ODE.
Then little Bob arose,
And doff’d his clothes,
Exclaiming, “Momus! Stuff!
I’ve played him long enough,”
And, as the public seems inclined to sack us,
Behold me ready dressed to play young Bacchus.
He said22. “He said.”—Deeply imbued with the style of the most polished of the classics, our author will be found to exhibit in some passages an imitation of it which might be considered pedantic, for ourselves, we admire the severe style. The literal rendering of the ‘dixit’ of the ancient epicists, strikes us as being eitremely forcible here.—PUNCH. his legs the barrel span,
And thus the Covent Garden god began;—