The First Russian Consul at Boston

"Oh! then, Alexis, cease thy lay,Nor think that Fame will ever payFor time thus idly thrown away,Or add to thy celebrity!"

"Critics there are, a set of snarling elves,Who think no merit due but to themselves;Who deal out praise, as nature deals out brains,Or Druggist like,—in pennyweights and grains!Yet scan their works, and what do we descry;Nought but pedantic nonsense meets their eye—Tis thus th' aspiring 'Censor' would be great,—But his own 'Cossac' justly seals his fate."