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Rh Dunedin! view thy children with delight,

They write for food—and feed because they write:

And lest, when heated with the unusual grape,

Some glowing thoughts should to the press escape,

And tinge with red the female reader's cheek,

My lady skims the cream of each critique;

Breathes o'er the page her purity of soul,

Reforms each error, and refines the whole.

Now to the Drama turn—Oh! motley sight!

What precious scenes the wondering eyes invite:

Puns, and a Prince within a barrel pent,

And Dibdin's nonsense yield complete content.