Scribbleomania Or, The Printer's Devil's Polichronicon. A Sublime Poem. Edited by Anser Pen-drag-on [i.e. S. W. H. Ireland] |
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Musical Doctors.
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Musical Doctors.
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirits are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no such man be trusted.
As physical doctors so late grac'd my strain,
Professors of music may next share the vein;
True harmony's offsprings, whose soul-thrilling measure
Oft wafts me from earth to the regions of pleasure:
So Busby o'er crotcheteers reigns overseer:
Of Address that's rejected he brings forth the spouter;
And true second Pan with Apollo dares wager,
That with him young master shall stand forth engager;
For which, I'll avouch, the great lord of Parnass
Crowns Midas papa with the ears of an ass.
No creature breathing stands better with himself than Doctor Busby: there is but one personage left, when he departs these terrestrial regions, who can possibly fill up the vast vacuum in perfectibility which must attend his exit, and that individual, O reader! is the doctor's son! But to be serious: this writer has very lately presented to the world his translation of Lucretius, which from the specimens I have read (for, to be candid, I have not perused the work throughout) is written in that pompous style which might be expected to flow from the writer in question. It cannot, however, be denied, that the doctor understood his original well, and upon the whole this labour will not disgrace his name. Of the rejected Address I shall say nothing; for as the conduct of our author has been sufficiently before the public on a former occasion, it would only be reviving an old grievance. In his harmonic vocation Dr. Busby some years back published a musical dictionary, which is concise and ably executed; but whatsoever may be his talents as a composer, I will not undertake to say further than that the music published under his name has never excited those emotions which the notes of a Jackson, Shield, Birnie, and Stevenson, never fail to excite in my breast.
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