Blind Cupid, tired with his celestial joys,
Descends to earth in shape of Dr. Moyes,
With ⸺ dames delights to take his seat,
And fires each female breast with latent heat.
In the same provincial town was established a Catch Club, of which the members were each and all of them, of great musical and vocal accomplishments. Our Sexagenarian seems to have known them well, and had often been delighted with the exertion of their talents. Unfortunately, from some trifling cause or other, a violent schism took place among them. Dr. then Mr. ⸺, did not lose the opportunity of exercising his sarcastical weapons, and the following jeu d’esprit was circulated.
Tis said that affected by fogs of November,
The Catch Club is in a sad case,
But by losing in time every mortified member,
The body’s recovering apace.