Yes, far from me, whate'er their birth or place,
These long-ear'd judges of the Phrygian race,

Fregerit heminas

NOTES.

His last work was an Επιτάφιον (blessings on his learning!) which I take for granted means an Epitaph, on a mouse that broke her heart: and, as it was a matter of great consequence, he very properly made the introduction as long as the poem itself. Hear how gravely he prologiseth.

"On a tame mouse, which belonged to a lady who saved "its life, constantly fed it, and even wept, poor lady! "at its approaching death. The mouse's eyes actually "dropped out of its head, poor mouse! THE DAY BE

"FORE IT DIED.

Επιταφιον.

"This feeling mouse whose heart was warm'd
"By Pity's purest ray,
"Because her Mistress dropt a tear,

"Wept both her eyes away.

"By sympathy depriv'd of light,
"She one day's darkness tried;
"The grateful tear no more could flow,
"So lik'd it not, and died.

Their censure and their praise alike I scorn,
And hate the laurel by their followers worn!

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"May we when others weep for us,

"The debt with intʼrest pay—

"And, when the gen'rous fonts are dry,
"Revert to native clay."

"EDWIN."

Mr. T. Vaughan has asserted that he is not the author of this matchless EaQior, with such spirit, and retorted upon one Baviad (whom without all controversy the learned gentleman takes to be a man) with such strength of argument, and elegance of diction, that I should wrong both him and the reader, to give it in any words but his own.

"Well said, Baviad the correct! And so the "PROFOUND Mr. T. Vaughan, as you politely style "him, writes under the alluring signature of Edwin, "does he? and therefore a very proper subject for "your satiric malignity!-But suppose for a moment, 66 as the truth and the fact is, that this gentleman "never did use that signature upon any occasion,`in "whatever he may have written: Do not you the "identical Baviad, in that case, for your unprovoked "abuse of him, immediately fall under your own cha"racter of that Nightman of Literature you so libe

Let such, a task congenial to their powers,
At sales and auctions waste the morning hours,

His mane edictum, post prandia Calliroën do.

NOTES.

"rally assign Weston? And like him too, if there is any truth in what you say or write, do you not

"Swell like a filthy toad with secret spite?

"The ayes have it. And should you not be as well "versed in your favourite Author's Fourth Satire, as you are in the First, with your leave, I will quote " from it two emphatic lines:

"Into themselves how few, how few descend,
"And act, at home, the free impartial friend!
"None see their own, but all with ready eye
"The pendant wallet on a neighbour spy;
"And like a Baviad will recount his shame,
"Tacking his very errors to his name.”

"ORACLE, 12th Jan."

And to whose name should they be tacked, but the author's? Let not the reader, however, imagine the absurdity to proceed from Persius, or his ingenious translator. "The truth and the fact is," that our learned brother, having a small change to make in the two last lines, blundered them with his usual acuteness into nonsense. He is not much more happy

While the dull noon away in Christie's fane,
And snore the evening out at Drury-lane;
Lull'd by the twang of Bensley's nasal note,
And the hoarse croak of Kemble's foggy throat.

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when he accuses me of calling WESTON "the Night66 man of Literature:" if he will look again, he will find that it was Sylvanus whom I termed so. But when a gentleman does not know what he writes, it is a little hard upon him to expect he should know what he reads. After all, Edwin or not, our egregious friend is still the PROFOUND Mr. T. Vaughan.