"I'll try," says king Crack-then they furnish'd him models So he took to his darling old idols again, And, just mending their legs and new bronzing their faces, In open defiance of gods and of men, Set the monsters up grinning once more in their places! WHAT'S MY THOUGHT LIKE? Quest. Why is a pump like V-sc-nt C-stl-r-gh? EPIGRAM. DIALOGUE BETWEEN A CATHOLIC DELEGATE AND HIS R-Y-L SAID his Highness to Ned, with that grim face of his, 66 "Why refuse us the Veto, dear Catholic Neddy?”. Because, Sir," said Ned, looking full in his phiz, "You're forbidding enough, in all conscience, already!" WREATHS FOR THE MINISTERS. AN ANACREONTIC. HITHER, Flora, queen of flowers! Haste thee from Old Brompton's bowers Or (if sweeter that abode) From the King's well-odour'd road, Where each little nursery bud Breathes the dust and quaffs the mud ! Hither come, and gaily twine Brightest herbs and flowers of thine First you must then, willy-nilly, Next, our C-stl-r-gh to crown, Wither'd shamrocks, which have been (Such as H-df-t brought away Crimp the leaves, thou first of syrens! That's enough-away, away- How the oldest rose that grows Must be pluck'd to deck old R-e— How the Doctor's brow should smile But time presses--to thy taste I leave the rest, so, prithee, haste! *The ancients, in like manner, crowned their lares or household gods. (See Juvenal, Sat. ix., v. 138.) + Certain tinsel imitations of the shamrock, which are distributed by the servants of C-n House every Patrick's-day. Lord Sidmouth, EPIGRAM. DIALOGUE BETWEEN A DOWAGER AND HER MAID ON THE NIGHT OF LORD Y-RM-TH'S FETE. "I WANT the Court-Guide," said my lady, "to look If the house, Seymour Place, be at 30 or 20." "We've lost the Court-Guide, ma'am; but here's the Red Book, Where you'll find, I daresay, Seymour PLACES in Plenty!" HORACE, ODE XI. LIB. II. FREELY TRANSLATED BY G. R. COME, Y-rm-th, my boy, never trouble your brains The Emperor Boney, Is doing or brewing on Muscovy's plains; Nor tremble, my lad, at the state of our granaries; Still plenty to cram in You always shall have, my dear lord of the Stannaries ! Brisk let us revel, while revel we may, And then people get fat, And infirm, and--all that, And a wig, I confess, so clumsily sits, That it frightens the little Loves out of their wits. Too quickly must turn (What a heart-breaking change for thy whiskers!) to Grey. Think, think how much better Should avoid, by the by,) How much pleasanter 'tis to sit under the bust Of old Charley, my friend here, and drink like a new one; While Charley looks sulky and frowns at me, just As the ghost in the pantomime frowns at Don Juan! To crown us, Lord Warden! Grows plenty of monkshood in venomous sprigs; Refreshing all noses Shall sweetly exhale from our whiskers and wigs. What youth of the household will cool our noyau Or who will repair Unto M-ch-r Sq- -e And see if the gentle Marchesa be there? Go, bid her haste hither, And let her bring with her The newest No-Popery sermon that's going- In the manner of-Ackermann's dresses for May! HORACE, ODE XXII. LIB. I. FREELY TRANSLATED BY LORD ELD-N. THE man who keeps a conscience pure, No want has he of sword or dagger Though Peers may laugh, and Papists swagger, Whether midst Irish chairmen going, Or through St Giles's alleys dim, 'Mid drunken Sheelahs, blasting, blowing, No matter, 'tis all one to him. For instance, I, one evening late, Singing the praise of Church and state, When lo! an Irish papist darted Across my path, gaunt, grim, and big— I did but frown, and off he started, Of Church and state I'll warble still, Though even Dick M-rt-n's self should grumble; Sweet Church and state, like Jack and Jill, So lovingly upon a hill— Ah! ne'er like Jack and Jill to tumble EPIGRAM. FROM THE FRENCH. "I NEVER give a kiss," says Prue, "To naughty man, for I abhor it." She will not give a kiss, 'tis true; She'll take one though, and thank you for it! ON A SQUINTING POETESS. To no one Muse does she her glance confine, ΤΟ "Moria pur quando vuol, non è bisogna mutar ni faccia ni voce per esser un Angelo." DIE when you will, you need not wear Than beauty here on earth has given; |