Though one such Nick, God knows, must be

A more than ample quantity,

Such are the marks by which to know
This stray'd or stolen Plenipo;

And whosoever brings or sends

The unhappy statesman to his friends,
On Carlton Terrace, shall have thanks,
And-any paper but the Bank's.

P.S.-Some think, the disappearance
Of this our diplomatic Peer hence
Is for the purpose of reviewing,
In person, what dear Mig is doing
So as to 'scape all tell-tale letters
'Bout B-s-d, and such abettors,
The only "wretches" for whose aid *
Letters seem not to have been made.

* "Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid."

POPE.

THE DANCE OF BISHOPS;

OR, THE EPISCOPAL QUADRILLE.*

A DREAM.

1833.

"Solemn dances were, on great festivals and celebrations, admitted among the primitive Christians, in which even the Bishops and dignified Clergy were performers. Scaliger says, that the first Bishops were called Præsules for no other reason than that they led off these dances.". pædia, art. Dances.

I'VE had such a dream- a frightful dream —
Though funny, mayhap, to wags 'twill seem,
By all who regard the Church, like us,
'Twill be thought exceedingly ominous !

As reading in bed I lay last night –
Which (being insured) is my delight—
I happen'd to doze off just as I got to
The singular fact which forms my motto.
Only think, thought I, as I doz'd away,
Of a party of Churchmen dancing the hay!
Clerks, curates, and rectors, capering all,
With a neat-legg'd Bishop to open the ball!

Cyclo

* Written on the passing of the memorable Bill, in the year 1833, for the abolition of ten Irish Bishoprics.

+ Literally, First Dancers.

Scarce had my eyelids time to close,

When the scene I had fancied before me rose

An Episcopal Hop, on a scale so grand

As my dazzled eyes could hardly stand.

For, Britain and Erin clubb'd their Sees

To make it a Dance of Dignities,

And I saw.

-oh brightest of Church events!

A quadrille of the two Establishments,

Bishop to Bishop vis-à-vis,

Footing away prodigiously.

There was Bristol capering up to Derry,
And Cork with London making merry;
While huge Llandaff, with a See, so so,
Was to dear old Dublin pointing his toe.
There was Chester, hatch'd by woman's smile,
Performing a chaine des Dames in style;

While he who, whene'er the Lords' House dozes,

Can waken them up by citing Moses*,

The portly Tuam, was all in a hurry

To set, en avant, to Canterbury.

*And what does Moses say?". One of the ejaculations with which this eminent prelate enlivened his famous speech on the Catholic question.

'Tis therefore impossible that Lord B.
Could stoop to such society,

Thinking, he owns (though no great prig),
For one in his station 'twere infra dig.
But he begs to propose, in the interim
(Till they find some prop'rer Peers for him),
His Highness of C-mb-d, as Sub,

To take his place at the Brunswick Club
Begging, meanwhile, himself to dub

Their obedient servant,

BELZEBUB.

It luckily happens, the R-y-1 Duke
Resembles so much, in air and look,
The head of the Belzebub family,
That few can any difference see;

Which makes him, of course, the better suit

To serve as Lord B.'s substitute.

PROPOSALS FOR A GYNECOCRACY.

ADDRESSED TO A LATE RADICAL MEETING.

"Quas ipsa decus sibi dia Camilla Delegit pacisque bonas bellique ministras."

VIRGIL.

As Whig Reform has had its range,
And none of us are yet content,
Suppose, my friends, by way of change,
We try a Female Parliament;

And since, of late, with he M. P.'s

We've fared so badly, take to she's

Petticoat patriots, flounc'd John Russells,

Burdetts in blonde, and Broughams in bustles.

The plan is startling, I confess

But 'tis but an affair of dress ;

Nor see I much there is to choose

"Twixt Ladies (so they're thorough bred ones)

In ribands of all sorts of hues,

Or Lords in only blue or red ones.

At least, the fiddlers will be winners,
Whatever other trade advances;