To the Youth, whose fiery eyes roll’d a fiery phrenzy o’er,
And o’er its pages turning, with thoughts of mystic learning,
I began a critique burning on its Mathews style and more,
When coming to a chapter, which I heartily did deplore,
Cried the Author, ‘Read it o’er.’”
“Then methought the style grew duller, and the hero rather fuller
Of thoughts which even Blue-pard never gloated o’er.
‘Man!’ I cried, ‘thy brain has turn’d thee—by this chapter I have learn’d thee;
‘Re-write—re-write—and re-pen thee these pages blotted o’er—
‘Take-oh! take it, and re-pen-t thee—and correct these pages more: