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And my wish is, in truth, that the best of old I am proud to declare I have no predilections, 3 fellows
My heart is a sieve, where some scatter'd affections Should not, on recovering, have cause to be jealous, Are just danc'd about for a moment or two, But find that, while he has been laid on the shelf, And the finer they are, the more sure to run We've been all of us nearly as mad as himself.
through: You smile at my hopes — but the Doctors and I, Neither feel I resentments, nor wish there should Are the last that can think the K-ng ever will die.'
To mortal — except (now I think on't) Beau A new era's arriv'd?, - though you'd hardly Br-mm-1 believe it
Who threaten'd last year, in a superfine passion, And all things, of course, must be new to receive it. To cut me, and bring the old Kếng into fashion. New villas, new fêtes (which ev'n Waithman at- This is all I can lay to my conscience at present; tends)—
When such is my temper, so neutral, so pleasant, New saddles, new helmets, and — why not new So royally free from all troublesome feelings, friends ?
So little encumber'd by faith in my dealings
What I was at Newmarket the same I am now).
“ To meet with the gen’rous and kind approbation North, South, East, and West, they have cut such“ Of a candid, enlightend, and liberal nation.”
a figure, That soon they will bring the whole world round By the bye, ere I close this magnificent Letter,
(No man, except Pole, could have writ you a AI leave us no friends—but Old Nick ar Algiers. better,)
”Twould please me if those, whom I've humbug'd When I think of the glory they've beam'd on so long my chains,
With the notion (good men !) that I knew right ”Tis enough quite to turn my illustrious brains. It is true we are bankrupts in commerce and riches, Would a few of them join me -mind, only a few But think how we find our Allies in new breeches! To let too much light in on me never would do; We've lost the warm hearts of the Irish, 'tis granted, But even Grey's brightness shan't make me afraid, But then we've got Java, an island much wanted, While I've C-md-n and Eld-n to fly to for To put the last lingering few who remain,
shade; Of the Walcheren warriors, out of their pain. Nor will Holland's clear intellect do us much harm, Then how Wellington fights! and how squabbles While there's W-stm-rel-nd near him to his brother!
weaken the charm. For Papists the one, and with Papists the other; As for Moira's high spirit, if aught can subdue it, One crushing Napoleon by taking a City, Sure joining with H-rtf—rd and Y-rm—th will While t’other lays waste a whole Cath’lic Com
do it! mittee.
Between R-d-r and Wh-rt-n let Sheridan sit, Oh deeds of renown!- shall I boggle or flinch, And the fogs will soon quench even Sheridan's wit: With such prospects before me? by Jove, not an And against all the pure public feeling that glows inch.
Evin in Whitbread himself we've a Host in G-rge No-let England's affairs go to rack, if they will, R-se! We'll look after th' affairs of the Continent still ; So, in short, if they wish to have Places, they And, with notbing at home but starvation and riot,
may, Find Lisbon in bread, and keep Sicily quiet. And I'll thank you to tell all these matters to Grey',
I certainly am the last person in the kingdom to whom it can be permitted to despair of our royal father's recovery." - Prince's Letter.
? " A new era is now arrived, and I cannot but reflect with satisfaction," &c. – Ibid.
4" I cannot conclude without expressing the gratification I should feel if some of those persons with whom the early habits of my public life were formed would strengthen my hands, and constitute a part of my government." - Ibid.
3. " I have no predilections to indulge, - no resentments to gratify.” – Ibid.
$ “ You are authorized to communicate these sentiments to Lord Grey, who, I have no doubt, will make them known to Lord Grenville." - Ibid.
Ranging these in order due, Pluck me next an old Cuckoo; Emblem of the happy fates Of easy, kind, cornuted mates. Pluck him well — be sure you doWho wouldn't be an old Cuckoo, Thus to have his plumage blest, Beaming on a R-y-1 crest?
Bravo, Plumist!--now what bird Shall we find for Plume the third ? You must get a learned Owl, Bleakest of black-letter fowl, Bigot bird, that hates the light, 3 Foe to all that's fair and bright. Seize his quills, (so form'd to pen Books “, that shun the search of men ;
Thursday. At Levee to-day made another sad blunder What can be come over me lately, I wonder ? The Pr-ce was as cheerful, as if, all his life, He had never been troubled with Friends or a
Wife “ Fine weather,” says he — to which I, who must
prate, Answered, “ Yes, Sir, but changeable rather, of late.” He took it, I fear, for he look'd somewhat gruff, And handled his new pair of whiskers so rough, That before all the courtiers I fear'd they'd come
off, And then, Lord, how Geramb 6 would triumph
I" I shall send a copy of this letter immediately to Mr. Perceval." – Prince's Letter. * See Prior's poem, entitled “ The Dove." 3 P-re-1-1
4 In allusion to “ the Book " which created such a sens. ation at that period.
5 The incog. vehicle of the Pr-ce.
Mem. — to buy for son Dicky some unguentor lotion Cried aloud, one and all, “ Come, your Godships To nourish his whiskers-sure road to promotion !! must pack
“ You'll not do for us, though you may do for Saturday.
Then, trampling these images under their feet, My Lord loves music, and, we know,
They sent Crack a petition, beginning “ Great Has “two strings always to his bow." 2
Cæsar! In choosing songs, the R—g-t nam'd “ We're willing to worship; but only entreat “ Had I a heart for falsehood fram’d.”
“ That you'll find us some decenter Godheads While gentle H—rtf—d begg'd and pray'd
than these are." For “ Young I am, and sore afraid.”
“ I'll try,” says King Crack — so they furnish'd
him models Of better shap'd Gods, but he sent them all
Some were chisellid too fine, some had heads 'stead
of noddles, What news to-day?- Oh! worse and worse —
In short, they were all much too godlike for
So he took to his darling old Idols again,
places. KING CRACK 4 AND HIS IDOLS.
King Crack was the best of all possible Kings,
WHAT'S MY THOUGHT LIKE ? gladly,) But Crack now and then would do het’rodox things, Quest
. Why is a Pump like V-sc-nt C—stl— And, at last, took to worshipping Images sadly.
r-gh? Some broken-down Idols, that long had been placa Answ. Because it is a slender thing of wood,
That and down its awkward arm doth sway, In his father's old Cabinet, pleas’d him so much,
And coolly spout and spout and spout away, That he knelt down and worshipp'd, though — such
In one weak, washy, everlasting flood! was his taste!They were monstrous to look at, and rotten to
And these were the beautiful Gods of King
| England is not the only country where merit of this kind is noticed and rewarded. " I remember," says Tavernier, " to have seen one of the King of Persia's porters, whose mustaches were so long that he could tie them behind his neck, for which reason he had a double pension."
2. A rhetorical figure used by Lord C-sl-r-gh, in one of his speeches.
3 Colonel M-cm-h-n.
4 One of those antediluvian Princes, with whom Manetho and Whiskon seem so intimately acquainted. If we had the Memoirs of Thoth, from which Manetho coinpiled his History, we should find, I dare say, that Crack was only a Regent, and that he, perhaps, succeeded Typhon, who (as Whiston says) was the last King of the Antedılurian Dynasty.
AND HIS R-Y-L-GHNSS THE D-E OF
Next, our C—stl—r-gh to crown,
That's enough-away, away —
HITHER, Flora, Queen of Flowers!
DIALOGUE BETWEEN A DOWAGER AND HER MAID
ON THE NIGHT OF LORD Y-RM—TH'S FÊTE.
First you must then, willy-nilly,
“I want the Court Guide," said my lady, “to look “ If the House, Seymour Place, be at 30. or
20.”— “ We've lost the Court Guide, Ma'am, but here's
the Red Book, Where you'll find, I dare say, Seymour Places
HORACE, ODE XI. LIB. II.
Find me next a Poppy posy,
6 COME, Y-rm—th, my boy, never trouble your
The Emperor Boney,
1 Edward Byrne, the head of the Delegates of the Irish 4 The sobriquet given to Lord Sidmouth. Catholics.
5 This and the following are extracted from a Work, 1 The ancients, in like manner, crowned their Lares, or which may, some time or other, meet the eye of the PublicHousehold Gods. See Juvenal, Sat. 9. iv. 138. — Plutarch, entitled “ Odes of Horace, done into English by several Perto, tells us that Household Gods were then, as they are now, sons of Fashion." ** mach given to War and penal Statutes."- igieuwdus xas ter usus dauunas.
Quid bellicosus Cantaber, et Scythes, Certain tinsel imitations of the Shamrock which are dis
Hirpine Quincti, cogitet, Hadria tributed by the Servants of C-n House every Pa
Divisus objecto, remittas trick's Day.
i Nor tremble, my lad, at the state of our granaries:
Should there come famine,
Still plenty to cram in You always shall have, my dear Lord of the
While Otto of Roses
Refreshing all noses Shall sweetly exhale from our whiskers and wigs.
Brisk let us revel, while revel we may; 2 For the gay bloom of fifty soon passes away,
And then people get fat,
And infirm, and — all that, 3 And a wig (I confess it) so clumsily sits,
That it frightens the little Loves out of their wits;
9 What youth of the Household will cool our Noyau
In that streamlet delicious,
Romantic doth flow?-
Unto M- -ch- Sq-e,
Go-bid her haste hither, " And let her bring with her The newest No-Popery Sermon that's going — 12 Oh! let her come, with her dark tresses flowing,
All gentle and juvenile, curly and gay,
4 Thy whiskers, too, Y-rm-th!-alas, even they,
Though so rosy they burn,
Too quickly must turn (What a heart-breaking change for thy whis
kers!) to Grey.
5 Then why, my Lord Warden, oh! why should
you fidget Your mind about matters you don't understand? Or why should you write yourself down for an
idiot, Because “you,” forsooth,“ have the pen in
HORACE, ODE XXII. LIB. I.
FREELY TRANSLATED BY LORD ELD-N.
your hand !”
13 The man who keeps a conscience pure,
(If not his own, at least his Prince's,) Through toil and danger walks secure,
Looks big and black, and never winces.
Think, think how much better
Should avoid by the bye,) i How much pleasanter 'tis to sit under the bust Of old Charley 7, my friend here, and drink
like a new one; While Charley looks sulky and frowns at me, just As the Ghost in the Pantomime frowns at Dor
In C-mb-rl-nd's garden
14 No want has he of sword or dagger,
Cock'd hat or ringlets of Geramb; Though Peers may laugh, and Papists swagger,
He doesn't care one single d-mn.
15 Whether midst Irish chairmen going,
Or through St. Giles's alleys dim, 'Mid drunken Sheelahs, blasting, blowing,
No matter, 'tis all one to him.
Nec trepides in usum
Neque uno Luna rubens nitet
Quid æternis minorem
Consiliis animum fatigas ? 6 Cur non sub alta vel platano, vel hac
Pinu jacentes sic temere. 7 Charles Fox.
Dum licet, Assyriaque nardo
Quis puer ocius
Restinguet ardentis Falerni
Pocula prætereunte lympha ?
Eburna, dic age, cum lyra (qu. liar-a)
Fusce, pharetra. 15
Sive per Syrtes iter æstuosas,
Lambit Hydaspes. The Noble Translator had, at first, laid the scene of these imagined dangers of his Man of Conscience among the Pa