and in his epitaph on the "Victim of a Cancer Quack":—
"The case was this:—a pimple rose
Southeast a little of his nose,
Which daily reddened and grew bigger,
As too much drinking gave it vigor";
and in the "Hypocrite's Hope":—
"Blest is the man who from the womb
To saintship him betakes;
And when too soon his child shall come,
A long confession makes";
and in the squib on Ethan Allen's infidel book:—
"Lo! Allen 'scaped from British jails,
His tushes broke by biting nails,
Appears in hyperborean skies,
To tell the world the Bible lies."
Dr. Hopkins published very little; he might be excused, if he had written more.
Addison said, he never yet knew an author who had not his admirers. The Connecticut authors were no exception to this rule. To begin with, they admired themselves, and they admired one another; each played squire to his gifted friend, and sounded the trumpet of his fame. It was, "See! Trumbull leads the train," or "the ardent throng"; "Trumbull! earliest boast of Fame"; "Lo! Trumbull wakes the lyre."
"Superior poet, in whose classic strain
In bright accordance wit and fancy reign;
Whose powers of genius in their ample range
Comprise each subject and each tuneful change,
Each charm of melody to Phoebus dear,
The grave, the gay, the tender, the severe."
Barlow is "a Child of Genius"; Columbus owes much of his glory to him.