Hear me while I say
“Donnez-moi du frenzy, s’il vous plait!”44. “Donnez-moi,” &c.—The classics of all countries are aptly drawn upon by the universal erudition of our bard. A fine parody this upon the exclamation of Belmontel’s starving author: “La Gloire—donnez-moi do pain!”—FENWICK DE PORQUET.
Give me a most tremendous fit
Of indignation, a wild volcanic ebullition,
Or deep anathema,
Fatal as J—d’s bah!
To hurl excisemen downward to perdition.
May genial gin no more delight their throttles—
Their casks grow leaky, bottomless their bottles;
May smugglers run, and they ne’er make a seizure;