A SAD CASE. "If it be the undergraduate season at which this rabies religiosa is to be so fearful, what security has Mr. G-lb-n against it at this moment, when his son is actually exposed to the full venom of an association with Dissenters ?"-The Times, March 25. How sad a case!-just think of it— Through Granta's halls, at large and foaming, Or how the venom, once suck'd in, Just fancy what a shock 'twould be His once loved Nine and Thirty Articles; But 'tis too much-the Muse turns pale, And o'er the picture drops a veil, Praying, God save the G-lb-rns all From mad Dissenters, great and small! 1 The Duke of Wellington, who styled them the " Articles of Christianity." A DREAM OF HINDOSTAN. risum teneatis, amici. THE longer one lives, the more one learns," When Fancy her usual tricks began, On aught but rice, is deem'd a sinner; And my slumber fled, and my dream was sped, And I found I was lying snug in bed, With my nose in the Bishop of FERNS's book. THE BRUNSWICK CLUB. A letter having been addressed to a very distinguished personage, requesting him to become the Patron of this Orange Club, a polite answer was forthwith returned, of which we have been fortunate enough to obtain a copy. Brimstone-hall, September 1, 1828. Private.-LORD BELZEBUB presents To the Brunswick Club his compliments, Assures, on his honor, the Brunswick Club, Who the devil, he humbly begs to know, To save from drowning my Lord R-thd-ne, Lords R-d-n, B-nd-n, C-le, and J-c-1-n? Lord Belzebub much questions whether As 'twere in one capacious tub, As the twenty Peers of the Brunswick Club 1 Usually written "Cole." Hurrah then for the Petticoats! To them we pledge our free-born votes; We'll have all she, and only she Pert blues shall act as "best debaters," Old dowagers our Bishops be, And termagants our Agitators. If Vestris, to oblige the nation, Her own Olympus will abandon, And help to prop th' Administration, It can't have better legs to stand on. The famed Macaulay (Miss) shall show, Each evening, forth in learn'd oration; Shall move (midst general cries of "Oh !") For full returns of population: And, finally, to crown the whole, The Princess Olive,' Royal soul, Shall from her bower in Banco Regis, Descend, to bless her faithful lieges, And, 'mid our Union's loyal chorus, Reign jollily forever o'er us. Sir, TO THE EDITOR OF THE * Having heard some rumors respecting the strange and awful visitation under which Lord H-nl-y has for some time past been suffering, in consequence of his declared hostility to "anthems, solos, duets," &c., I took the liberty of making inquiries at his Lordship's house this morning, and lose no time in transmitting to you such particulars as I could collect. It is said that the screams of his Lordship, under the operation of this nightly concert, (which is, no doubt, some trick of the Radicals,) may be heard all over the neighborhood. The female who personates St. Cecilia is supposed to be the same that, last year, appeared in the character of not yet ascertained. Whereat the Reformer mutter'd, "Zounds!" For he loathed sweet music with all his soul Then, starting up, he saw a sight That well might shock so learn'd a snorerSaint Cecilia, robed in light, With a portable organ slung before her And round were Cherubs, on rainbow wings, Who, his Lordship fear'd, might tire of flitting, So begg'd they'd sit—but ah! poor things, 66 They'd, none of them, got the means of sitting Having heard," said the Saint, "you're fad hymns, "And indeed, that musical snore betray'd you, Myself, and my choir of cerubims, "Are come, for a while, to serenade you." In vain did the horrified H-nl-y say ""Twas all a mistake"-" she was misdirected And point to a concert over the way, Where fiddlers and angels were expected. In vain the Saint could see in his looks All night duets, terzets, quartets, Nay, long quintets most dire to hear; Ay, and old motets, and canzonets, And glees, in sets, kept boring his ear. He tried to sleep-but it wouldn't do ; So loud they squall'd, he must attend to 'em; Though Cherubs' songs, to his cost he knew, Were like themselves, and had no end to 'em Oh judgment dire on judges bold, Isis, at the Rotunda. How the cherubs are managed, I have Judge Midas tried the same of old, Yours, &c. P.P. LORD H-NL-Y AND ST. CECILIA. Is the sentence launch'd from Apollo's throne; For Midas was given the ears of an ass, While H-nl-y is doom'd to keep his own! s "Asseyez-vous, mes enfans."-"Il n'y a pas de çon, mon Seigneur.” As, once the thing's well set about, No doubt but we shall hunt him out. His Lordship's mind, of late, they say, To settle England's state affairs, And chief to this stray Plenipo His Lordship had been learning Russian; The accents of the Northern bear, That, while his tones were in your ear, you And swears (for he at nothing sticks) Such are the marks by which to know This stray'd or stolen Plenipo; And whosoever brings or sends The unhappy statesman to his friends, On Carlton Terrace, shall have thanks, And-any paper but the Bank's. P. S. Some think, the disappearance 1 Written at that memorable crisis when a distinguished Duke, then Prime Minister, acting under the inspirations of Sur Cl-d-s H-nt-r and other City worthies, advised his Majesty to give up his announced intention of dining with the Lord Mayor. 2 Among other remarkable attributes by which Sir Cl-d-s distinguished himself, the dazzling whiteness of his favorite steed was not the least conspicuous. In the Government of Perm. Territory belonging to the mines of Kolivano-Kosskres sense. The name of a religious sect in Russia. "Il existe en Russie plusieurs sectes; la plus nombreuse est celle des Raskol-niks, ou vrai-croyants."-GAMBA, Voyage dans la Russie Meridionale. "Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid." POPE THE DANCE OF BISHOPS; OR, THE EPISCOPAL QUADRILLE.1 A DREAM. 1833. Solemn dances were, on great festivals and celebrations, admitted among the primitive Christians, in which even the Bishops and dignified Clergy were performers. Scaliger says, that the first Bishops were called Præsules,2 for no other reason than that they led off these dances."-Cyclopædia, art. Dances. I've had such a dream—a frightful dream- As reading in bed I lay last night- Scarce had my eyelids time to close, There was Bristol capering up to Derry, Meanwhile, while pamphlets stuff'd his pockets, (All out of date, like spent sky-rockets,) 1 Written on the passing of the memorable Bill, in the year 1833, for the abolition of ten Irish Bishoprics. Literally, First Dancers. 3" And what does Moses say ?"-One of the ejaculations with which this eminent prelate enlivened his famous speech on the Catholic question. Our Exeter stood forth to caper, Nor this the worst:-still danced they on, N. B. As ladies in years, it seems, DICK * A CHARACTER. Or various scraps and fragments built, Borrow'd alike from fools and wits, A description of the method of executing this step my be useful to future performers in the same line-Ce est composé de deux mouvemens différens, savoir, pi sauter sur un pied, et se rejeter sur l'autre."—Dictiona de Danse, art. Contre-temps. |