To Check The Circulation

OF LITTLE BOOKS,

Whose very looks--

Vile 'two-p'nny trash,'

bespeak abomination.

Oh! they are full of blasphemies and libels,

And people read them

oftener than their bibles.

Go H--df----t, Y--rm--th, C--le--gh, and C--nil--g Go, and be planning,

Within your virtuous minds, what best will answer To save our morals from this public cancer;

Go and impress, my friends, upon all classes, From sleek-fac'd Swindlers down to half-starv'd Asses, 'That, from religious principles alone,'

(Dont be such d----d fools as to blab your own) Temperance, chasteness, conjugal attention--

With other virtues that I need not mention--

And from subordination, and respect,

To every knave in robes of office deck'd--

'Can they expect to gain divine protection'

And save their sinful bodies from dissection!

His Highness ceased--

The dissonance of Babel Rose from the motley

Moonitarian rabble:

The yell of loyalty--

the dungeon groan--

The shriek of woe--

the starving infant's moan The brazen trumpets' note-- the din of war--

The shouts of freemen

rising from afar--

Darted in horrid discord

through my brain:--

I woke, and found myself on Earth again.