The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 48 pages of information about The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction.

The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 48 pages of information about The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction.

  Thus for the list of human woes,
  The pangs each mortal bosom knows,
    I find in snuff relief: 
  It makes me feel less sense of sorrow,
  When modern bards their verses borrow,
    And soothes my patriot grief.

  Then let me sing the praise of snuff—­
  Give me, ye gods, I pray, enough—­
    Let others boast their wine;
  Let some prefer the nice morceau
  And piquant joys of feasting know,
    The bliss of snuff be mine.

* * * * *

ODE ON A COLLEGE FEAST DAY.

(For the Mirror.)

  Hark! hear ye not yon footsteps dread
  That shook the hall with thundering tread? 
      With eager haste,
      The fellows past. 
    Each intent on direful work. 
  High lifts the mighty blade and points the deadly fork!

  But hark! the portals sound and pacing forth,
      With steps, alas! too slow,
  The college gips of high illustrious worth
      With all the dishes in long order go;
      In the midst, a form divine,
      Appears the fam’d Sir-loin;
      And soon with plums and glory crown’d,
      A mighty pudding sheds its sweets around. 
  Heard ye the din of dinner bray? 
      Knife to fork, and fork to knife: 
      Unnumber’d heroes through the glorious strife,
  Through fish, flesh, pies, and puddings cut their destin’d way.

  See, beneath the mighty blade,
      Gor’d with many a ghastly wound,
  Low the fam’d Sir-loin is laid,
      And sinks in many a gulph profound. 
      Arise, arise, ye sons of glory,
      Pies and puddings stand before ye;
      See, the ghosts of hungry bellies
      Point at yonder stand of jellies;
      While such dainties are beside ye. 
      Snatch the goods the gods provide ye: 
      Mighty rulers of this state,
      Snatch before it be too late,
  For, swift as thought, the puddings, jellies, pies,
  Contract their giant bulks, and shrink to pigmy size.

  From the table now retreating,
      All around the fire they meet,
  And, with wine, the sons of eating,
      Crown, at length, the mighty treat: 
        Triumphant plenty’s rosy graces
        Sparkle in their jolly faces: 
        And mirth and cheerfulness are seen
        In each countenance serene. 
        Fill high the sparkling glass,
          And drink the accustom’d toast;
          Drink deep, ye mighty host,
        And let the bottle pass. 
  Begin, begin, the jovial strain,
        Fill, fill, the mystic bowl,
  And drink, and drink, and drink again,
        For drinking fires the soul

  But soon, too soon, with one accord they reel
        Each on his seat begins to nod. 
  All conquering Bacchus’ power they feel,
        And pour libations to the jolly god. 
  At length with dinner, and with wine oppressed,
  Down in their chairs they sink, and give themselves to rest.

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