Takes every part with perfect case, Though to the Base by nature suited; And, form'd for all, as best may please, For whips and bolts, or chords and keys, Turns from his victims to his glees, And has them both well executed.1 H- TD, who, though no Rat himself, Delights in all such liberal arts, Drinks largely to the House of Guelph, And superintends the Corni parts. While C-NN-G,' who'd be first by choice, Consents to take an under voice; And GR-v-s, who well that signal knows, Watches the Volti subitos.* In short, as I've already hinted, We take, of late, prodigiously; For Gentlemen, like Toм and me, (We often tell the tale with laughter,) Who used to hide the pikes themselves, Then hang the fools who found them after I doubt not you could find us, too, Some Orange Parsons that might do ; Among the rest, we've heard of cne, The Reverend--something-HAMILTON, Who stuff'd a figure of himself (Delicious thought!) and had it shot at, To bring some Papists to the shelf, That couldn't otherwise be got at- And now, my brother, guide, and friend, Because I saw your nerves were shaken With anxious fears lest I should fail In this new, loyal, course I've taken. But, bless your heart! you need not doubtWe, FUDGES, know what we're about. Look round, and say if you can see A much more thriving family. There's JACK, the Doctor-night and day He's fobb'd, for that day's work, already. I'll ne'er forget th' old maid's alarm, When, feeling thus Miss Sukey Flirt, he Said, as he dropp'd h shrivell'd arm, "Damn d bad this morning-only thirty!" Your dowagers, too, every one, So gen'rous are, when they call him in, That he might now retire upon The rheumatisms of three old women. Then, whatsoe'er your ailments are, He can so learnedly explain ye 'emYour cold, of course, is a catarrh, Your headache is a hemi-cranium : His skill, too, in young ladies' lungs, The grace with which, most mild of men, He begs them to put out their tongues, Then bids them--put them in again: In short, there's nothing now like JACK!— Take all your doctors great and small, Of present times and ages back, Dear Doctor FUDGE is worth them all. So much for physic-then, in law too, Th' immortal name of FUDGE than thou. Not to expatiate on the art With which you play'd the patriot's part, The manager's keen eye attracts, Ministerial career, took lessons three times a week from a celebrated music-master, in glee-singing. How amply these two propensities of the Noble Lord would have been gratified among that ancient people of Etruria, who, as Aristotle tells us, used to whip their slaves once a year to the sound of flutes! 2 This Right Hon. Gentleman ought to give up his present alliance with Lord C., if upon no other principle than that which is inculcated in the following arrangement between two Ladies of Fashion: Says Clarinda, "though tears it may cost, It is time we should part, my dear Sue; For your character's totally lost, And I have not sufficient for two!" 3 The rapidity of this Noble Lord's transformation, at the same instant, into a Lord of the Bedchamber and an opponent of the Catholic Claims, was truly miraculous. 4 Turn instantly-a frequent direction in music-books The Irish diminutive of Squire. Thy glorious, lawyer-like delight And leave her not a leg to stand on. Thy cases, cited from the BibleThy candor, when it falls to theo To help in trouncing for a libel ;"God knows, I, from my soul, profess "To hate all bigots and benighters! "God knows, I love, to ev'n excess, "The sacred Freedom of the Press, My only aim's to-crush the writers." The briefs into thy bag so fast; I blush to see this letter's length But 'twas my wish to prove to thee And, should affairs go on as pleasant -GH, I hope, ere long, to see the day Then was, indeed, an hour of joy to those Who did not hope, in that triumphant time, on, Who did not hope the lust of spoil was gone; Good-by-my paper's out so nearly, LETTER VII. FROM PHELIM CONNOR TO BEFORE We sketch the Present-let us cast When he, who had defied all Europe's strength, The cause of Kings, for once, the cause of Right;- Round Alpine huts, the perfidy of Kings; 1 While the Congress was reconstructing Europe-not according to rights, natural affiances, language, habits, or laws, but by tables of finance, which divided and subdivided her population into souls, demi-souls, and even fractions, according to a scale of the direct duties or taxes which could be levied by the acquiring state," &c.-Sketch of the Military and Political Power of Russia. The words on the protocol are âmes, demi-âmes, &c. And tell the world, when hawks shall harmless bear The shrinking dove, when wolves shall learn to spare The helpless victim for whose blood they lusted, Then, and then only, monarchs may be trusted. It could not last-these horrors could not last- Then would the fire of France once more have blazed ; For every single sword, reluctant raised In the stale cause of an oppressive throne, But fate decreed not so-th' Imperial Bird, His own transgressions whiten in their shade; Whose honesty all knew, for all had tried; Though each by turns was knave and dupe-what then? A Holy League would set all straight again; As cloister'd maids, of shame or perfidy, -GH, Such was the pure divan, whose pens and wits In virtuous phrensy to th' assassin's knife. At the peace of Tilsit, where he abandoned his ally Prussia, to France, and received a portion of her territory 4 The seizure of Finland from his relative of Sweden. These Holy Leaguers, who then loudest boast Of faith and honor, when they've stain'd them most; From whose affection men should shrink as loath. Where in temples antique you may breakfast or dinner it, Lunch at a mosque, and see Punch from a minaret. "Tis country or town, they're so mess'd up together! Or Quidnuncs, on Sunday, just fresh from the barber's, Enjoying their news and groseille in those arbors; While gayly their wigs, like the tendrils, are curling, And founts of red currant-juice round them are purling. Here, DICK, arm in arm as we chattering stray, And receive a few civil "God-dems" by the way,For, 'tis odd, these mounseers,—though we've wasted our wealth And our strength, til e've thrown ourselves into a phthisic, [days, To cram down their throats an cld King for their health, Which I knew would go smash with me one of these As we whip little children to make them take physic; Yet, spite of our good-natured money and slaughter, Neatly as now, and good cookery flourishes So, of course, as no gentleman's seen out without Long as, by bay'nets protected, we, Natties, them, May have our full fling at their salmis and pâtés? They're now at the Schneider's'—and, while he's And, truly, I always declared 'twould be pity about them, Here goes for a letter, post-haste, neck and crop. Let us see-in my last I was-where did I stop? Oh, I know-at the Boulevards, as motley a road as Man ever would wish a day's lounging upon; With its cafés and gardens, hotels and pagodas, Its founts, and old Counts sipping beer in the sun: With its houses of all architectures you please, From the Grecian and Gothic, Dick, down by degrees To the pure Hottentot, or the Brighton Chinese ; 1 The usual preamble of these flagitious compacts. In the same spirit, Catherine, after the dreadful massacre of Warsaw, ordered a solemn "thanksgiving to God in all the churches, for the blessings conferred upon the Poles ;" and commanded that each of them should "swear fidelity and loyalty to her, and to shed in her defence the last drop of their blood, as they should answer for it to God,and his terrible judgment, kissing the holy word and cross of their Saviour !!! 2 An English tailor at Paris. 3 A ship is said to miss stays, when she does not obey the hem in tacking. To burn to the ground such a choice-feeding city. Had Dad but his way, he'd have long ago blown The whole batch to old Nick-and the people, I But think, DICK, their Cooks-what a loss to mankind! What a void in the world would their art leave behind! Their chronometer spits-their intense salamanders Saint AUSTIN's the "outward and visible sign While St. DENYS hangs out o'er some hatter of And possessing, good bishop, no head of his own," Their ovens their pots, that can soften old ganders, Takes an int'rest in Dandies, who've got-next to All vanish'd forever-their miracles o'er, And the Marmite Perpétuelle' bubbling no more! none ! Then we stare into shops-read the evening's affiches Take whatever ye fancy-take statues, take Or, if some, who're Lotharios in feeding, should money But leave them, oh leave them, their Perigueux pies, Their glorious goose-livers, and high pickled tunny 2 Though many, I own, are the evils they've brought us, Though Royalty's here on her very last legs, 66 You see, DICK, in spite of their cries of "God-dam," From the Boulevards we saunter through many a Crack jokes on the natives-mine, all very neat- Here, a Louis Dix-huit-there, a Martinmas goose, Henri Quatres in shoals, and of Gods a great many, wish Just to flirt with a luncheon, (a devilish bad trick, ramas We quicken our pace, and there heartily cram as That popular artist, who brings out, like Sc-TT, Divine maresquino, which-Lord, how one swal- Once more, then, we saunter forth after our snack, or Here hangs o'er a beer-shop, and tempts in his turn; I've tried all these mountains, Swiss, French, and While there St. VENECIA sits hemming and frilling her Holy mouchoir o'er the door of some milliner ; Ruggieri's, And think, for digestion, there's none like the "Je le crois bien; en parcil cas, il n'y a que le premier pas qui coûte." Off the Boulevards Italiens. 1 "Cette merveilleuse Marmite Perpétuelle, sur le feu depuis près d'un siècle; qui a donné le jour à plus de 300,000 chapons."-Alman. de Gourmands, Quatrième Année, p. 152. 2 Le thon mariné, one of the most favorite and indigestible hors-d'œuvres. This fish is taken chiefly in the Golfe de Lyon. "La tête et le dessous du ventre sont les parties les plus recherchées des gourmets."-Cours Gastro-jon or French Mountains, and calls them "une médecine nomique, p. 252. 3 The exact number mentioned by M. de la Reynière "On connoit en France 685 manières différentes d'accommoder les œufs; sans compter celles que nos savans imaginent chaque jour." 4 Veronica, the Saint of the Holy Handkerchief, is also, under the name of Venisse, or Venecia, the tutelary saint of milliners. 5 St. Denys walked three miles after his head was cut off. The mot of a woman of wit upon this legend is well known: 7 In the Palais Royal; successor, I believe, to the Flamand, so long celebrated for the moëlleux of his Gaufres. 8 Doctor Cotterel recommends, for this purpose, the Beau aérienne, couleur de rose ;" but I own I prefer the authority Memoranda-The Swiss little notice deserves, I doubt whether Mr. Bob is quite correct in accenting the |