"Still marvels much that not a soul should care

"One single pin to know who wrote 'May Fair;'.

"While this young gentleman," (here forth he drew

A dandy spectre, puft quite thro' and thro',

As tho' his ribs were an Eolian lyre For the whole Row's soft trade-winds to inspire,)

"This modest genius breathed one wish alone,

"To have his volume read, himself unknown;

"But different far the course his glory took,

"All knew the author, and ·

the book.

none read

To the same head, thro' right and wrong. Why, Bathurst, why didst thou cut off That memorable tail of thine?

--

Why as if one was not enough
Thy pig-tie with thy place resign,
And thus at once both cut and run?
Alas! my Lord, 't was not well done,
'T was not, indeed, tho' sad at heart,
From office and its sweets to part,
Yet hopes of coming in again,
Sweet Tory hopes! beguiled our pain;
But thus to miss that tail of thine,
Thro' long, long years our rallying
sign

As if the State and all its powers
By tenancy in tail were ours

To see it thus by scissors fall,

This was "the unkindest cut of all ! "
It seemed as tho' the ascendant day
Of Toryism had past away,
And proving Samson's story true,
She lost her vigor with her queue.

Parties are much like fish, 't is said
The tail directs them, not the head;
Then how could any party fail,

That steered its course by Bathurst's tail?

Not Murat's plume thro' Wagram's fight E'er shed such guiding glories from it, As erst in all true Tories' sight

Blazed from our old Colonial comet!

2 A Dantesque allusion to the old saying, "Nine miles beyond Hell, where Peter pitched his waistcoat."

3 The noble Lord, as is well known, cut off this much-respected appendage on his retirement from office some months since.