Salmagundi; or, The whim-whams and opinions of Launcelot Langstaff, esq. [pseud.] and others. By William Irving, James Kirke Paulding and Washington Irving. Printed from the original ed., with a preface and notes by Evert A. Duyckinck.

1 14 SALMAGUNDI.
Renown'd for gratitude and truth;
A little pest, hight TOMMY MOORE,
Who hopp'd and skipp'd our country o'er
Who sipp'd our tea and lived on sops,
Revell'd on syllabubs and slops,
And when his brain, of cobweb fine,
Was fuddled with five drops of wine,
Would all his puny loves rehearse,
And many a maid debauch-in verse.
Surprised to meet in open view,
A book of such lascivious hue,
I chid my nieces-but they say,'Tis all the passion of the day;
That many a fashionable belle
Will with enraptured accents dwell
On the sweet rnorceau she has found
In this delicious, curst, compound I
Soft do the tinkling numbers roll,
And lure to vice the unthinking soul;
They tempt by softer sounds away,
They lead entranced the heart astray;
And Satan's doctrine sweetly sing,
As with a seraph's heavenly string.
Such sounds, so good, old Homer sung,
Once warbled from the Siren's tongue;
Sweet melting tones were heard to pour
Along Ausonia's sun-gilt shore;
Seductive strains in oether float,
And every wild deceitful note
That could the yielding heart assail,
Were wafted on the breathing gale;