1 Nor tremble, my lad, at the state of our granaries: Should there come famine, Still plenty to cram in You always shall have, my dear Lord of the Stannaries. Brisk let us revel, while revel we may; For the gay bloom of fifty soon passes away, And then people get fat, And infirm, and all that, And a wig (I confess it) so clumsily sits, That it frightens the little Loves out of their wits; 4 Thy whiskers, too, Y-rm-th!-alas, even they, Though so rosy they burn, Too quickly must turn (What a heart-breaking change for thy whiskers!) to Grey. Then why, my Lord Warden, oh! why should you fidget Your mind about matters you don't understand? Or why should you write yourself down for an idiot, Because "you," forsooth, "have the pen in your hand!" Think, think how much better Than scribbling a letter, (Which both you and I Should avoid, by the by,) How much pleasanter 'tis to sit under the bust a new one; While Charley looks sulky and frowns at me, just As the Ghost in the Pantomime frowns at Don Juan. To crown us, Lord Warden, In C-mb-rl-nd's garden Grows plenty of monk's hood in venomous sprigs: While Otto of Roses Refreshing all noses Shall sweetly exhale from our whiskers and wigs • What youth of the Household will cool our Noyau In that streamlet delicious, That down 'midst the dishes, Romantic doth flow? 10 Or who will repair Unto Mch—r Sq―e, 11 And let her bring with her The newest No-Popery Sermon that's going- HORACE, ODE XXII. LIB. I. FREELY TRANSLATED BY LORD ELD-N. THE man who keeps a conscience pure, (If not his own, at least his Prince's,) Through toil and danger walks secure, Looks big and black, and never winces. 14 No want has he of sword or dagger, Cock'd hat or ringlets of Geramb; Though Peers may laugh, and Papists swagger, He doesn't care one single d-mn. 15 Whether midst Irish chairmen going, Or through St. Giles's alleys dim, 'Mid drunken Sheelahs, blasting, blowing, No matter, 'tis all one to him. Though ev'n Dick M-rt-n's self should His coat he next views-but the coat who could grumble; Sweet Church and State, like Jack and Jill, So lovingly upon a hill— Ah! ne'er like Jack and Jill to tumble! pists of Spain, and had translated the words "quæ loca fabulosus lambit Hydaspes" thus-"The fabling Spaniard licks the French;" but, recollecting that it is our interest just now to be respectful to Spanish Catholics, (though there is certainly no earthly reason for our being even commonly civil to Irish ones,) he altered the passage as it stands at present. 1 Namque me silvâ lupus in Sabina, I cannot help calling the reader's attention to the peculiar ingenuity with which these lines are paraphrased. Not to mention the happy conversion of the Wolf into a Papist, (seeing that Romulus was suckled by a wolf, that Rome was founded by Romulus, and that the Pope has always reigned at Rome,) there is something particularly neat in supposing “ultra terminum" to mean vacation-time: and then the modest consciousness with which the Noble and Learned Translator has avoided touching upon the words " curis expeditis," (or, as it has been otherwise read, "causis expeditis.") and the felicitous idea of his being "inermis" when "without his wig," are altogether the most delectable specimens of paraphrase in our language. • That model of Princes, the Emperor Commodus, was particularly luxurious in the dressing and ornamenting of his hair. His conscience, however, would not suffer him to trust himself with a barber, and he used, accordingly, to burn off his beard-"timore tonsoris," says Lampridius. (Hist. August. Scriptor.) The dissolute Ælius Verus, too, was equally attentive to the decoration of his wig. (See Jul. Capitolin.)-Indeed, this was not the only princely trait in the character of Verus, as he had likewise a most hearty and dignified contempt for his Wife.-See his insulting answer to her in Spartianus. "While Y-rm-th shall give us, in spite of all HOLD, hold, my good sir, go a little more slowly; quizzers, "The last Paris cut with his true Gallic scissors." So saying, he calls C-stl-r-gh, and the rest For, grant me so faithless a bride, Such sinners as we, are a little too lowly, To hope to have Law on our side. Of his heaven-born statesmen, to come and be dress'd. Had you been a great Prince, to whose star shining While Y-rm-th, with snip-like and brisk expedi tion, Cuts up, all at once, a large Cath'lic Petition In long tailors' measures, (the P-e crying "Welldone!") And first puts in hand my Lord Chancellor Eld-n. CORRESPONDENCE BETWEEN A LADY AND GENTLEMAN, UPON THE ADVANTAGE OF (WHAT IS CALLED) "HAVING LAW ON ONE'S SIDE." The Gentleman's Proposal. "Legge aurea, S'ei piace, ei lice." COME, fly to these arms, nor let beauties so bloomy To one frigid owner be tied; Your prudes may revile, and your old ones look gloomy, But, dearest, we've Law on our side. Oh! think the delight of two lovers congenial, Their error how sweet, and their raptures how venial, 1 In allusion to Lord Ell-nb-gh. o'er 'em As for actors, we've got the old Company yet, And consid'ring they all were but clerks t'other day, THE SALE OF THE TOOLS. Instrumenta regni.-TACITUS. HERE'S a choice set of Tools for you, Ge'mmen and Ladies, They'll fit you quite handy, whatever your trade is; (Except it be Cabinet-making;—no doubt, In that delicate service they're rather worn out; Though their owner, bright youth! if he'd had his own will, Would have bungled away with them joyously still.) You remember last season, when things went You can see they've been pretty well hack'd-and perverse on, We had to engage (as a block to rehearse on) To get that great actor from Liverpool, C-nn-g; Like a good single combat brought in 'twixt the acts, If the Manager should, with the help of Sir P-ph-m, Get up new diversions, and C-nn-g should stop 'em, Who knows but we'll have to announce in the papers, alack! What tool is there job after job will not hack? But you'll find them good hard-working Tools, upon trying, Wer't but for their brass, they are well worth the buying; They're famous for making blinds, sliders, and screens, And are, some of them, excellent turning machines. The first Tool I'll put up (they call it a Chancellor) Heavy concern to both purchaser and seller. "Grand fight-second time-with additional ca- Though made of pig iron, yet worthy of note 'tis, "Tis ready to melt at a half minute's notice." Who bids? Gentle buyer! 'twill turn as thou |