For some little gift on my birth-day-September My head swam around the wretch smil'd, I (Ah, little I thought who the shopman would prove,) To bespeak me a few of those mouchoirs de poche, Which, in happier hours, I have sigh'd for, my love believe, But his smiling, alas, could no longer deceive- And, pale as a ghost, I was carried back hither! (The most beautiful things-two Napoleons the "A staunch Revolutionist always I've thought him, price And one's name in the corner embroider'd so nice!) Well, with heart full of pleasure, I enter'd the shop, But-ye Gods, what a phantom!-I thought I should drop There he stood, my dear DOLLY-no room for a doubt "But now I find out he's a Counter one, BIDDY!" Only think, my dear creature, if this should be To that saucy, satirical thing, Miss MALONE! There, behind the vile counter, these eyes saw It will spread through the country- and never, him stand, With a piece of French cambric, before him roll'd out, oh, never Can BIDDY be seen at Kilrandy again! Farewell- I shall do something desp'rate, I fear And that horrid yard-measure uprais'd in his And, ah! if my fate ever reaches your ear, hand! Oh— Papa, all along, knew the secret, 'tis clear— The man, whom I fondly had fancied a King, One tear of compassion my DOLL will not grudge BIDDY FUDGE. Nota bene-I am sure you will hear, with delight, THOUGH it was the wish of the Members of the Poco-curante Society (who have lately done me the honour of electing me their Secretary) that I should prefix my name to the following Miscellany, it is but fair to them and to myself to state, that, except in the "painful pre-eminence" of being employed to transcribe their lucubrations, my claim to such a distinction in the title-page is not greater than that of any other gentleman, who has contributed his share to the contents of the volume. I had originally intended to take this opportunity of giving some account of the origin and objects of our Institution, the names and characters of the different members, &c. &c.-but, as I am at present preparing for the press the First Volume of the "Transactions of the Poco-curante Society," I shall reserve for that occasion all further details upon the subject; and content myself here with referring, for a general insight into our tenets, to a Song which will be found at the end of this work, and which is sung to us on the first day of every month, by one of our oldest members, to the tune of (as far as I can recollect, being no musician,) either "Nancy Dawson" or "He stole away the Bacon." It may be as well also to state, for the information of those critics, who attack with the hope of being answered, and of being, thereby, brought FABLE I. THE DISSOLUTION OF THE HOLY ALLIANCE. A DREAM. I'VE had a dream that bodes no good I may be wrong, but I confess— As far as it is right or lawful For one, no conjurer, to guess— It seems to me extremely awful. A dome of frost-work, on the plan In this said Palace, furnish'd all And lighted as the best on land are, I dreamt there was a splendid Ball, Given by the Emperor Alexander, To entertain with all due zeal, Those holy gentlemen, who've shown a Regard so kind for Europe's weal, At Troppau, Laybach, and Verona. of ice on the Neva, in 1740, which was fifty-two feet in length, "It is well known that the Empress Anne built a palace and when illuminated had a surprising effect."- PINKERTON. The thought was happy-and design'd To hint how thus the human Mind May, like the stream imprison'd there, Be check'd and chill'd, till it can bear The heaviest Kings, that ode or sonnet E'er yet be-prais'd, to dance upon it. And all were pleas'd, and cold, and stately, Nor gave one thought to the foundation. To all plebeian fears a stranger, For, Madame Krudener, when consulted, Had pledg'd her word there was no danger. So, on he caper'd, fearless quite, Thinking himself extremely clever, And waltz'd away with all his might, As if the Frost would last for ever. Just fancy how a bard like me, Who reverence monarchs, must have trembled To see that goodly company, At such a ticklish sport assembled. Nor were the fears, that thus astounded The Czar, half through a Polonaise, Could scarce get on for downright stumbling; And Prussia, though to slippery ways Well used, was cursedly near tumbling. And a Fandango, 'faith, they had, Never were Kings (though small the' expense is Shot from an angry Southern sun, A light through all the chambers flam'd, Who, bursting into tears, exclaim'd, "A thaw, by Jove-we're lost, we're lost; "Run, France-a second Waterloo "Is come to drown you-sauve qui peut!" Why, why will monarchs caper so In palaces without foundations? Instantly all was in a flow, Crowns, fiddles, sceptres, decorations Those Royal Arms, that look'd so nice, Cut out in the resplendent iceThose Eagles, handsomely provided With double heads for double dealingsHow fast the globes and sceptres glided Out of their claws on all the ceilings! Proud Prussia's double bird of prey Tame as a spatch cock, slunk away; While just like France herself, when she Proclaims how great her naval skill isPoor Louis' drowning fleurs-de-lys Imagin'd themselves water-lilies. And not alone rooms, ceilings, shelves, The Great Legitimates themselves Dissolv'd to nothing in its blaze. Some word, like "Constitution"-long Congeal'd in frosty silence there Came slowly thawing from his tongue. In short, I scarce could count a minute, In simple grandeur to the sea, Such is my dream—and, I confess, I tremble at its awfulness. That Spanish Dance-that southern beamBut I say nothing-there's my dream— And Madame Krudener, the she-prophet, May make just what she pleases of it. FABLE II. THE LOOKING-GLASSES. PROEM. WHERE Kings have been by mob-elections Some, liking monarchs large and plumpy, Have chos'n their Sovereigns by the weight;Some wish'd them tall, some thought your dumpy, Dutch-built, the true Legitimate.1 The Easterns in a Prince, 'tis said, So that their Kings had not red hair— FABLE. There was a land-to name the place Is neither now my wish nor duty — Where reign'd a certain Royal race, By right of their superior beauty. What was the cut legitimate Of these great persons's chins and noses, By right of which they rul'd the state, No history I have seen discloses. But so it was-a settled case Some Act of Parliament, pass'd snugly, Had voted them a beauteous race, And all their faithful subjects ugly. As rank, indeed, stood high or low, Some change it made in visual organs; 1 The Goths had a law to choose always a short, thick man for their King. MUNSTER, Cosmog. lib. iii. p. 164. Your Peers were decent-Knights, so so- Of course, if any knave had hinted That the King's nose was turned awry, Or that the Queen (God bless her!) squintedThe judges doom'd that knave to die. But rarely things like this occurr'd, The people to their King were duteous, And took it, on his Royal word, That they were frights, and He was beauteous. The cause whereof, among all classes, And, therefore, did not know themselves. Besides, howe'er we love our neighbour, And take his face's part, 'tis known We ne'er so much in earnest labour, As when the face attack'd's our own. So, on they went- the crowd believing Must have an end- and so, one day, 'Twas said, some Radicals, somewhere, Had laid their wicked heads together, And forc'd that ship to founder there,— While some believe it was the weather. However this might be, the freight The looking-glasses got about, And grew so common through the land, That scarce a tinker could walk out, Without a mirror in his hand. Comparing faces, morning, noon, 2" In a Prince a jolter-head is invaluable." Oriental Field Sports. In vain the Court, aware of errors In all the old, establish'd mazards, Prohibited the use of mirrors, And tried to break them at all hazards : In vain their laws might just as well If chance a Duke, of birth sublime, Just hinting, by that gentle sign, How little Nature holds it true, That what is call'd an ancient line, Must be the line of Beauty too. From Duke's they pass'd to regal phizzes, Compar'd them proudly with their own, And cried, "How could such monstrous quizzes "In Beauty's name usurp the throne!". They then wrote essays, pamphlets, books, But none improv'd his physiognomy. And satires at the Court were levell'd, At length-but here I drop the veil, Of all such late enlighten'd nations; Of all to whom old Time discloses A truth they should have sooner knownThat Kings have neither rights nor noses A whit diviner than their own. FABLE III. THE TORCH OF LIBERTY. I SAW it all in Fancy's glass- When the fleet youths, in long array, Pass'd the bright torch triumphant on. I saw the' expectant nations stand, The clear, though struggling, glory burn. And, oh, their joy, as it came near, 'Twas, in itself, a joy to see ;While Fancy whisper'd in my ear, "That torch they pass is Liberty!" And, each, as she receiv'd the flame, From ALBION first, whose ancient shrine The splendid gift then GALLIA took, Thus kindling wild, so fierce and high Shrunk back, and shudder'd at its glare! Next, SPAIN, so new was light to her, Leap'd at the torch-but, ere the spark That fell upon her shrine could stir, 'Twas quench'd—and all again was dark. Yet, no-not quench'd—a treasure, worth And shone, a beacon, in all eyes. Who next receiv'd the flame? alas, Unworthy NAPLES-shame of shames, Scarce had her fingers touch'd the torch, But GREECE, who saw her moment now, Caught up the prize, though prostrate, stain'd, And wav'd it round her beauteous brow. |