PAST AND PRESENT. (From The Owl.) The rolling months have passed away, 'Mid pain and pleasure fleeting, Since ..
... empty noddle ; They sing the might Beauty's light, And scourge the sons of Twaddle. Not ours the task, with satire wild, mangle Whig or Tory, Though ranters rave in frantic stave, Though Humbug's head hoary: Give us but men ol steadfast creed, And judgment ...