Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1842-04-23
SATIRE WELL-AIMEp!

SAFlhE WELL-AlMED!
fErom the Marion, Ala Herald)
We take psrticular pleasure in directing the at
,sn,;on Of the &euder TO THE Bustle," BY mem
Der Of the Literary and Philosophical Society,"
The lines are really beautiful and caustc. and we
must say the subject which he satirizes is one at
which ridicue may with great propriety be directed
lat least in the opinions Of the gentlemen
THE BUsTLE.
Haste, Venus! daughter' Of the purple wave,
Unyeil on earth thy radiant charms no more.
HE maid Of beauty to thy coral cave,
Thy peerless reign alas! too soon is Ger.
Nor longer now ye artless Graces rise,
Your forms in sweet perfection to display;
Love, grace, and beauty with the goddess dies,
Since now Ia mode proclaims the "Bustle's" sway.
Hail, humpback'd muse! if such muse there be,
OF Gods begat or of the briny sea,
List to my song, sweet goddess now attend.
And with my verse thy bumpiest numbers blend.
From Helicon, or from Parnassus' height,
Look Ger my page and guide my pen Alright.
Tell me ye daughters Of the tuneful Nine,
If one of you e'er wore bump behind!
Tell me, ye sisters of the graceful! Three,
If such bump on one Of you there be!
Oh say sweet goddess Of the nimble chase,
Does such bump your outward woman grace!
Proclaim it mistress of the rosy morn
Does such bump your outward Eve adorn!
Speak, gentle Hebe, thou fairest of the fair.
And if hump thou hast, sweet goddess tell us
where.
Hail, beauteous Psyche! whom astiess Nature
blest.
With charms by far more perfect than the rest;
In praise of whom, both gods and men combine,
Say lovely sprite, wsarest thou bump behind!
In vain, alas! the sculptor's god.liks art,
Bids grace and beauty into being start!
In vain he moulds the female form divine,
If Venus lacks an extra hump behind!
In vain, Apollo strikes the tuneful Tyre,
And all the MUSES. in her praise conspire!
Even Poets sing, mid Temples fewery maze,
And Gods combine to utter forth her praise!
All, nc! 'mong all in vain seek to find,
A maid who wears hump Behind.
Proclaim it daughters of the tuneful choir,
And touch my song with notes of liquid fire,
Whilst now | sing Of etiquette, the laws,
Extol Ia mode, and plead a "Bustle's" cause.
Hail, beautious hump! mysterious hustle say!
Art thou composed, and dost thou claim
A local situation and a name!
Say whence thou sprung, and what thy use and end
And these promise with my verse 20 blend.
Thou art, indeed, the pride of every belle,
Who delights at all to cut an extra swell,
And, by thy aid, secure the utmost honor
That feathers, rags or hay, can heap upon her.
I know Of humps, at least n score in all,
Which have been worn from time immemorial:
To.wit-the back the shoulders; and It's said,
That humps abound the smoothest head.
Now, if from these paternity yon claim,
Then tell me, pray! what is your proper name'
Some call thee Bishop 'Bunkey,' 'Tournrre,
And others, by at least dozen more.
But now, forsooth, myself will call thee 'Bustle,
Which means, you know to frisk about and hustle
Or move at least, within so small a compass,
As not to raise riot, row, or rumpus.
But these aside, in thee alone we find,
Love, grace and beauty, in one heap combin'd
In thee alone, new beauties rise and live.
Which only art and etiquette can give,
Among the grave, the gay, the sad or merry,
Each maid displays, hump Ia Dromedary;
The rich, the poor, tho duns and debts entramme
Are found equipped, Ia a Ia mode de Camel.
The young, the old, tho long since tired of fashio
Alike delight, the extra lump to lash on.
Inuu.h, tits strange, the Gods should thus mistak
And place such beauties Dromey's back,
When Venus sure, this mark of grace should cai
And raise complete, her beauty, back, and fame.
Hail, wond'rous age! when Natures perfect Law
Resigns the contest to bag Of straw;
When fashion bold, embracing every within,
Arguments the form where Nature fain would tr
And taste, as tickle as the fleeing wind,
Must needs attach an extra hump behind;
While youth and beauty. bending meath the load
Becomes martyr TO the laws de mode.
But, spite of these I'll pleada Bust,es cause,
Extol Ia mode, and emulate the laws.
The age, the custom, etiquette and taste,
The largest hustle, and the slenderest waist;
And if for these I'm favored by the fair,
IN add the grace, the manners and the air,
For all are written in that perfect code,
The laws rf Fashion, OF in French Ia mode
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