See Johnson's angry Ghost, ye Gods, arise!
He drops his nether lip, and rolls his eyes;
And roars, " O Bozzy, Bozzy, spare the dead!
Raise not thy biographic guillotine;
Decapitate no more with that machine,
Nor frighten Horror with a second head: —
From Reynold's neck the ponderous weapon keep:
Cease, Anthropophagus , to murder sleep."
There is a wonderful energy, as well as sonorous sublimity, in this polysyllabic expression of the Ghost of our immortal Moralist and Lexicographer, not obvious to the minora sidera of Literature. The word anthropophagus is a derivative from the Greek, signifying man-eater ; and Mister James Boswell having regaled most plentifully on the Carcase of Doctor Johnson, and meaning to make as hearty a meal on the Body of Sir Joshua Reynolds, furnisheth the perturbed Spectre with an appellative of fortunate propriety.

Johnson and Reynolds, lo, for ever lost!
Of no great man has Bozzy now to boast;
Of no rich table now can Bozzy brag:
Indeed, like faded Beauties, he will say,
" Envy must own I've had my shining day." —
What wert thou? — an illuminated rag!
But what's become of boastful Bozzy now?
Deep sunk in mournful solitude art thou.
Amidst thy small tin-box, so drear and dark,
No courted Genius casts a lucky spark:
Nothing to gild thy solitary tinder,
Save the rude flint and steel of Peter Pindar.