Worthy SIR JOE, we all are wishing
You’ll come with us a-White-Bait-fishing.
A Thought on NEW MILK some Time toward the Spring of the Year
1773.
Oh! how charming is New Milk!
Sweet as sugar!—smooth as silk!
An IDEA on a PECK of COALS.
I buy my Coals by peck, that we
May have ’em fresh and fresh, d’ye see.
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NUMBER XIII.
After concluding the review of the Ministerialists with the young Marcellus of the Poem, the illustrious Mr. ROLLE; our author directs the attention of DUKE ROLLO to the Opposition-bench. He notices the cautious silence of MERLIN relative to that side of the House, and rather inquisitively asks the reason; on which the Philosopher (a little unphilosophically, we must confess) throws himself into a violent passion, and for a long time is wholly incapable of articulating a syllable. This is a common situation in poets both ancient and modern, as in Virgil and Milton;
Ter conata loqui, &c.
Thrice he essay’d, and thrice in spight of scorn
Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth, &c.
but we will venture to assert, that it was never painted in a manner half so lively, as by the author of the ROLLIAD.