A book that is commonly edited by a fool. Many persons of some small distinction compile scrap-books containing whatever they happen to read about themselves or employ others to collect. One of these egotists was addressed in the lines following, by Agamemnon Melancthon Peters:
Dear Frank, that scrap-book where you boast You keep a record true Of every kind of peppered roast That's made of you;
Wherein you paste the printed gibes That revel round your name, Thinking the laughter of the scribes Attests your fame;
Where all the pictures you arrange That comic pencils trace -- Your funny figure and your strange Semitic face --
Pray lend it me. Wit I have not, Nor art, but there I'll list The daily drubbings you'd have got Had God a fist.