But, no 'twas, indeed, a Turtle, wide
And plump as ever these eyes descried;
A Turtle, juicy as ever yet
Glued up the lips of a Baronet!
And much did it grieve my soul to see
That an animal of such dignity
Like an absentee abroad should roam,
When he ought to stay and be ate at home.

But now 66
a change came o'er my dream,"
Like the magic lantern's shifting slider ;—
I look'd, and saw, by the evening beam,
On the back of that Turtle sat a rider-
A goodly man, with an eye so merry,
I knew 'twas our Foreign Secretary,1
Who there, at his ease, did sit and smile,
Like Waterton on his crocodile ;2
Cracking such jokes, at ev'ry motion,

As made the Turtle squeak with glee,
And own they gave him a lively notion
Of what his forced-meat balls would be.

So, on the Sec. in his glory went,
Over that briny element,
Waving his hand, as he took farewell,
With graceful air, and bidding me tell
Inquiring friends that the Turtle and he
Were gone on a foreign embassy-
To soften the heart of a Diplomate,
Who is known to doat upon verdant fat,
And to let admiring Europe see,

That calipash and calipee

Are the English forms of Diplomacy.

THE DONKEY AND HIS PANNIERS.

A FABLE.

"fessus jam sudat asellus,

"Parce illi; vestrum delicium est asinus."

VIRGIL, Copa.

A DONKEY, whose talent for burdens was wondrous, So much that you'd swear he rejoiced in a load, One day had to jog under panniers so pond'rous, That-down the poor Donkey fell smack on the road!

His owners and drivers stood round in amazeWhat! Neddy, the patient, the prosperous Neddy,

1 Mr Canning.

a Wanderings in South America. "It was the first and last time says Mr. Waterton) I was ever on a crocodile's back."

Alluding to an early poem of Mr. Coleridge's, addressed to an Ass, and beginning, "I hail thee, brother!"

Safer sport than making war;
Trimming is a better thing,
Than the being trimm'd, oh King!
Grasp the needle bright with which
Thou didst for the Virgin stitch
Garment, such as ne'er before
Monarch stitch'd or Virgin wore.
Not for her, oh semster nimble !
Do I now invoke thy thimble;
Not for her thy wanted aid is,
But for certain grave old ladies,
Who now sit in England's cabinet,
Waiting to be clothed in tabinet,
Or whatever choice étoffe is
Fit for Dowagers in office.
First, thy care, oh King, devote
To Dame Eld-n's petticoat.
Make it of that silk, whose dye
Shifts forever to the eye,
Just as if it hardly knew
Whether to be pink or blue.
Or-material fitter yet-
If thou couldst a remnant get
Of that stuff, with which, of old,
Sage Penelope, we're told,
Still by doing and undoing,
Kept her suitors always wooing—
That's the stuff which I pronounce, is
Fittest for Dame Eld-n's flounces.

After this, we'll try thy hand, Mantua-making Ferdinand,

1827.