--Literary Gazette.
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SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.
DISAGREEABLES.
BY THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD.
"For four things the earth is disquieted, and five which it
cannot bear." AGUR.
This world is a delightful place to dwell in,
And many sweet and lovely things are in it;
Yet there are sundry, at the which I have
A natural dislike, against all reason.
I never like A TAILOR. Yet no man
Likes a new coat or inexpressibles
Better than I do--few, I think, so well:
I can't account for this. The tailor is,
A far more useful member of society
Than is a poet;--then his sprightly wit,
His glee, his humour, and his happy mind
Entitle him to fair esteem. Allowed.
But then, his self-sufficiency;--his shape
So like a frame, whereon to hang a suit
Of dandy clothes;--his small straight back and arms,
His thick bluff ankles, and his supple knees,
Plague on't!--'Tis wrong--I do not like a tailor.
AN OLD BLUE-STOCKING MAID! Oh! that's a being,
That's hardly to be borne. Her saffron hue,
Her thinnish lips, close primmed as they were sewn
Up by a milliner, and made water-proof,
To guard the fount of wisdom that's within.
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