A dwarf to guard her, pranc'd about the land.
But now, the dear delight of later years,
The younger sister of Romance appears:
Less solemn in her air, her drift the same,
And Novel her enchanting, charming, name.
Romance might strike our grave forfathers' pomp,
But Novel for our buck and lively romp!
Cassandra's folios now no longer read,
See, two neat pocket-volumes in their stead!