Of him, the Destroyer, doomed to rout Altho' bright genius all allow thee, Should see a second Thalaba rise - Beneath the wig of a Yankee lawyer; In short, dear Bob, Destroyer the Second May fairly a match for the First be reckoned; Save that your Thalaba's talent lay knows,) Lays Corporations, by wholesale, level, All into foreigners, in a jiffy 1 "A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along." OH Wellington and Stephenson, With these two heroes' capers? Still doomed, from rise to set of sun, What Bills the other wight intends, Beyond the Grecian kalends, Sir Richard Birnie doth decide That Rowland "must be mad," St Luke's will soon arrive at, When he might pass in private. Oh Wellington, oh Stephenson, Ye ever-boring pair, Where'er I sit, or stand, or run, Ye haunt me every where. But small 's the chance that Law affords Such folks are daily let off; And, 'twixt the old Bailey and the Lords, They both, I fear, will get off. Nay even still worse; for Master More Was n't more a youth than he 'd been before, While ours such power of boyhood shows, That the older he gets the more juvenile he grows, And at what extreme old age he 'll close His schoolboy course, heaven only knows; Some century hence, should he reach so far, And ourselves to witness it heaven condemn, We shall find him a sort of cub Old Parr, A whipper-snapper Methusalem; Nay, even should he make still longer stay of it, The boy 'll want judgment, even to the day of it! Meanwhile, 't is a serious, sad infliction; And day and night with awe I recall The late Mr. Matthews' solemn prediction, "That boy 'll be the death, the death of you all." are, And perform all the functions of noodles by birth As completely as any born noodles on earth. How acres descend, is in law-books displayed, But we as wiseacres descend, ready made; And by right of our rank in Debrett's nomenclature, Are all of us born legislators by nature;Like ducklings to water instinctively taking, So we with like quackery take to lawmaking; And God forbid any reform should come o'er us, To make us more wise than our sires were before us. The Egyptians of old the same policy knew If your sire was a cook, you must be a cook too: Todd to have made its appearance in this Collection; being now fully convinced that the charge brought against that reverend gentleman of intending to pass off as genuine his famous mock Papal Letter was altogether unfounded. Finding it to be the wish, however, of my reverend friend -as I am now glad to be permitted to call him that both the wrong and the reparation, the Ode and the Palinode, should be thus placed in juxtaposition, I have thought it but due to him to comply with his request. |