But that we turn'd them to our dirty uses? My tool I've lately placed upon the shelf, So patronize my cockney now who chooses; I've ta'en to do my dirty work myself. And brings-not that I value it-the pelf; I've turn'd him off! He's gone! I've made the ninny stir His stumps! For on my stomach his pathetic, His cockney rurals, drivellings, phrases sinister And affectations act as an emetic. Besides, he thinks he's fit to be prime minister ! The whimpering, simpering, Horse-monger ascetic! And there he's grown so horribly familiar, And paws and "dears" one so-I vow 'twould kill you. -- There, my dear friend-and this is from one radical to another the root of all this is, that I did once hint to him that I thought myself a better poet than he; more antique and to-the-heartish, giving my verses an Italian twang, and so forth. No. V. of our Liberal Magazine shortly. Let tyrants tremble !-Yours ever. INTERESTING TO GAS MEN! “Why did I marry ?"-Lord Townley. WHEN the coal is consumed, how great are the gains * On Mr. Coke's (Earl of Leicester) second marriage. ΤΟ LINES. THE hour is come-the cherish'd hour, And, oh! how sweet to know that still, Compulsion from its destin'd course Thus, though the idle world may hold The faithful dove, where'er by day, So at this calm, this silent hour, My heart (its joyless wand'rings o'er) THE POSTPONEMENT OF GRAHAM'S BALLOON. "Mr. Graham respectfully informs the public that his intended ascent on Friday is postponed till some future day." Tune-" Derry Down." Public papers. In these days of bubbles, when ev'ry thing floats, The honestest bubble-old Graham's balloon. Compared with the others, 'tis justice to say Derry down. Derry down. There is Mr. Brunel, who at Portsmouth made blocks, Derry down. Sir William, with tender regard for our pockets, Derry down. The good folks at Lloyd's are hugely afraid They offer to underwrite Graham's balloon. Derry down. There's Orpheus MacAdam, whose hard Highland tone Can level a mountain and soften a stone, Proposes to send Ludgate Hill "out o' toon," And slide our stage-coaches like Graham's balloon. In short, fifty different causes prepare Derry down. The town, to be pleased with this trip through the air, I leave to the journals possessed of the skill Derry down. To tell by what arts, and whose hands, and how soon, Derry down. At last up it went, like a flimsy Whig job, Had their day up and down, just like Graham's balloon. Derry down. The wind being easterly-not blowing hard, Derry down. The Lords! Heaven bless them! so stately and proud, When they heard that silk tissue had brought such a crowd, Were on their red woolsacks, just ready to swoon, Lest the weavers had risen, and not a balloon! Derry down. One could not but smile to behold the grave peers, Derry down. 'Twas a different scene in the other great House, Out ran all the members- Rad., Tory, and Whig- As cotton seeds drive in an Indian monsoon, Derry down. It touched every heart and attracted all eyes, And the lightest and emptiest fancied that soon Derry down. The evening was bright, and the Doctor prolix, Derry down. In both Palace Yards all the senators met, Derry down. |