LETTER IV. FROM PHELIM CONNOR TO "RETURN!"-no, never, while the with'ring hand * Still hope and suffer, all who can !--but I, But whither?-everywhere the scourge pursues- Oh, E-gl-d! could such poor revenge atone Were this his lux'ry, never is thy name 1 "They used to leave a yard square of the wall of the house unplastered, on which they wrote, in large letters, either the fore-mentioned verse of the Psalmist (If I forget thee, O Jerusalem,' &c.) or the words- The memory of the desolation."-Leo of Modena. I have thought it prudent to omit some parts of Mr. Phelim Connor's letter. He is evidently an intemperate That monster, Self, too gross to be conceal'd, Of hope, of freedom-but to drain her blood! If thus to hear thee branded be a bliss That Vengeance loves, there's yet more sweet than When will the world shake off such yokes? oh, when Will that redeeming day shine out on men, When will this be ?-or, oh! is it, in truth, Are they the only wise, who laugh to scorn Who, proud to kiss each sep'rate rod of pow'r, * LETTER V. FROM MISS BIDDY FUDGE TO MISS DOROTHY WHAT a time since wrote!-I'm a sad, naughty girl But, Lord, such a place! and then, DOLLY, my dresses, My gowns, so divine!-there's no language expresses, Except just the two words "superbe," "magnifique," The trimmings of that which I had home last week! It is call'd-I forget-à la-something which sounded Like alicampane-but, in truth, I'm confounded And bother'd, my dear, 'twixt that troublesome boy's (BOB'S) Cookery language, and Madame LE Ror's: What with fillets of roses, and fillets of veal, Things garni with lace, and things garni with eel, One's hair and one's cutlets both en papillote, And a thousand more things I shall ne'er have by rote, I can scarce tell the diff'rence, at least as to phrase, Between beef à la Psyché and curls à la braise.— But, in short, dear, I'm trick'd out quite à la Française, With my bonnet-so beautiful!-high up and poking, Like things that are put to keep chimneys from smoking. Where shall I begin with the endless delights acting But dressing and dinnering, dancing and acting? Imprimis, the Opera-mercy, my ears! Brother BOBBY's remark, t'other night, was a true one ; "This must be the music," said he, "of the spears, "For I'm cursed if each note of it doesn't run through one!" Pa says (and you know, love, his Book's to make out "Twas the Jacobins brought ev'ry mischief about) For, though, like a tee-totum, I'm all in a twirl ;- If, when of age, every man in the realm 1 The late Lord C. of Ireland had a curious theory about names, he held that every man with three names was a jacobin. His instances in Ireland were numerous :-viz. Archibald Hamilton Rowan, Theobald Wolfe Tone, James Napper Tandy, John Philpot Curran, &c., &c.; and in England he produced as examples Charles James Fox, Richard Brinsley Sheridan, John Horne Tooke, Francis Burdett Jones, &c., &c. The Romans called a thief "homo trium literarum.' Had a voice like old Laïs, and chose to maké use of it! Tum' trium literarum homo PLAUTUS, Aulular. Act. ii. Scene 4. 2 The oldest, most celebrated, and most noisy of the singers at the French Opera. * Dissaldeus supposes this word to be a glossema:—that is, he thinks "Fur" has made his escape from the margin into de text. No-never was known in this riotous sphere And composing a fine rumbling bass to a cholic! But, the dancing—ah! parlez-moi, DOLLY, de ça― There, indeed, is a treat that charms all but Papa. Such beauty-such grace-oh ye sylphs of ro mance! Fly, fly to TITANIA, and ask her if she has Here DANIEL, in pantomime, bids bold defiance In very thin clothing, and but little of it ;- In a manner that, Boв says, is quite Eve-angelic! But in short, dear, 'twould take me a month to recite All the exquisite places we're at, day and night; And, besides, ere I finish, I think you'll be glad Just to hear one delightful adventure I've had. One light-footed nymph in her train, that can dance When her delicate feet in the dance twinkle If its charms I can paint-there are cars, that set out round, That her steps are of light, that her home is the air, And she only par complaisance touches the ground. And when BIGOTTINI in PSYCHÉ dishevels Her black flowing hair, and by dæmons is driven, Oh! who does not envy those rude little devils, That hold her and hug her, and keep her from heaven? Then, the music-so softly its cadences die, To make love to me then-you've a soul, and can judge From a lighted pavilion, high up in the air, And rattle you down, DOLL-you hardly know where. These vehicles, mind me, in which you go through This delightfully dangerous journey, hold two. Some cavalier asks, with humility, whether You'll venture down with him—you smile—'tis a match; In an instant you're seated, and down both together Go thund'ring, as if you went post to old scratch! Well, it was but last night, as I stood and remark'd On the looks and odd ways of the girls who em. bark'd, The impatience of some for the perilous flight, What a crisis 'twould be for your friend BIDDY The forced giggle of others, 'twixt pleasure and They call it the Play-house-I think-of St. Mar- With mustachios that gave (what we read of so oft) 1 The Théâtre de la Porte St.-Martin, which was built when the Opera House in the Palais Royal was burnt down, in 1781-A few days after this dreadful fire, which lasted more than a week, and in which several persons perished, the Parisian élégantes displayed flame-colored dresses, "couleur de feu d'Opéra !"-Dulaure, Curiosités de Paris. "The old Testament," says the theatrical Critic in the Gazette de France, "is a mine of gold for the managers of our small play-houses. A multitude crowd round the Théâtre de la Gaieté every evening to see the Passage of the Red Sea." In the play-bill of one of these sacred melo-drames at Vienna, we find "The Voice of G-d, by M. Schwartz." A piece very popular last year, called "Daniel, ou La Fosse aux Lions." The following scene will give an idea of The dear Corsair expression, half savage, half soft, As hyænas in love may be fancied to look, or (Rather bald, but so warlike!) in bad English said, the daring sublimity of these Scriptural pantomimes. "Scène 20.-La fournaise devient un berceau de nuages azurés, au fond duquel est un groupe de nuages plus lumineux, et au milieu Jehovah' au centre d'un cercle de rayons brillans, qui annonce la présence de l'E'ternel." 4 Madame Begrand, a finely-formed woman, who acts in "Susanna and the Elders,"-"L'Amour et la Folie," &c., &c. The Promenades Aériennes, or French MountainsSee a description of this singular and fantastic place of amusement in a pamphlet, truly worthy of it, by "F. F. Cotterel, Médecin, Docteur de la Faculté de Paris," &c., &c. According to Dr. Cotterel the cars go at the rate of fortyeight miles an hour. "Ah! my dear-if Ma'mselle vil be so very Fly to the Beaujon, and there seek relief good Just for von littel course"-though I scarce under stood What he wish'd me to do, I said, thank him, I would. Off we set-and, though faith, dear, I hardly knew whether My head or my heels were the uppermost then, For 'twas like heav'n and earth, DOLLY, coming together, Yet, spite of the danger, we dared it again. And oh as I gazed on the features and air Of the man, who for me all this peril defied, I could fancy almost he and I were a pair Of unhappy young lovers, who thus, side by side, Were taking, instead of rope, pistol, or dagger, a Desperate dash down the falls of Niagara! YOURS of the 12th received just nowThanks for the hint, my trusty brother! 'Tis truly pleasing to see how We, FUDGES, stand by one another. But never fear-I know my chap, And he knows me too-verbum sap. My Lord and I are kindred spirits, Like in our ways as two young ferrets; Both fashion'd, as that supple race is, To twist into all sorts of places ;Creatures lengthy, lean, and hungering, Fond of blood and burrow-mongering. As to my Book in 91, Call'd "Down with Kings, or, Who'd have thought it?" Bless you, the Book's long dead and gone,— Not ev'n th' Attorney-General bought it. As you remind me in your letter, His Lordship likes me all the better ;- ane main bien noire, fera davantage ressortir l'albâtre des bras arrondis de celles-ci."-p. 22. 2 His Majesty, who was at Paris under the travelling name of Count Ruppin, is known to have gone down the Beaujon very frequently. REYNOLDS and I-(you know ToM REYNOLDS When S-D-TH wants a death or two ;) All men, like us, of information, Meaning Informers, kept at high rent?— Gem'men, who touch'd the Treasury glist'ners, Like us, for being trusty list'ners; And picking up each tale and fragment, For royal MIDAS's Green Bag meant. "And wherefore," said this best of Peers, "Should not the R-G-T too have ears, "To reach as far, as long and wide as "Those of his model, good King MIDAS?" This speech was thought extremely good, And (rare for him) was understoodInstant we drank "The R-G-T's Ears," With three times three illustrious cheers, Which made the room resound like thunder"The R-G-T's Ears, and may he ne'er "From foolish shame, like MIDAS, wear "Old paltry wigs to keep them under !" This touch at our old friends, the Whigs, Made us as merry all as grigs. In short, (I'll thank you not to mention These things again,) we get on gayly; And, thanks to pension and Suspension, Our little Club increases daily. 1 Lord C.'s tribute to the character of his friend, Mr. Reynolds, will long be remembered with equal credit to both. 2 This interpretation of the fable of Midas's ears seems the most probable of any, and is thus stated in Hoffmann:"Hâc allegoriâ significatum, Midam, utpote tyrannum, subauscultatores dimittere solitum, per quos, quæcunque per omnem regionem vel fierent, vel dicerentur, cognosceret, nimirum illis utens aurium vice." 3 Brossette, in a note on this line of Boileau, "Midas, le Roi Midas, a des ore lles d'Ane," tells us, that "M. Perrault le Médecin voulut faire à notre auteur un crime d'état de ce vers, comme d'une maligne allusion au Roi." I trust, however, that no one will suspect the line in the text of any such indecorous allusion. CASTLES, and OLIVER, and such, To the chief Rats in upper stations; ners, Who shame us by their imitations; Not things as mute as Punch, when ught, Of which your natural histories brag, Who let the cat out of the bag. Rat after rat, they graduate To Chanc'llorship and Marquisate. Our music's good, you may be sure; 4 It was not under wigs, but tiaras, that King Midas endeavored to conceal these appendages: Tempora purpureis tentat velare tiaris.-OVID. The Noble Giver of the toast, however, had evidently, with his usual clearness, confounded King Midas, Mr. Liston, and the Pe R-g-t together. Mr. Fudge and his friends ought i go by this nameas the man, who, some years since, saved the late Right Hon. George Rose from drowning, was ever after called Salvator Rosa. This intimacy between the Rats and Informers is just as it should be-" verè dulce sodalitium." 7 His Lordship, during one of the busiest periods of his |