 And flashed along that fiery place, 

 As he read what mortal had never done 

 The mangled metaphors, one by one ! 

 A snake was in each mustachio's hair, 

 As he gazed on his portrait painted there. 



Fierce was the curl of the lips beneath, 



As he grinned and gnashed his terrible teeth, 



That seemed a huge uneven band, 



Like the piles that now upon Stonehenge stand ; 



And the voice that murmured through them rolled 



Like a sound in St. Paul's when the bell is tolled. 



" What a rebel is this, to libel us, 



His natural, lawful Inheritor, thus ! 



A fellow moreover who boldly began 



His career in my service by libelling man ! 



I'll buy up the unsold copies, and try 



If they'll make enough fire to roast him by. 



" I smile at those who describe my ' Walk,' 

 Teaching the world how I think and talk ; 

 But the daring conceit these pages shew 

 Transcends all impudence left below ; 

 Hypocrisy, too, is so plainly displayed, 

 It almost makes one ashamed of one's trade. 



" Yet the poem will serve as an instrument 

 Of torture^ when other devices are spent" 

 And he called to one who was writhing about, 

 And told him to read the poetry out ; 

 But the imp declared that he'd rather dash 

 Through blaze and brimstone, than read such trash. 



Among the devils the feeling passed 

 They clung to their gridirons far and fast ; 

 And every fiend of taste preferred 

 His draught of sulphur to reading a word. 

 All were disgusted protesting flat 

 That boiling lead was better than that. 

 M.M. New Series VOL. X. No. 58. 3 H 



