PATERSON'S ATTEMPT ON THE TEMPLE OF FAME. I. In that same year that Navarinian Ned Sent Turks to Mahomet by hundreds home, Up which the sons of men would sweat and foam "Twas called the Temple-dwelling-place of Fame, Where with a favoured few reposed the lofty Dame. II. Methought some guardian spirit of the place Goaded by wild ambition's serpent stings, Strained up the ascent, with danger, toil, and pain! Were still repulsed, and still returned again! ; III. Others, although with mighty trouble, wrought Themselves at length into this splendid mansion, Were cheered by those within, who, no doubt, thought They had to it a something of pretension; For these a crown the smiling goddess brought, Of never-fading flowers of fair expansion; And every class had marked a separate entry, Kings, Heroes, Bards, and all such other gentry. IV. Down on a long, long, well-worn seat, that stood And, out of pity, during the probation, Had found that form for their accommodation. V. Scarce had I occupied my seat an hour, Coughed, sneered, huzzaed, and hooted all their power; And what to such strange merriment gave birth Was, that a surgeon-bard, despite the porter, Had passed the gate-his Pegasus a mortar. VI. Whose strong right hand a ponderous pestle bore,. With which his steed he laboured till it rang, And undismayed, amid the vast uproar, In strains like those of bedlamite, still sang, His face had something I've ne'er seen before, Except in folks that are, as some say, wrang; 66 As for his nose, 'twas like a ripe wall-cherry VII. His satellites this luminary had: And this I learned, was their determination, That though they murdered Truth and put Fame mad, They'd take possession of her habitation, A sketch of them would make a sexton sad- Mere tippling, shirtless, coinless, would-be fops, VIII. One on the front, whose name was Puny Paul, Held a high place 'mong that enlightened crew: Purveyor of medicines he was withal, And poet-laureate to a well-known stew : Along his cheek was marked the midnight brawl, In traits conspicuous to the slightest view; Aye, his whole look and visage were as evil As he had been vicegerent of the Devil! IX. In bare but well-brushed trowsers, coat and hat, He whirled a cane-had seals, no watch thereat— His boots with Warren's blacking brightly shone, Though, by their hollow, loud, and empty knockings, They told at once his feet were void of stockings! X. In widow's weeds of tasteless disarray, Next in procession 'came a stately dame; Though tricky Time had marred her locks with grey, Proud was her air, and quick her eye of flame, And much there told she'd rather do than say; Her sons were numerous, nor unknown to Fame; As for her daughters, I some few have seen, To whom Diana might a handmaid been. XI. Old Killie she was called, who ne'er had yet Of fondness did she with the rest conspire K XII. Last came a lout of most unmeaning face, He was to circulate throughout the land. Self did supreme in's estimation stand; And where he lacked address and penetration, Had got a substitute called-affectation. XIII. With these, and more 'twere dangerous to describe, Our daring hero safely passed the portal, Trumpet procured from herald, by a bribe, And ranked his name among the bards immortal. Then what a riot rose among the tribe! Eager they seemed, and keen at the retort all; Bawled Burns, above the rest, "Do ye no ken, "The proverb says, 'Self-praise comes stinkin' ben?" " XIV. Still all unconscious of their wrath and din, He only listened to the other band Echo his tale; then with important grin Looked round, esteem and notice to command. The real attitude he then was in, If fitly drawn, would be a treat most grand; I've never yet beheld such selfish stare, |