On landing I hoped that the people Would loudly acknowledge my aid ;Bells peeling from every steeple ! The troops drawn out on parade! I thought that the bands would have struck-struck— Up their most national tune, 'Midst shouts of " Long life to the Buck-BuckBuckinghamshire dragoon !" But, quite the reverse; as I came in I got to an inn with great trouble, I slept, and I snored, like a Buck-Buck- The first thing I did upon waking Was calling for breakfast, of course ; Dear Sefton, imagine my taking In At getting a slice of a horse! my throat the first morsel it stuck-stuck Though I fancied, from being "a jeune,” I could almost have eaten a Buck-Buck Buckinghamshire dragoon! I then sallied forth like a hero ; And what people said were the French, I next cast my eyes to the sailors, All swore at the bomb and the Buck-Buck- Thus helmeted, trowsered, bedizened, Stewed, jolted, shipped, sickened, in vain; Starved, terrified, hooted, and poisoned, I rather disliked the campaign! And weary of running a muck-muck, Resolved by the first opportunity to bolt off like a Buck-Buck— Buckinghamshire dragoon! At the end of ten days (for no sooner I embarked in a Newfoundland schooner, Buckinghamshire dragoon! THE WHIG BOX.* When Canning, Fortune's dearest pet, To form a bran-new Cabinet To serve this happy land; He undertook the task with glee: Yet ponder'd he for many a day And oft his cunning schemes gave way, Materials had he-tried and raw His tools work'd well and true: He turn'd o'er many wooden logs, Good English Oak was all too tough Too common-house-wife like and rough, He wanted something light and gay To dazzle and amuse, He cared not when it might decay Or how unfit for use. * On the change of ministry, and Mr. Canning's acceptance of the Premiership, April 1827. But time was running on apace : An old Whig box he found He thought how easy 'twere to give Polish and firmness too, "It shall be so !-'tis done," he cried- "I'll add some ornaments of brass "With drawers which can be mov'd at will, A master key to all- For great concerns and small. "I'll fix it well with golden pegs, Good easy man!—the thing is rais'd, Deck'd with a royal crown: POLICE EXTRAORDINARY.* TUESDAY last, Frederick Robinson was brought before the sitting magistrates at Bow-street, to answer to a charge of quitting his master's service without giving him due warning. It appeared in evidence, that Robinson had some months ago engaged himself to drive the Sovereign stage-coach, but finding himself unable to manage the horses, and being also apprehensive of the issue of several complaints lodged against him at the next quarter-sessions for careless and unskilful driving, he, the said Robinson, did last Thursday se'nnight, just as the Sovereign was to leave London, quit the service of his master, and set off to some relations he has in Bedfordshire; since which time every effort had been made to get him back to his work without success. The following examination will best explain the nature of the case: Magistrate. Well, Robinson, what have you to say to all this? Robinson.-Please your worship, I'll tell you the whole truth. I took the place because I likes to be doing, and thought I could do very well; but never having been used afore to work with leaders, vy the osses got the better o' me, and so I thought it best to be off, before any serious damage happened. Magistrate.-Have you been long in your master's service? * On the resignation of Lord Goderich, Dec. 1827. |