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 * (Much like our Boswell's), we will take a glance
 * At his sweet prose, and, if we can, make dance
 * His woven periods into careless rhyme;
 * O, little faery Pegasus! rear—prance—
 * Trot round the quarto—ordinary time!

March, little Pegasus, with pawing hoof sublime !


 * Thus Crafticant pursues his diary:—
 * 'Twas twelve o'clock at night, the weatner fine,
 * Latitude thirty-six; our scouts descry
 * A flight of starlings making rapidly
 * Tow'rds Thibet. Mem.:—birds fly in the night;
 * From twelve to half-past—wings not fit to fly
 * For a thick fog—the Princess sulky quite:

Call'd for an extra shawl, and gave her nurse a bite.


 * With my new double-barrel—stew'd the thighs,
 * And made a very tolerable broth—
 * Princess turn'd dainty, to our great surprise,
 * Alter'd her mind, and thought it very nice:
 * Seeing her pleasant, tried her with a pun,
 * She frown'd; a monstrous owl across us flies
 * About this time,—a sad old figure of fun;

Bad omen—this new match can't be a happy one.