And the Marshal must have them-pray, why should we not, ONE day the Chinese Bird of Royalty, Fum, As the last and, I grant it, the worst of our loans to Where FUM had just come to pay HUM a short visit.— him, Ship off the Ministry, body and bones to him? We may thus make them useful to England at last. While V-NS-TT-RT could victual the troops upon tick, Nay, I do not see why the great R-G-NT himself Should, in times such as these, stay at home on the shelf: Though through narrow defiles he's not fitted to pass, Yet who could resist if he bore down en masse ? And, though oft, of an evening, perhaps he might prove, Like our brave Spanish Allies, "unable to move;" Yet there's one thing in war, of advantage unbounded, Which is, that he could not with ease be surrounded! In my next, I shall sing of their arms and equipment. At present no more but-good luck to the shipment! LORD WELLINGTON AND THE MINISTERS. 1813. So, gently in peace Alcibiades smiled, While in battle he shone forth so terribly grand, That the emblem they graved on his seal was a child, With a thunderbolt placed in its innocent hand. Oh, WELLINGTON! long as such Ministers wield Your magnificent arm, the same emblem will do; For, while they're in the Council and you in the Field, We've the babies in them, and the thunder in you! To the Editor of the Morning Chronicle. SIR,-In order to explain the following fragment, it is necessary to refer your readers to a late florid description of the Pavilion at Brighton, in the apart Near akin are these Birds, though they differ in nation; (The breed of the HUMS is as old as creation,) Both full-craw'd Legitimates-both birds of prey, Both cackling and ravenous creatures, half way 'Twixt the goose and the vulture, like Lord C-s Quoth the Bird, "yes-I know him-a Bonze, by his phiz And that jolly old idol he kneels to so low Which the Bird, overhearing, flew high o'er his head, But, a truce to digression.-These Birds of a feather Thus talk'd, t' other night, on State matters together▬▬▬▬E just in bed, or about to depart for 't, (The P His legs full of gout, and his arms full of "I say, HUM," says FUM-FUM, of course, spoke Chinese, Under B - ;) But, bless you, that 's nothing-at Brighton one sees Was rehearsing a speech upon Europe's repose, 1 In consequence of an old promise that he should be 1 The character given to the Spanish soldier, in Sir John allowed to wear his own hair, whenever he might be ele Murray's memorable despatch vated to a bishoprick by his R-1 H (Nota Bene.-His Lordship and L-V-RP-L come, * Look down upon BEN-see him dunghill all o'er, EPISTLE FROM TOM CRIB TO BIG BEN. Concerning some foul play in a late Transaction.' "Ahi, mio Ben!"-Metastasio.2 WHAT! BEN, my old hero, is this your renown? By the fist of my father, I blush for thee, BEN! And MOLYNEUX-ay, even BLACKY, cries "Shame!" Time was, when JOHN BULL little difference spied "Twixt the foe at his feet and the friend at his side; When he found (such his humour in fighting and eating,) TO LADY HOLLAND, On Napoleon's Legacy of a Snuff-box. GIFT of the Hero, on his dying day, To her, whose pity watch'd, for ever nigh; Oh! could he see the proud, the happy ray, This relic lights up on her generous eye, Sighing, he'd feel how easy 't is to pay A friendship all his kingdoms could not buy. CORRESPONDENCE. Between a Lady and a Gentleman, upon the Advantage of (what is called) "having Law on one's Side." "Legge aurea, S' ei piace, ci lice." THE GENTLEMAN'S PROPOSAL. His foe, like his beef-steak, the sweeter for beating-COME, fly to these arms, nor let beauties so bloomy But this comes, Master BEN, of your cursed foreign notions, Your trinkets, wigs, thingumbobs, gold lace, and lotions; To one frigid owner be tied; Your prudes may revile, and your old ones look gloomy, But, dearest! we've Law on our side. Your noyaus, curacoas, and the devil knows what(One swig of Blue Ruin' is worth the whole lot!)-Oh! think the delight of two lovers congenial, Your great and small crosses-(my eyes, what a brood! A cross-buttock from me would do some of them good!) Which have spoil'd you, till hardly a drop, my old porpoise, Of pure English claret is left in your corpus; Whom no dull decorums divide; Their error how sweet, and their raptures how venial, When once they've got Law on their side! "T is a thing that in every King's reign has been done, HORACE, ODE XXII. LIB. I. 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! "No want has he of sword or dagger, Cock'd hat or ringlets of GERAMB; Though Peers may laugh, and Papists swagger, He does not care one single d-mn! Whether 'midst Irish chairmen going, Or, through St. Giles's alleys dim, The noble translator had, at first, laid the scene of these imagined dangers of his man of conscience among the papists 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,) ho altered the passage as it stands at present. 'Mid drunken Sheelahs, blasting, blowing, No matter 't is all one to him. 'For instance, I, one evening late, Upon a gay vacation sally, Across my path, gaunt, grim, and big- Scared at me without my wig! 2 Yet a more fierce and raw-boned dog Oh! place me 'midst O'ROURKES, O'TOOLES, 4 Of Church and State I'll warble still, Though even DICK M-RT-N's selfshould grumble; Leave old Magna Charta to shift for itself, And, like G-DW-N, write books for young masters and misses, Oh! it is not high rank that can make the heart merry, Even monarchs themselves are not free from mis hap; Though the Lords of Westphalia must quake before Jerry, Poor Jerry himself has to quake before Nap HORACE, ODE XXXVIII. LIB. I. A FRAGMENT. Translated by a Treasury Clerk, while waiting Dinner for the Right Hon. G-rge R―se. Persicos odi, puer, apparatus: Boy, tell the Cook that I hate all nick-nackeries, ΤΟ Moria pur quando vuol, non è bisogna mutar ni faccia ni voce per esser un Angelo. 2 DIE when you will, you need not wear Than Beauty here on earth has given; the inseparability of Church and State, and their (what is called) "standing and falling together," than this ancient apologue of JACK and JILL. JACK, of course, represents the State in this ingenious little allegory, JACK fell down, And broke his Crown, And JILL came tumbling after. 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 1 The literal closeness of the version here cannot but be founded by Romulus, and that the Pope has always reigned admired. The translator has added a long, erudite, and at Rome,) there is something particularly neat insupposing flowery note upon Roses, of which I can merely give a spe "ultra terminum" to mean vacation-time; and then the cimen at present. In the first place, he ransacks the Rosemodest consciousness with which the noble and learned rium Politicum of the Persian poet Sadi, with the hope of translator has avoided touching upon the words "curis ex-finding some Political Roses, to match the gentleman in the peditus" (or, as it has been otherwise read, causis expedi-text-but in vain: he then tells us that Cicero accused Vertus") and the felicitous idea of his being "inermis" when res of reposing upon a cushion "Melitensi rosa fartum," "without his wig," are altogether the most delectable spe- which, from the odd mixture of words, he supposes to be a cimens of paraphrase in our language. kind of Irish Bed of Roses, like Lord Castlereagh's. The 2 The words addressed by Lord Herbert of Cherbury, to 5 There cannot be imagined a more happy illustration of the beautiful nun at Murano-See his Life. Keep but the lovely looks we seeThe voice we hear-and you will be An angel ready-made for heaven! ON A SQUINTING POETESS. To no one Muse does she her glance confine, But has an eye, at once, to all the nine! IMPROMPTU. 1 This is a bon-mot, attributed, I know not how truly, to the PR-NC S8 of W-L-8. I have merely versified it. THE TORCH OF LIBERTY. I SAW it all in Fancy's glass- "T was like a torch race-such as they I saw the expectant nations stand "That torch they pass is Liberty!" And each, as she received the flame, From ALBION first, whose ancient shrine The splendid gift then GALLIA took, As she would set the world a-blazing. And, when she fired her altar, nigh It flash'd into the redd'ning air So fierce, that ALBION, who stood high, Shrunk, almost blinded by the glare! Next, SPAIN so new was light to her-Leap'd at the torch; but, ere the spark She flung upon her shrine could stir, "T was quench'd and all again was dark Yet no-not quench'd-a treasure worth So much to mortals rarely dies.Again her living light look'd forth, And shone, a beacon, in all eyes. Who next received the flame?--Alas! Scarce had her fingers touch'd the torch, |