Burlesque

ON THE MODERN VERSIFICATION OF ANCIENT LEGENDARY TALES: AN IMPROMPTU.

The tender infant, meek and mild, Fell down upon the stone; The nurse took up the squealing child, But still the child squeal'd on.

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EPITAPH FOR MR HOGARTH.

The hand of him here torpid lies, That drew the essential form of grace; Here closed in death the attentive eyes, That saw the manners in the face.

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