This rule's for fav'rites-nothing more- LETTER III. FROM G. R. TO THE E OF Y WE miss'd you last night at the "hoary old sinner's," His pâtés superb-and his cutlets sublime! In short, 'twas the snug sort of dinner to stir a 66 -gh, Who set to, to be sure, with miraculous force, The dinner, you know, was in gay celebration A compliment too to his Lordship the Judge For his speech to the Jury-and zounds! who would grudge To reward such a loyal and complaisant soul? We were all in high gig-Roman punch and tokay Travell'd round, till our heads travell'd just the same way; Even for the threats of last Sunday's Examiner ! nor More good things were eaten than said-but Tom T-rrh-t Say-sated with turtle-"I'll now try the beef”- And C-md-n was there, who that morning had gone To fit his new Marquis's coronet on; *This letter, as the reader will perceive, was written the day after a dinner given by the M- of H— And the dish set before him-oh, dish well-devised! Was what old Mother Glasse calls "a calf's-head surprised!" ; and once they'd been fine, The brains were near But of late they had lain so long soaking in wine, In short, not a soul till this morning would budge— e And through the whole night was not once in a passion! I write this in bed, while my whiskers are airing, And M-c has a sly dose of jalup preparing For poor T-mmy T-rrh-t at breakfast to quaff- And there's nothing so good as old T-mmy, kept close LETTER IV. FROM THE RIGHT HON. P-TR-CK D-G-N-N TO THE RIGHT HON. SIR J-HN N-CH-L. LAST week, dear N-ch-1, making merry At dinner with our Secretary, When all were drunk, or pretty near, (The time for doing business here,) To humbug them with kind professions, Yes-"muzzled" was the word, Sir John- Dublin.* * This letter, which contained some very heavy enclosures, seems to have been sent to London by a private hand, and then put into the Twopenny Post-office to save trouble. In sending this sheet to the press, however, I learn that the "muzzle" has been taken off, and the right honourable doctor let loose again ! Oh! 'tis too much-who now will be That wishes Papists at the devil! To whom, then, but to thee, my friend, Of bulls, half Irish and half Roman,— (Which shews that, since the world's creation, To prove (what we've long proved, perhaps) P. D. Among the Enclosures in the foregoing Letter was the following "Unanswerable Argument against the Papists." * WE'RE told the ancient Roman nation * This is a bad name for poetry; but D-gan-n is worse. I have taken the trouble of examining the doctor's reference here, and find him, for once, correct. The following are the words of his indignant referee, Gallæus:-"Asserere non veremur sacrum baptismum à Papistis profanari, et sputi usum in peccatorum expiatione à Paganis non à Christianis manasse." Now Irish Papists (fact surprising !) Which proves them all-O'Finns, O'Fagans, LETTER V. FROM THE COUNTESS DOWAGER OF C- TO LADY My dear Lady ! I've been just sending out Above five hundred cards for a snug little rout (By the by, you've seen Rokeby ?-this moment got mineThe Mail-Coach Edition *- prodigiously fine!) But I can't conceive how, in this very cold weather, I'm ever to bring my five hundred together; As, unless the thermometer's near boiling heat, ! can't you hit on some notion * See Mr Murray's advertisement about the mail-coach copies of Rokeby. I remember the time, three or four winters back, Has been at such places (think how the fit cools!) As old Mrs V-n's, or Lord L-v-rp-l's! But, in short, my dear, names like Wintztschitstopschinzoudhoff Are the only things now make an evening go smooth off So get me a Russian--till death I'm your debtor If he brings the whole alphabet so much the better. And, indeed, if he would but in character sup Au revoir! my sweet girl-I must leave you in haste- POSTSCRIPT. * By the by, have you found any friend that can construe LETTER VI. FROM ABDALLAH,† IN LONDON, TO MOHASSAN, IN ISPAHAN. WHILST thou, Mohassan (happy thou!) Dost daily bend thy loyal brow Before our king-our Asia's treasure! Nutmeg of Comfort! Rose of Pleasure !- As the said Rose and Nutmeg chooses * Alluding, I suppose, to the Latin advertisement of a lusus naturæ in the newspapers lately. I have made many inquiries about this Persian gentleman, but cannot satisfactorily ascertain who he is. From his notions of religious liberty, however, I conclude that he is an importation of Ministers, and he is arrived just in time to assist the P-e and Mr L-ck-e in their new oriental plan of Reform. (See the second of these Letters.) How Abdallah's epistle to Ispahan found its way into the Twopenny Post-Bag is more than I can pretend to account for. |