THE PUFFIAD. PART II. "Puff him up with glory, till it swell And break him.” Denham, "Quid referam, quantâ siccum jecur ardeat irâ, Quum populum-premit hic spoliator,"—Juv. 1. THUS having mark'd the morals of the time, The trot of Dulness and the march of Crime, Fountain of Puffs! to thee-to thee belong The flaming wonders of our future song. And what a man of privilege art thou ! Come forth, my hero! rear thy brazen brow: While peerless Scott, whose vast Shakspearian mind Like a new world hath open'd on mankind, Is forced to sound the caverns of his soul, Thou, in thy happier rank, at ease can rule, And turn the reading herd one mighty fool! Doom'd to attract, and triumph over all; See the great master-passion faint away ! And Puff retires to chuckle o'er his gain! Close to that street where noontide puppies haste, To pull the whisker and to sport the waist, Where, long and lean, an apish concourse meet, And scent, like civet cats, the crowded street, Hence Ramsgate tourists, full of far renown, Noticula Quædam. * “ Ambubaiarum collegia, pharmacopolæ, Mendici, mimæ, balatrones, hoc genus omne."-Hor. Hence novel-vampers, fraught with lackey lore, Supply St. James's with their kitchen store; Hence reminiscent rubbish, picked from brains Addled and heavy with their rakish pains, In fat octavos pester all the isle With slip-slop, nasty, venomous, and vile; Hence hungry hermits, Bow-Street blackguards, all Book-vamping reptiles in this earthly ball, In fetid volumes on the world intrude, Spurr'd by the vulgar wish of getting food. To this book-ars'nal, all who want a name, Resort, and in an antechamber sit, Their inky stuff, all duly smug and fit ; The glass door opes-a well-bred tool appears, With smiles that shuffle from his mouth to ears; A nimble one, and nicely formed to be A pliant piece of snug duplicity ; No shop-bred pertness, or buffoon grimace, More courtly he! unlike that lump of →→ True to the trade, his tact determines well, D 5 |