OLD MACARONIC POEM.
To the Editor.
Sir,—I am a literary lounger, and diurnally amuse myself, during about four hours, in poring over old poetical MSS. in the British Museum: the result of yesterday’s idle labours was the accompanying transcript from a macaronic drinking song, which appears to me a very curious amalgamation of jollity and devotion. If you coincide in this opinion, perhaps you will honour its unknown author by inserting it in your delightful miscellany, which, like the diving bell, restores to the world many interesting relics of antiquity, and rescues them from eternal oblivion.
I am, sir, your obedient servant
and constant reader,
Le Flaneur.
Reading Room,
Brit. Mus. Nov. 22, 1827.
FROM the Cotton MS.
Vespasian A.xxv.
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