Scarce had the spectre's lips these words let drop, Blows in the vernal hour, when puffs prevail, The nameless author, better known than read- LAMENT FOR THE LOSS OF LORD B-TH-ST'S TAIL' ALL in again-unlook'd for bliss! To the same head, through right and wrong. Thy pig-tie with thy place resign, Through long, long years our rallying sign— By tenancy in tail were ours To see it thus by scissors fall, It seem'd as though th' ascendant day 1 A Dantesque allusion to the old saying, "Nine miles beyond H-11, where Peter pitched his waistcoat." 2 The noble Lord, it is well known, cut off this muchrespected appendage, on his retirement from office some months since. And, proving Samson's story true, She lost her vigor with her queue. Parties are much like fish, 'tis said- That steer'd its course by B-th-st's tail? (As W―ll-gt-n will be anon,) Fate has not yet of all bereft us; Though thus deprived of B-th-st's queue, We've E-b-h's curls still left us ;Sweet curls, from which young Love, so vicious, His shots, as from nine-pounders, issues; Grand, glorious curls, which, in debate, Surcharged with all a nation's fate, His Lordship shakes, as Homer's God did, And oft in thundering talk comes near him ;Except that, there, the speaker nodded, And, here, 'tis only those who hear him. Long, long, ye ringlets, on the soil Of that fat cranium may ye flourish, With plenty of Macassar oil, Through many a year your growth to nourish! And, ah, should Time too soon unsheath His barbarous shears such locks to sever, Still dear to Tories, even in death, Their last, loved relics we'll bequeath, And thus let your farce be enacted hereafterThus honestly persecute, outlaw, and chain; If we must run the gauntlet through blood and But spare even your victims the torture of laughter, expense; 1 During the discussion of the Catholic question in the House of Commons last session. This rhyme is more for the ear than the eye, as the carpenter's tool is spelt auger. And never, oh never, try reasoning again! Fabius, who sent droves of bullocks against the enemy 4 Res Fisci est, ubicumque natat.—JUVENAL. Talk of leaves of the Sibyls!--more meaning convey'd is In one single leaf such as now we have spell'd on, Than e'er hath been utter'd by all the old ladies That ever yet spoke, from the Sibyls to Eld-n. THE ANNUAL PILL. Supposed to be sung by OLD PROSY, the Jew, in the character of Major C-RTW-GHT. VILL nobodies try my nice Annual Pill, Dat's to purify every ting nashty avay? And, at vonce, such a radical shange you vill see, "IF" AND "PERHAPS.”** On tidings of freedom! oh accents of hope! Waft, waft them, ye zephyrs, to Erin's blue sea, And refresh with their sounds every son of the Pope, From Dingle-a-cooch to far Donaghadee. "If mutely the slave will endure and obey, "Nor clanking his fetters, nor breathing his pains, "His masters, perhaps, at some far distant day, "May think (tender tyrants!) of loosening his chains" Wise "if" and "perhaps !"--precious salve for our wounds, If he, who would rule thus o'er manacled mutes, Could check the free spring-tide of Mind, that resounds, Even now, at his feet, like the sea at Canute's But, no, 'tis in vain—the grand impulse is give:— | Man knows his high Charter, and knowing will Vill nobodies try my nice Annual Pill, &c. And if ruin must follow where fetters are riven, "Twill cure all Electors, and purge away clear Dat mighty bad itching dey've got in deir hands- Dere is nothing at all vat dis Pill vill not reach Give the Sinecure Shentleman von little grain, Pless ma heart, it vill act, like de salt on de leech, And he'll throw de pounds, shillings, and pence, up again! Vill nobodies try my nice Annual Pill, &c. "Twould be tedious, ma tear, all its peauties to paint Should symptoms of speeching preak out on a dunce, Dat else vould, like tape-worms, come by degrees! Vill nobodies try my nice Annual Pill, Dat's to purify every ting nashty avay? 1 Meaning, I presume, Coalition Administrations. 2 Written, after hearing a celebrated speech in the House of Lords, Jane 10, 1828, when the motion in favor of Catholic the shame. "If the slave will be silent!-vain Soldier, be ware There is a dead silence the wrong'd may assume,¦ When the feeling, sent back from the lips in despair, But clings round the heart with a deadler gloom ; When the blush, that long burn'd on the suppliant's cheek, Gives place to th' avenger's pale, resolute hue; And the tongue, that once threaten'd, disdaining to speak, Consigns to the arm the high office to do If men, in that silence, should think of the hour, That hour, when a Voice had come forth from the west, To the slave bringing hopes, to the tyrant alarms; Emancipation, brought forward by the Marquis of L downe, was rejected by the House of Lords. WRITE on, write on, ye Barons dear, Ye Dukes, write hard and fast; Write on, write on, &c Sure, never, since the precious use Of pen and ink began, Did letters, writ by fools, produce Such signal good to man. While intellect, 'mong high and low, Is marching on, they say, 1 A reverend prebendary of Hereford, in an Essay on the Revenues of the Church of England, has assigned the origin of Tithes to "some unrecorded revelation made to Adam." SONG OF THE DEPARTING SPIRIT OF TITHE. "The parting Genius is with sighing sent."-MILTON. It is o'er, it is o'er, my reign is o'er; Even now, I behold your vanishing wings, Ye decimate ducks, ye chosen chicks, In the Church must have your bacon saved ;- And, whatsoe'er himself believes, Must bow to th' Establish'd Church belief, 2"The tenth calf is due to the parson of common right; and if there are seven he shall have one."-REES's Cyclopædia, art. "Tithes." |