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Miscellaneous writings of the late Dr. Maginn

edited by Dr. Shelton Mackenzie

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A Twist-imony in Favour of Gin-Twist.
  
  
  
  
  
  
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A Twist-imony in Favour of Gin-Twist.
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An humble imitation of that admirable Poem, the Ex-ale-tation of Ale, attributed by grave authors to Bishop Andrews, on which point is to be consulted, Francis, Lord Verulam, a celebrated Philosopher, who has been lately bescoped-and tendencied by Macvey Napier, Esq.

Running Index of Matters.

1

At one in the morn, as I went staggering home,

Proœm.


With nothing at all in my hand, but my fist,
At the end of the street, a good youth I did meet
Who ask'd me to join in a jug of gin-twist.

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“Though 'tis late,” I replied, “and I'm muggy beside,

Gin-twist.


Yet, an offer like this I could never resist;
So let's waddle away, sans a moment's delay,
And in style we'll demolish your jug of gin-twist.”

3

The friends of the grape, may boast of rich Cape,

Wines.


Hock, Claret, Madeira, or Lachryma Christ,
But this muzzle of mine was never so fine,
As to value them more than a jug of gin-twist.

4

The people of Nantz, in the Kingdom of France,

Brandy.


Bright brandy they brew, liquor not to be hiss'd;
It may do as a dram, but, 'tis not worth a damn,
When water'd, compared with a jug of gin-twist.

5

Antigua, Jamaica,—they certainly make a

Rum.


Grand species of rum, which should ne'er be dismiss'd;
It is splendid as grog, but never, you dog,
Esteem it as punch, like a jug of gin-twist.

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6

Cold punch

Ye Bailies of Glasgow! Wise men of the West!

Without your rum bowls, you'd look certainly tristes;
Yet I laugh when I'm told, that liquor so cold
Is as good as a foaming hot jug of gin-twist.

7

Potsheen

The bog-trotting Teagues, in clear whiskey delight,

Preferring potsheen to all drinks that exist;
I grieve, ne'ertheless, that it does not possess
The juniper smack of a jug of gin-twist.

8

Farintosh

Farintosh and Glenlivit, I hear, are the boast

Of those breechesless heroes, the Sons of the Mist;
But, may I go choke, if that villainous smoke
I'd name in a day with a jug of gin-twist.

9

The Celtic

Yet the Celtic I love, and should join them, by Jove!

Though Glengarry should vow I'd no right to enlist;
For that Chief, do you see, I'd not care a bawbee,
If strongly entrench'd o'er a jug of gin-twist.

10

Kilts

One rule they lay down is the reason, I own,

Why from joining their plaided array I desist;
Because they declare, that no one shall wear
Of breeches a pair, o'er their jugs of gin-twist.

11

Breeches

This is plainly absurd, I give you my word,

Of this bare-rump'd reg'lation I ne'er saw the gist;
In my gay corduroys, can't these philabeg boys
Suffer me to get drunk o'er my jug of gin-twist?

12

Rack

In India they smack a liquor call'd rack,

Which I never quaff'd, (at least that I wist;)
I'm told 'tis like tow in its taste, and so,
Very different stuff from a jug of gin-twist.

13

Porter and Ale

As for porter and ale—'fore Gad, I turn pale,

When people on such things as these can insist;
They may do for dull clods, but, by all of the gods!
They are hog-wash when match'd with a jug of gin-twist,

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14

Why tea we import, I could never conceive;

Tea.


To the mandarin folk, to be sure, it brings grist;
But in our western soils, the spirits it spoils,
While to heaven they are raised by a jug of gin-twist.

15

Look at Hazlitt and Hunt, most unfortunate pair!

Hazlit, Hunt, Bohea. Z


Black and blue from the kicks of a stern satirist;
But would Mynheer Izzard once trouble their gizzard,
If bohea they exchanged for a jug of gin-twist?

16

Leibnitz held that this earth was the first of all worlds,

Leibnitz.


And no wonder the buck was a firm optimist;
For 'twas always his use, as a proof to adduce,
Of the truth of his doctrine, a jug of gin-twist.

17

It cures all the vapours and mulligrub capers;

Howard.


It makes you like Howard, the philanthro-pist;
Woe, trouble, and pain, that bother your brain,
Are banish'd out clean, by a jug of gin-twist.

18

You turn up your nose at all your foes,

Law of libel.


Abuse you, traduce you, they may if they list:
The lawyers, I'm sure, would look very poor,
If their clients would stick to their jugs of gin-twist.

19

There's Leslie, my friend, who went ramstam to law,

Mr. Leslie and Dr. Olinthus Petre.


Because Petre had styled him a poor Hebraist;
And you see how the Jury, in spite of his fury,
Gave him comfort far less than one jug of gin-twist.

20

And therefore, I guess, Sir, the celebre Professor,

Leslie and Kit North.


Even though culpably quizz'd as a mere sciolist,

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Would have found it much meeter, to have laugh'd at old Petre,
And got drunk with Kit North o'er a jug of gin-twist.

21

Stranguary.

Its medical virtues ------ [OMITTED] [OMITTED]

------ a jug of gin-twist.

22

Brockden Brown.

By its magical aid, a toper is made,

Like Brockden Brown's hero, a ventriloquist;
For my belly cries out, with an audible shout,
“Fill up every chink with a jug of gin-twist.”

23

Cosmogony.

Geologers all, great, middling, and small,

Whether fiery Plutonian or wet Neptunist,
Most gladly, it seems, seek proofs for their schemes,
In the water, or spirit, of a jug of gin-twist.

24

Geology.

These grubbers of ground, (whom God may confound!)

Forgetting transition, trap, hornblende, or schist,
And all other sorts, think only of quartz—
I mean, of the quarts in a jug of gin-twist.

25

Parnassus.

Though two dozen of verse I've contriv'd to rehearse,

Yet still I can sing like a true melodist;
For they are but asses, who think that Parnassus
In spirit surpasses a jug of gin-twist.

26

The Massora.

It makes you to speak Dutch, Latin, or Greek;

Even learning Chinese very much 'twould assist:
I'll discourse you in Hebrew, provided that ye brew
A most Massorethical jug of gin-twist.

27

The Picturesque.

When its amiable stream, all enveloped in steam,

Is dash'd to and fro by a vigorous wrist,
How sweet a cascade every moment is made
By the artist who fashions a jug of gin-twist!

28

Whiggery.

Sweet stream! there is none but delights in thy flow,

Save that vagabond villain, the Whig atheist;

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For done was the job for his patron, Sir Bob,
When he dared to wage war 'gainst a jug of gin-twist.

29

Don't think, by its name, from Geneva it came,

John Calvin.


The sour little source of the Kirk Calvinist—
A fig for Jack Calvin, my processes alvine
Are much more rejoiced by a jug of gin-twist.

30

Let the Scotsman delight in malice and spite,

Michael Angelo Taylor, Esq., M. P., &c.


The black-legs at Brooke's, in hazard or whist;
Tom Dibdin in books—Micky Taylor in cooks,
My pleasure is fixed in a jug of gin-twist.

31

Though the point of my nose grow as red as a rose,

Precious stones.


Or rival in hue a superb amethyst,
Yet no matter for that, I tell you 'tis flat,
I shall still take a pull at a jug of gin-twist.

32

There was old Cleobulus, who meaning to fool us,

Wise Men of Greece.


Gave out for his saying, to metpon apist';
But he'd never keep measure, if he had but the pleasure
Of washing his throat with a jug of gin-twist.

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33

Kisses.

There are dandies and blockheads, who vapour and boast

Of the favours of girls they never have kiss'd;
That is not the thing, and therefore by jing!
I kiss while I'm praising my jug of gin-twist.

34

Plato

While over the glass, I should be an ass,

To make moping love like a dull Platonist;
That ne'er was my fashion, I swear that my passion
In as hot as itself for a jug of gin-twist.

35

Θαλαττα θαλαττα.

Although it is time to finish my rhyme,

Yet the subject's so sweet, I can scarcely desist;
While its grateful perfume is delighting the room,
How can I be mute o'er a jug of gin-twist?

36

God save the King.

Yet since I've made out, without any doubt,

Of its merits and glories a flourishing list,
Let us end with a toast, which we cherish the most,
Here's “God save the King!” in a glass of gin-twist.

Moral.

Then I bade him good night in a most jolly plight,
But I'm sorry to say that my footing I missed;
All the stairs I fell down, so I batter'd my crown,
And got two black eyes from a jug of gin-twist.