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In the month of Janus,

When Boz to gain us,

Quite "miscellaneous,"

Flashed his wit so keen,

One, (Prout they call him,)

In style most solemn,

Led off the volume

Of his magazine.

Though Maga, 'mongst her

Bright set of youngsters,

Had many songsters

For her opening tome;

Yet she would rather

Invite "the Father,"

And an indulgence gather

From the Pope of Rome.

And, such a beauty

From head to shoe-tie,

Without dispute we

Found her first boy,

That she detarmined,

There's such a charm in 't,

The Father's sarmint

She'd again employ.

While other children

Are quite bewilderin',

'Tis joy that fill'd her in

This bantling; 'cause

What eye but glistens,

And what ear but listens,

When the clargy christens

A babe of Boz?

I've got a scruple

That this young pupil

Surprised its parent

Ere her time was sped;

Else I'm unwary,

Or, 'tis she's a fairy,

For in January

She was brought to bed.

This infant may be

A six months' baby,

But may his cradle

Be blest! say I;

And luck defend him!

And joy attend him!

Since we can't mend him,

Born in July.

He's no abortion,

But born to fortune,

And most opportune,

Though before his time;

Him, Muse, O! nourish,

And make him flourish

Quite Tommy-Moorish

Both in prose and rhyme!

I remember, also,

That this month they call so,

From Roman Julius

The "Cæsarian" styled;

Who was no gosling,

But, like this Boz-ling,

From birth a dazzling

And precocious child!