XII. He had also dim recollections Of pedlars tramping on their rounds; Milk-pans and pails; and odd collections Of saws, and proverbs; and reflections Old parsons make in burying-grounds. XIII. But Peter's verse was clear, and came It augured to the Earth. XIV. Like gentle rains, on the dry plains, Or like the sudden moon, that stains XV. For language was in Peter's hand A footman's yellow coat to wear, Peter, too proud of heart, I fear, Instantly gave the Devil warning. XVII. Whereat the Devil took offence, And swore in his soul a great oath then, "That for his damned impertinence, He'd bring him to a proper sense Of what was due to gentlemen!"— THAT mine enemy had written A book!"- cried Job: fearful curse; If to the Arab, as the Briton, 'Twas galling to be critic-bitten:— The Devil to Peter wished no worse. a II. When Peter's next new book found vent, The Devil to all the first Reviews A copy of it slily sent, With five-pound note as compliment, And this short notice-"Pray abuse." III. Then seriatim, month and quarter, Appeared such mad tirades. One said - "Peter seduced Mrs. Foy's daughter, Then drowned the mother in Ullswater, The last thing as he went to bed." IV. Another-"Let him shave his head! Where's Doctor Willis? Or is he joking? What does the rascal mean or hope, No longer imitating Pope, In that barbarian Shakespeare poking?" Once more, V. "Is incest not enough? And must there be adultery too? Grace after meat? Miscreant and Liar! Thief! Blackguard! Scoundrel! Fool! Hell fire Is twenty times too good for you. VI. "By that last book of yours we think You've double damned yourself to scorn; We warned you whilst yet on the brink You stood. From your black name will shrink The babe that is unborn." VII. All these Reviews the Devil made Safely to Peter's house conveyed. For carriage, tenpence Peter paid Untied them-read them - went half mad. VIII. "What!" cried he, "this is my reward For nights of thought, and days of toil? Do poets, but to be abhorred By men of whom they never heard, Consume their spirits' oil? |