Why, says an indignant poet, should Mr. ROLLE alone, of all the geniuses that distinguish the present period, be thought the only person of worth or talents enough to give birth and name to an immortal effusion of divine poesy? He questions not that great man’s pretensions; far from it; he reveres his ancestors, adores his talents, and feels something hardly short of idolatry towards his manners and accomplishments.—But still, why such profusion of distinction towards one, to the exclusion of many other high characters? Our Poet professes to feel this injustice extremely, and has made the following attempt to rescue one deserving man from so unmerited an obloquy. The reader will perceive the measure to be an imitation of that which has been so deservedly admired in our immortal bard, in his play of “As You Like It.”

From the East to the Western Inde
No Jewel is like Rosalind;
Her worth being mounted on the wind,
Thro’ all the world bears Rosalind, &c. &c.

This kind of verse is adopted by the poet to avoid any appearance of too servile an imitation of the ROLLIAD. He begins,

Ye patriots all, both great and small,
Resign the palm to DELAVAL;
The virtues would’st thou practise all,
So in a month did DELAVAL.
A patriot first both stout and tall,
Firm for the day was DELAVAL.
The friend to court, where frowns appal,
The next became good DELAVAL.—
Wilt thou against oppression bawl?
Just so did valiant DELAVAL!
Yet in a month, thyself enthral,
So did the yielding DELAVAL:
Yet give to both, a dangerous fall,
So did reflecting DELAVAL.
If resignation’s good in all,
Why so it is in DELAVAL:
For if you p—- against a wall,
Just so you may ’gainst DELAVAL:
And if with foot you kick a ball,
E’en so you may—a DELAVAL.
’Gainst influence would’st thou vent thy gall,
Thus did the patriot DELAVAL:
Yet servile stoop to Royal call,
So did the loyal DELAVAL.
What friend to Freedom’s fair-built Hall,
Was louder heard than DELAVAL?
Yet who the Commons rights to maul,
More stout was found than DELAVAL?
—’Gainst Lords and Lordlings would’st thou brawl,
Just so did he—SIR DELAVAL:
Yet on thy knees, to honours crawl,
Oh! so did he—LORD DELAVAL.
An evil sprite possessed SAUL,
And so it once did DELAVAL.
Music did soon the sense recal,
Of ISRAEL’s King, and DELAVAL,
SAUL rose at DAVID’s vile cat-call.
—Not so the wiser DELAVAL:
’Twas money’s sweetest sol, la fal,
That chear’d the sense of DELAVAL—
When royal power shall instal,
With honours new LORD DELAVAL;
Who won’t say—the miraculous hawl
Is caught by faithful DELAVAL?
’Gainst rapine would’st thou preach like Paul,
Thus did religious DELAVAL:
Yet screen the scourges of Bengal,
Thus did benignant DELAVAL.
To future times recorded shall
Be all the worths of DELAVAL:
E’en OSSIAN, or the great FINGAL,
Shall yield the wreath to DELAVAL.
From Prince’s court to cobler’s stall,
Shall sound the name of DELAVAL:
For neither sceptre nor the awl,
Are strong and keen as DELAVAL.—
Some better praise, than this poor scrawl,
Shall sing the fame of DELAVAL:
For sure no song can ever pall,
That celebrates great DELAVAL:
Borne on all fours, the fame shall sprawl.
To latest time—of DELAVAL:
Then come, ye Nine, in one great squall,
Proclaim the worths of DELAVAL.

[The annotations of the learned are expected.]