Come, where 's the next Tool? — Oh! 't is here in a trice This implement, Ge'mmen, at first was a Vice; (A tenacious and close sort of tool that will let Nothing out of its grasp it once happens to get ;) But it since has received a new coating of Tin, Bright enough for a Prince to behold himself in. Come, what shall we say for it? briskly! bid on, We 'll the sooner get rid of it — goingquite gone. God be with it, such tools, if not quickly knockt down, Might at last cost their owner much? why, a Crown! -how And he said, "Little Soul, let us try, try, try, 66 "Whether it 's within our reach Just between little you and little I, I, I, Peeping from her little hole, "I protest, little Man, you are stout, stout, stout, "But, if it's not uncivil, "Pray tell me what the devil, "Must our little, little speech be about, bout, bout, "Must our little, little speech be about?" The little Man lookt big, With the assistance of his wig, And he called his little Soul to order, order, order, Till she feared he 'd make her jog in To jail, like Thomas Croggan, (As she was n't Duke or Earl) to reward her, ward her, ward her, As she was n't Duke or Earl, to reward her. The little Man then spoke, "Little soul, it is no joke, "For as sure as Jacky Fuller loves a sup, sup, sup, "I will tell the Prince and People "And my little patent plan to prop them up, up, up, "And my little patent plan to prop Away then, cheek by jowl, Went and spoke their little speech to And the Marshal must have them - pray, why should we not, As the last and, I grant it, the worst of our loans to him, Ship off the Ministry, body and bones to him? There's not in all England, I'd venture to swear, Any men we could half so conveniently spare; And tho' they 've been helping the French for years past, We may thus make them useful to England at last. Castlereagh in our sieges might save some disgraces, Being used to the taking and keeping of places; And Volunteer Canning, still ready for joining, Might show off his talent for sly undermining. Could the Household but spare us its glory and pride, Old Headfort at horn-works again might be tried, And the Chief Justice make a bold charge at his side: While Vansittart could victual the troops upon tick, And the Doctor look after the baggage and sick. 2 The literal closeness of the version here cannot but be admired. The Translator has added a long, erudite, and flowery note upon Roses, of which I can merely give a specimen at present. In the first place, he ransacks the Rosarium Politicum of the Persian poet Sadi, with the hope of finding some Political Roses, to match the gentleman in the text-but in vain : he then tells us that Cicero accused Verres of reposing upon a cushion "Melitensi rosâ fartum," which, from the odd mixture of words, he supposes to be a kind of Irish Bed of Roses, like Lord Castlereagh's. The learned Clerk next favors us with some remarks upon a wellknow punning epitaph on fair Rosamond, and "Rosa expresses a most loyal hope, that, if munda " mean "a Rose with clean hands" it may be found applicable to the Right Honorable Rose in question. He then dwells at some length upon the "Rosa aurea," which, though descriptive in one sense of the old Treasury Statesman, yet as being consecrated and worn Oh Wellington, long as such Ministers wield Your magnificent arm, the same emblem will do; by the Pope, must of course not be brought into the same atmosphere with him. Lastly, in reference to the words "old Rose," he winds up For while they're in the Council and you in the Field, We 've the babies in them, and the thunder in you! with the pathetic lamentation of the Poet " consenuisse Rosas." The whole note indeed shows a knowledge of Roses, that is quite edifying. THE following trifles, having enjoyed in their circulation through the newspapers all the celebrity and length of life to which they were entitled, would have been suffered to pass quietly into oblivion without pretending to any further distinction, had they not already been published, in a collective form, both in London and Paris, and, in each case, been mixed up with a number of other productions, to which, whatever may be their merit, the author of the following pages has no claim. A natural desire to separate his own property, worthless as it is, from that of others, is, he begs to say, the chief motive of the publication of this volume. Upon the Mighty Man's protuberance, And how the doughty mannikins And how some very little things, Got up and worried him with speeches. Alas, alas! that it should happen Tho' different too these persecutions; |