Had, when, with many a pious prayer, he Bequeathed unto the Virgin Mary His marriage deeds, and cordon bleu,1 Bequeathed to her his State Wig too(An offering which, at Court, 't is thought, -- The Virgin values as she ought) — Of sixty barbers daily sat,2 A smile at t'other, and 't was done! "That Wig (said Monsieur, while his brow Rose proudly,) "is existing now; "That Grand Perruque, amid the fall "Of every other Royal glory, "With curls erect survives them all, "And tells in every hair their story. "Think, think, how welcome at this time "A relic, so beloved, sublime! "What worthier standard of the Cause "Of Kingly Right can France demand? 1 "Louis XIV. fit présent à la Vierge de son cordon bleu, que l'on conserve soigneusement, et lui envoya ensuite, son Contrat de Mariage et le Traité des Pyrenées, magnifiquement relié."Mémoires, Anecdotes pour servir, etc. 2 The learned author of Recherches Historiques sur les Perruques says that the Board consisted but of Forty-the same number as the Academy. "Le plus beau tems des perruques fut celui où Louis XIV. commença à porter, luimême, perruque; ... On ignore l'époque où se fit cette révolution; mais on sait qu'elle engagea Louis le Grand à y donner ses soins paternels, en créant, en 1656, quarante charges de perruquiers, suivant la cour; et en 1673, il forma un corps de deux cents perruquiers pour la Ville de Paris." - P. 111. THE FUDGE FAMILY IN PARIS. Le Leggi della Maschera richiedono che una persona mascherata non sia salutata per nome da uno che la conosce malgrado il suo travestimento. CASTIGLIONE. PREFACE. IN what manner the following Epistles came into my hands, it is not necessary for the public to know. It will be seen by Mr. FUDGE's Second Letter, that he is one of those gentlemen whose Secret Services in Ireland, under the mild ministry of my Lord CASTLEREAGH, have been so amply and gratefully remunerated. Like his friend and associate, THOMAS REYNOLDS, Esq., he had retired upon the reward of his honest industry; but has lately been induced to appear again in active life, and superintend the training of that Delatorian Cohort, which Lord SIDMOUTH, in his wisdom and benevolence, has organized. Whether Mr. FUDGE, himself, has yet made any discoveries, does not appear from the following pages. But much may be expected from a person of his zeal and sagacity, and, indeed, to him, Lord SIDMOUTH, and the Greenland-bound ships, the eyes of all lovers of discoveries are now most anxiously directed. I regret much that I have been obliged to omit Mr. BOB FUDGE'S Third Letter, concluding the adventures of his Day with the Dinner, Opera, etc.; — but, in consequence of some remarks upon Marinette's thin drapery, which, it was thought, might give offence to certain well-meaning persons, the manuscript was sent back to Paris for his revision and had not returned when the last sheet was put to press. It will not, I hope, be thought presumptuous, if I take this opportunity of complaining of a very serious injustice I have suffered from the public. Dr. KING wrote a treatise to prove that BENTLEY" was not the author of his own book," and a similar absurdity has been asserted of me, in almost all the best-informed literary circles. With the name of the real author staring them in the face, they have yet persisted in attributing my works to other people; and the fame of the Twopenny Post-Bag"-such as it is having hovered doubtfully over various persons, has at last settled upon the head of a certain little gentleman, who wears it, I un derstand, as complacently as if it actually belonged to him; without even the honesty of avowing, with his own favorite author, (he will excuse the pun) ἐγὼ δ' ̔Ο ΜΩΡΟΣ ἀρὰς I can only add, that if any lady or gentleman, curious in such matters, will take the trouble of calling at my lodgings, 245 Piccadilly, I shall have the honor of assuring them, in propriâ persona, that I am — his, or her, April 17, 1818. Very obedient and very humble Servant, THOMAS BROWN, THE YOUNGER. Flinging flowers in your path, and then -bawling for sous! And some picturesque beggars, whose multitudes seem To recall the good days of the ancien | régime, All as ragged and brisk, you'll be happy to learn, And as thin as they were in the time of dear STERNE. Our party consists (in a neat Calais job) Of Papa and myself, Mr. CONNOR and Вов. You remember how sheepish BOB lookt at Kilrandy, But, Lord! he 's quite altered they 've made him a Dandy; A thing, you know, whiskered, greatcoated, and laced, Like an hour-glass, exceedingly small in the waist: Quite a new sort of creatures, unknown yet to scholars, With heads so immovably stuck in shirtcollars, That seats, like our music-stools, soon must be found them, To twirl, when the creatures may wish to look round them. In short, dear, "a Dandy" describes As the Bourbons, you know, are suppressing all heads That resemble old NAP's, and who knows but their honors May think, in their fright, of suppressing poor CONNOR'S? Au reste (as we say), the young lad's well enough, Only talks much of Athens, Rome, virtue and stuff; A third cousin of ours, by the waypoor as Job (Tho' of royal descent by the side of Mamma), And for charity made private tutor to BOB; Entre nous, too, a Papist - how liberal of Pa! 66 "Demoralized" metropolis; Where, by plebeians low and scurvy, The throne was turned quite topsy-turvy, And Kingship, tumbled from its seat, "Stood prostrate at the people's feet; Where (still to use your Lordship's tropes) The level of obedience slopes Upward and downward, as the stream Of hydra faction kicks the beam! 2 Where the poor Palace changes masters Quicker than a snake its skin, And LOUIS is rolled out on castors, While BONEY 's borne on shoulders in: But where, in every change, no doubt, One special good your Lordship traces, That 't is the Kings alone turn out, The Ministers still keep their places. How oft, dear Viscount CASTLEREAGH, For him who writes a Tour, that he And spread, beyond man's usual share, At home, abroad, till thou art known, Like Major SEMPLE, every where! And marvelling with what powers of breath Your Lordship, having speeched to death Some hundreds of your fellow-men, Next speeched to Sovereign's ears, - and when |