Gives genial warmth and gentle slumber.
Here Reason as the priestess stands,
Here Tranquil Pleasure often lingers;
At Friendship’s fire then warm thy hands,
At Love’s thou’lt surely burn thy fingers!
‘Friendship,’
A PARODY
I showed them to Tierney, who parodied them almost offhand as an address from a Warming-Pan to Old Age:—
Turn, dotard, turn, and rest with me,
Let not yon glittering fane allure you: