Oh, WELLINGTON! long as such Ministers wield
Your magnificent arm, the same emblem will do;
For, while they 're in the Council and you in the Field,
We 've the babies in them, and the thunder in you!

As for us in Pekin»---here a devil of a din From the bed-chamber came, where that long Mandarin, | C-STL-R-GH (whom Fuм calls the Confucius of prosej, Was rehearsing a speech upon Europe's repose, To the deep, double-bass of the fat idol's nose!

I am, Sir, yours, etc.

FUM AND HUM,

The two Birds of Royalty.

MUM.

ONE day the Chinese Bird of Royalty, Fum,
Thus accosted our own Bird of Royalty, Hum,
In that Palace or China-shop (Brighton-which is it?)
Where FUM had just come to pay Hum a short visit.
Near akin are these Birds, though they differ in nation
(The breed of the Hums is as old as creation),
Both full-craw'd Legitimates-both birds of prey,
Toth cackling and ravenous creatures, half way
'Twixt the goose and the vulture, like Lord C-STL-R-GE;
While FUM deals in Mandarins, Bonzes, Bolea-
Peers, Bishops, and Punch, HUM, are sacred to thee!
So congenial their tastes, that, when FUM first did
light on

The floor of that grand Chin-warehouse at Brighton,
The lanterns, and dragons, and things round the dome
Were so like what he left, «Gad,» says FUM, <«< I'm at

home »

And when, turning, he saw Bishop L-▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ -GE, « Zooks, it is,»

Quoth the Bird, « yes-I know him-a Bonze, by his phiz

And that jolly old idol he kneels to so low

Can be none but our round-about godhead, fat Fo!»
It chanced, at this moment, the Episcopal Prig
Was imploring the P▬▬▬E to dispense with his wig,
Which the Bird, overhearing, flew high o'er his head,
And some TOBIT-like marks of his patronage shed,
Which so dimm'd the poor Dandy's idolatrous eye,
That while Fum cried « Oh Fo!» all the Court cried
<<< Oh he!»

But, a truce to digression.-These Birds of a feather

EPISTLE FROM TOM CRIB TO BIG BEN. Concerning some foul play in a late Transaction."

Ahi, mio Ben!-METASTASIO,

WHAT! BEN, my old hero, is this your renown?
Is this the new go?-kick a man when he's down!
When the foe has knock'd under, to tread on him then-
By the fist of my father, I blush for thee, BEN!
Foul! foul!» all the lads of the fancy exclaim-
CHARLEY SHOCK is electrified-BELCHER spits flame-
And MOLYNEUX-ay, even BLACKY, cries Shame!a
Time was, when JouN BELL little difference spied
Twixt the foe at his feet and the friend at his side;
When he found such his humour in fighting and eating
But this comes, Master BEN, of your cursed foreign na
His foe, like his beef-steak, the sweeter for beating-
tions,

Your trinkets, wigs, thingumbobs, gold lace, and lɔtions;

Your noyaus, curaçoas, and the devil knows what—
One swig of Blue Ruin3 is worth the whole lot
Your great and small crosses— -(ray eyes, what a broad
A cross-buttock from me would do some of them gd
Which have spoil'd you, till hardly a drop, my cli

Of

porpoise,

And (as JIM says) the only one trick, good or bad, pure English claret is left in your corpus; Of the fancy you 're up to, is fibbing, my lad! Hence it comes,-BOXIANA, disgrace to thy page!Having floor'd, by good luck, the first swell of the age Having conquer'd the prime one, that milld us » round,

You kick'd him, old BEN, as he gasp'd on the ground Ay-just at the time to show spunk, if you 'd got

The P-E just in bed, or about to depart for 't, His legs full of gout, and his arms full of --); say, Huм,» says FUM-FUм, of course, spoke Chi

nese,

But, bless you, that 's nothing-at Brighton one sees
Foreign lingoes and Bishops translated with case-
I say, HUM, how fares it with Royalty now?
Is it up? is it prime? is it spooney-or how?»
The Bird had just taken a flash man's degree
Under B▬▬▬▬▬▬E, Y————TH, and young Master

L

In consequence of an old promise that he should be allowed to wear his own hair, whenever he might be clevated to a bishoprick by his R-1H- -$8.

Oh, shade of the Cheesemonger you who, alis
Doubled up, by the dozen, those Mounseers in bra a
On that great day of milling, when blood lay in 125
When Kings held the bottle and Europe the stakes,
Look down upon BEN-see him dunghill ali oer.
Insult the fallen foe that can harm him no more.
Out, cowardly spooney!—again and again,
By the fist of my father, I blush for thee, BEN.

Refreshing all noses,

Shall sweetly exhale from our whiskers and wigs.
What youth of the Household will cool our noyau
In that streamlet delicious,

That, down 'midst the dishes,
All full of good fishes

Romantic doth flow?

3 Or who will repair

Unto M-—— Sq-- ·e,

And see if the gentle Marchesa be there?
Go-bid her haste hither,

4 And let her bring with her

The newest No-Popery Sermon that's going

5 Oh! let her come with her dark tresses flowing, All gentle and juvenile, curly and gay,

In the manner of ACKERMANN's Dresses for May!

For instance, I, one evening late,
Upon a gay vacation sally,
Singing the praise of Church and State,
Got (God knows how) to Cranbourne-Alley.

When lo! an Irish Papist darted

Across my path, gaunt, grim, and big-
I did but frown, and off he started,
Scared at me even without my wig!

HORACE, ODE 1. LIB. 11.

A FRAGMENT.

Odi profanum vulgus et arceo.

Favete linguis carmina non prius
Audita, Musarum sacerdos,
Virginibus, puerisque canto.

Regum tremendorum in proprios greges,
Reges in ipsos imperium est Jovis.

1813.

I HATE thee, oh Mob! as my lady hates delf,
To Sir Francis I'll give up thy claps and thy hisses,

Namque me sylva lupus in Sabina, Dum meam canto Lalegen, et ultra Terminum curis vagor expeditus,

Fugit inermem.

I cannot help calling the reader's attention to the peculiar ingenuity with which these lines are paraphrased. Not to mention the happy conversion of the wolf into a papist (seeing that Romulus was suckled by a wolf that Rome was founded by Romulus, and that the Pope has always reigned at Rome), there is something particularly neat in supposing ultra terminum to mean vacation-time, and then the modest consciousness with which the noble and learned translator has avoided touching upon the words curis expeditus (or, as it has been otherwise read, causis expeditus), and the felicitous idea of his being inermiss when without his wig, are altogether the most delectable specimens of paraphrase in our language.

2 Quale portentum neque militaris Daunia in latis alit esculetis, Nec Jube tellus generat, leonum

Arida nutrix.

BETWEEN Adam and me the great difference is, Though a paradise each has been forced to resign,

1 The literal closeness of the version here cannot but be admired. The translator has added a long, erudite, and flowery note upon Roses, of which I can merely give a specimen at present. In the first place, he ransacks the Rosarium Politicum of the Persian poet Sadi, with the hope of finding some Political Roses, to match the gentleman in the text -but in vain. he then tells us that Cicero accused Verres of reposing upon a cushion Melitensi rosa fartum, which, from the odd mixture of words, he supposes to be a kind of Irish Bed of Roses, like Lord Castlereagh's. The learned clerk next favours us with some remarks upon a well-known puaning epitaph on fair Rosamond, and expresses a most loyal hope, that, if Rosa munda, mean a Rose with clean bande, it may be found applicable to the Right Honourable Rose in question. He then dwells at some length upon the Rosa aurea," which, though descriptive, in one sense, of the old Treasury Statesman, yet, as being consecrated and worn by the Pope, must, of course, not be brought into the same atmosphere with him. Lastly, in reference to the words old Rose, he winds up with the pathetic lamentation of the poet, consenuisse Rosas.» The whole note, indeed, shows a knowledge of Roses that is quite edifying.

2 The words addressed by Lord Herbert of Cherbury, to the beauti

ful nun at Murano.-See his Life.

EPIGRAM.

Dialogue between a Dowager and her Maid on the Night of Lord Y-rm-th's Fête.

<< 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 dare say, Seymour PLACES in plenty !»

EPIGRAM.

FROM THE FRENCH.

«I NEVER give a kiss,» says Prue, «To naughty man, for I abhor it.»> She will not give a kiss 't is trueShe'll take one, though, and thank you for it.

ON A SQUINTING POETESS.

To no one Muse does she her glance confine, But has an eye, at once, to all the Nine!

THE TORCH OF LIBERTY.

I SAW it all in Fancy's glass-
Herself the fair, the wild magician,
That bid this splendid day-dream pass,
And named each gliding apparition.

1 This is a bon-mot, attributed, I know not how truly, to the Pa-nc-ss of W-L-S. I have merely versified it.

"I was like a torch race-such as they
Of Greece perform'd, in ages gone,
When the fleet youths, in long array,
Pass'd the bright torch triumphant on.

I saw the expectant nations stand

To catch the coming flame in turnI saw, from ready hand to hand, The clear but struggling glory burn.

And, oh their joy, as it came near, 'T was in itself a joy to seeWhile Fancy whisper'd in my ear,

That torch they pass is Liberty!»

And each, as she received the flame, Lighted her altar with its ray, Then, smiling to the next who came, Speeded it on its sparkling way.

From ALBION first, whose ancient shrine Was furnish'd with the fire already, COLUMBIA Caught the spark divine,

And lit a flame like ALBION's-steady.

The splendid gift then GALLIA took, And, like a wild Bacchante, raising The brand aloft, its sparkles shook,

As she would set the world a-blazing.

And, when she fired her altar, high

It flash'd into the redd'ning air So fierce, that ALBION, who stood nigh, Shrunk, almost blinded by the glare!

Next, SPAIN-So new was light to herLeap'd at the torch; but, ere the spark She flung upon her shrine could stir,

T was quench'd, and all again was dark.

Yet no-not quench'd—a treasure worth
So much to mortals rarely dies.-
Again her living light look'd forth,
And shone, a beacon, in all eyes.

Who next received the flame?-Alas!

Unworthy NAPLES-shame of shames That ever through such hands should pass That brightest of all earthly flames!

Scarce had her fingers touch'd the torch, When, frighted by the sparks it shed, Nor waiting e'en to feel the scorch,

She dropp'd it to the earth-and fled.

And fallen it might have long remain'd,

But GREECE, who saw her moment now, Caught up the prize, though prostrate, stain'd, And waved it round her beauteous brow.

And Fancy bid me mark where, o'er
Her altar as its flame ascended,
Fair laurell'd spirits seem'd to soar,

Who thus in song their voices blended:

Shine, shine for ever, glorious flame, Divinest gift of God to men! From Greece thy earliest splendour came, To Greece thy ray returns again!

«Take, Freedom! take thy radiant round-
When dimm'd, revive-when lost, return;
Till not a shrine through earth be found,
On which thy glories shall not burn!»

EPILOGUE.

LAST night, as lonely o'er my fire I sat,
Thinking of cues, starts, exits, and all that,
And wondering much what little knavish sprite
Had put it first in women's heads to write:-
Sudden I saw as in some witching dream-
A bright-blue glory round my book-case beam,
From whose quick-opening folds of azure light,
Out flew a tiny form, as small and bright
As Puck the Fairy, when he pops his head,
Some sunny morning, from a violet bed.