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TWO

LYRIC EPISTLES:

OR,

MARGERY THE COOK-MAID

TO THE

CRITICAL REVIEWERS.

I write a fad hand; but my Sister Margery, she writes better.

V. CRITICAL REVIEW for December, 1761.

Article, Fables for Grown Gentlemen.

P. 461. If the poor Highlander's Backfide be bound in chains, we think he has fome reafon to complain. If the Author himself was like a monkey chained to the chimney corner by the backfide, he might afford some diverfion to Margery the Cook-maid; but it is to be fuppofed he would not much relish the restraint.

MAR

MARGERY

TO THE

REVIEWERS.

BY the backfide! good lack, good lack!

Chain'd to the chimney corner like a monkey,

You are as fpiteful as a black,

That has been drinking drink for drunky.

I think I fee my Mafter leap and skip,

And whisk about his tail;

Just like a pinnace when she makes a trip,
And whisks about her fail,

So have I feen a Highlander retire,
And turn about to court the wind,
Shot by a cinder leaping from the fire
Amongst his precious parts behind.

Laugh! no, he need not be afraid,
Though 'twould be comical, no doubt,
To fee him fquatting like a maid;

And making water like a spout.

But I fhould laugh at you Reviewers,

If I could view your buttocks bare, Genteelly trufs'd and pink'd with skewers, And nicely larded like a Hare.

Nay, I could wish

To fee your backfides fing'd and flead,

Juft like your favourite dish,
A fingged hede:

To smell them favoury and reeky,

Like Cocky Leaky.

And as your Cook, at a fmith's forge,

Gives the fine flavour of the wool
To a fheep's fkull,

Which makes you eat till you regorge;

So the communication is fo great

Between your brains and your backfide,
Between the feat

Of Lazinefs and feat of Pride,

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