MLVI.—ON SHELLEY'S POEM, "PROMETHEUS UNBOUND."
Shelley styles his new poem, "Prometheus Unbound,"
And 'tis like to remain so while time circles round;
For surely an age would be spent in the finding
A reader so weak as to pay for the binding.
MLVII.—WRITING TREASON.
Horne Tooke, on being asked by a foreigner of distinction how much treason an Englishman might venture to write without being hanged, replied, that "he could not inform him just yet, but that he was trying."
MLVIII.—A GRACEFUL ILLUSTRATION.
The resemblance between the sandal tree, imparting (while it falls) its aromatic flavor to the edge of the axe, and the benevolent man rewarding evil with good, would be witty, did it not excite virtuous emotions.—S.S.
MLIX.—IMPROMPTU.
On an apple being thrown at Mr. Cooke, whilst playing Sir Pertinax Mac Sycophant.
Some envious Scot, you say, the apple threw,
Because the character was drawn too true;
It can't be so, for all must know "right weel"
That a true Scot had only thrown the peel.