The Hybrids, An Epi-comic Satire

WITH passengers and boxes all aboard, With pitch abounding and with brimstone stored, With each convenience science can afford, With hellish flames beneath that hissed and roare...

IN patching up this coat from tatters rotten, Be sure the sable cloth was not forgotten. And fit, indeed, that moral bridge-contractors Have place, as well as moral malefactors;...

AT last, when all had howled and shrieked their fill— Her trumpet each had blowed, at freest will— Had fought and wrangled to her topmost bent— When wild tempestous fury all was...

Wherein is found a full and true relation Of tribal gathering in convocation, Designed and called by sundry faded beauties, For reconstructing man’s revolted duties, Of such dis...