In vain-the Saint could see in his looks

(She civilly said) much tuneful lore; So, at once, all open'd their music-books, And herself and her Cherubs set off at score.

All night duets, terzets, quartets,
Nay, long quintets most dire to hear;
Ay, and old motets, and canzonets,
And glees, in sets, kept boring his ear.

He tried to sleep-but it wouldn't do;

So loud they squall'd, he must attend to 'em ; Though Cherubs' songs, to his cost he knew, Were like themselves, and had no end to 'em.

Oh judgment dire on judges bold,

Who meddle with music's sacred strains!

Judge Midas tried the same of old,

And was punish'd, like H-nl-y, for his pains.

But worse on the modern judge, alas!

Is the sentence launch'd from Apollo's throne; For Midas was given the ears of an ass,

While H-nl-y is doom'd to keep his own!

ADVERTISEMENT. *

1830.

MISSING or lost, last Sunday night,

A Waterloo coin, whereon was trac'd
The' inscription, "Courage!" in letters bright,
Though a little by rust of years defac'd.

The metal thereof is rough and hard,

And ('tis thought of late) mix'd up with brass; But it bears the stamp of Fame's award, And through all Posterity's hands will pass.

How it was lost, God only knows,

But certain City thieves, they say, Broke in on the owner's evening doze, And filch'd this "gift of gods" away!

* Written at that memorable crisis when a distinguished Duke, then Prime Minister, acting under the inspirations of Sir Cl-d-s H-nt-r and other City worthies, advised his Majesty to give up his announced intention of dining with the Lord Mayor.

One ne'er could, of course, the Cits suspect,
If we hadn't, that evening, chanc'd to see,
At the robb'd man's door, a Mare elect,
With an ass to keep her company.

Whosoe'er of this lost treasure knows,
Is begg'd to state all facts about it,
As the owner can't well face his foes,
Nor ev❜n his friends, just now, without it.

And if Sir Clod will bring it back,

Like a trusty Baronet, wise and able, He shall have a ride on the whitest hack

That's left in old King George's stable.

Among other remarkable attributes by which Sir Cl-d-s distinguished himself, the dazzling whiteness of his favourite steed was not the least conspicuous.

MISSING.

Carlton Terrace, 1832.

WHEREAS, Lord * * *

* de *

*

Left his home last Saturday,

And, though inquir'd for, round and round,
Through certain purlieus, can't be found;
And whereas, none can solve our queries
As to where this virtuous Peer is,
Notice is hereby giv'n, that all
May forthwith to inquiring fall,
As, once the thing's well set about,
No doubt but we shall hunt him out.

His Lordship's mind, of late, they say,
Hath been in an uneasy way.
Himself and colleagues not being let

To climb into the Cabinet,

To settle England's state affairs,

Hath much, it seems, unsettled theirs ;

And chief to this stray Plenipo

Hath been a most distressing blow.

Already, certain to receive a

Well-paid mission to the Neva,

And be the bearer of kind words

To tyrant Nick from Tory Lords, —
To fit himself for free discussion,

His Lordship had been learning Russian;

And all so natural to him were

The accents of the Northern bear,

That, while his tones were in your ear, you
Might swear you were in sweet Siberia.
And still, poor Peer, to old and young,
He goes on raving in that tongue;
Tells you how much you would enjoy a
Trip to Dalnodoubrowskoya*;
Talks of such places, by the score, on
As Oulisfflirmchinagoboron +,

And swears (for he at nothing sticks)
That Russia swarms with Raskol-niks ‡,

*In the Government of Perm.

†Territory belonging to the mines of Kolivano-Kosskres

sense.

The name of a religious sect in Russia. "Il existe en Russie plusieurs sectes; la plus nombreuse est celle des Raskol-niks, ou vrai-croyants."-GAMBA, Voyage dans la Russie Meridionale.