(His horns, it seems, are made t' unscrew; In short, he look'd extremely natty, And ev'n contrived-to his own great wonderBy dint of sundry scents from Gattie, To keep the sulphurous hogo under. And so my gentleman hoof'd about, Unknown to all but a chosen few At White's and Crockford's, where, no doubt, He had many post-obits falling due. Alike a gamester and a wit, At night he was seen with Crockford's crew; At morn with learned dames would sit So pass'd his time 'twixt black and blue. Some wish'd to make him an M. P., But, finding Wilks was also one, he Swore, in a rage, «he'd be d-d if he Would ever sit in one house with Johnny.»> At length, as secrets travel fast, And devils, whether he or she, Are sure to be found out at last, The affair got wind most rapidly. The press, the impartial press, that snubs Alike a fiend's or an angel's capersMiss Paton's soon as Beelzebub's Fired off a squib in the morning papers: « We warn good men to keep aloof From a grim old Dandy, seen about, With a fire-proof wig, and a cloven hoof, Through a neat cut Hoby smoking out.>> Now, the Devil being a gentleman, Who piques himself on well-bred dealings, You may guess, when o'er these lines he ran, How much they hurt and shock'd his feelings. Away he posts to a man of law, And 't would make you laugh could you have seen 'em, As paw shook hand, and hand shook paw, For oh, 't was nuts to the father of lies (As this wily fiend is named in the Bible), To find it settled by laws so wise, That the greater the truth, the worse the libel! LITERARY ADVERTISEMENT. WANTED-Authors of all-work, to job for the season, No matter which party, so faithful to neither :Good hacks, who, if posed for a rhyme or a reason, Can manage, like *****, to do without either. If in gaol, all the better for out-o'-door topics; For a Dramatist too, the most useful of schools He can study high life in the King's Bench community: Aristotle could scarce keep him more within rules, And of place he, at least, must adhere to the unity. Any lady or gentleman come to an age To have good «Reminiscences» (three-score, or higher), Will meet with encouragement-so much, per page, And the spelling and grammar both found by the buyer. No matter with what their remembrance is stock'd, So they'll only remember the quantum desired;Enough to fill handsomely Two Volumes, oct., Price twenty-four shillings, is all that's required. They may treat us, like Kelly, with old jeux-d'esprits, Or kindly inform us, like Madame Genlis,1 And 't was «< hail, good fellow, well met,» be- Wanted, also, a new stock of Pamphlets on corn, tween 'em. Straight an indictment was preferr'd— And much the Devil enjoy'd the jest, When, asking about the bench, he heard That, of all the Judges, his own was Best. In vain Defendant profferr'd proof That Plaintiff's self was the Father of EvilBrought Hoby forth, to swear to the hoof, And Stultz, to speak to the tail of the Devil. The Jury-saints, all snug and rich, And readers of virtuous Sunday papers, Found for the Plaintiff-on hearing which The Devil gave one of his loftiest capers. By « Farmers» and « Landholders»-(worthies whose lands Enclosed all in bow-pots, their attics adorn, Or, whose share of the soil may be seen on their hands). No-Popery Sermons, in ever so dull a vein, Sure of a market;-should they, too, who pen 'em, Be renegade Papists, like Murtagh O'Sullivan,2 Something extra allow'd for the additional venom. This lady also favours us, in her Memoirs, with the addresses of those apothecaries who have, from time to time, given her pills that agreed with her; always desiring that the pills should be ordered comme pour elle." 2 A gentleman, who distinguished himself by his evidence before the Irish Committees. He had pledged a hate unto me and mine, And he now was dead, and—I could n't rejoice! And carries a smile, with a curse below! If ever a heart made bright amends For the fatal fault of an erring headGo, learn his fame from the lips of friends, In the orphan's tear be his glory read. A prince without pride, a man without guile, To the last unchanging, warm, sincere, For worth he had ever a hand and smile, And for misery ever his purse and tear. Touch'd to the heart by that solemn toll, I calmly sunk in my chains again; While, still as I said, « Heaven rest his soul!» My mates of the dungeon sigh'd, « Amen!» January, 1827. ODE TO FERDINAND. QUIT the sword, thou King of men, First thy care, O King! devote After this, we'll try thy hand, HAT VERSUS WIG. At the interment of the Duke of York, Lord Eldon, in order to guard against the effects of the damp, stood upon his hat during the whole of the ceremony." metus omnes et inexorabile fatum Subjecit pedibus, strepitumque Acherontis avari. 'TWIXT Eldon's Hat and Eldon's Wig There lately rose an altercation,- Quoth Wig, with consequential air, Pooh! pooh! you surely can't design, Your station in the state to mine. << Who meets the learned legal crew? For Law is Wig, and Wig is Law!' « Who tried the long, Long Wellesley suit, And merrily to swear went they ;-4 Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below and gods above, For Love is Heav'n and Heav'n is Love.-SCOTT. 2 Brim, a naughty woman.-GROSE. 3 Ghost [eneath]-Swear! Handet.-Ha, ha! say'st thou so? Art thou there, Truepenny? Come on." 4 His Lordship's demand for fresh affidavits was incessant. << When, loth poor Wellesley to condemn, he With nice discrimination weigh'd, Whether 't was only 'Hell and Jemmy,' Or 'Hell and Tommy' that he play'd. « No, no, my worthy beaver, noThough cheapen'd at the cheapest hatter's, And smart enough, as beavers go, Thou ne'er wert made for public matters.>> Here Wig concluded his oration, << Ha! dost thou then so soon forget To venture his podagric toe! Who was it then, thou boaster, say, When thou hadst to thy box sneak'd off, Beneath his feet protecting lay, And saved him from a mortal cough? <<Think, if Catarrh had quench'd that sun, How blank this world had been to thee! Without that head to shine upon, Oh Wig, where would thy glory be? «You too, ye Britons,-had this hope Of Church and State been ravish'd from ye, Oh think, how Canning and the Pope Would then have played up 'Hell and Tommy." «At sea, there's but a plank, they say, 'Twixt seamen and annihilation;-A Hat, that awful moment, lay Twixt England and Emancipation! « Oh!!!--» At this «Oh!!! » The Times' Reporter On his return, he found these shocks THE PERIWINKLES AND THE LOCUSTS. A SALMAGUNDIAN HYMN. To Panurge was assigned the Lairdship of Salmagundi, which was yearly worth 6.789,106,789 ryals, besides the revenue of the Locusts and Periwinkles, amounting one year with another to the value of 2,435,768, etc. etc.-RABELAIS. « HURRA! Hurra!» I heard them say, And they cheer'd and shouted all the way, As the Laird of Salmagundi went, Το open in state his Parliament. The Salmagundians once were rich, Or thought they were-no matter which- From their Periwinkles larger grew; And their rulers, skill'd in all the trick, And legerdemain of arithmetic, Knew how to place 1, 2, 3, 4, And proved themselves most wealthy men! So, on they went, a prosperous crew, The people wise, the rulers clever,- Would thus go flourishing on for ever. But, lord! they found there was n't a tittle Of truth in aught they heard before; And lost by Locusts ten times more! Alack, alack and a well-a-day! And still, as they thinn'd and died away, The Locusts, ay, and the Locusts' Bill, Grew fatter and fatter every day! «Oh fie! oh fie!» was now the cry, As they saw the gaudy show go by, And the Laird of Salmagundi went To open his Locust Parliament! NEW CREATION OF PEERS. BATCH THE FIRST. His 'prentice han' He tried on man, And then he made the lasses. « AND now,» quoth the Minister (eased of his panics, And ripe for each pastime the summer affords), Accented as in Swift's line Not so a nation's revenues are paid. Having had our full swing at destroying mechanics, By way of set-off, let us make a few Lords. 'Tis pleasant-while nothing but mercantile fractures, Some simple, some compound, is dinn'd in our earsTo think that, though robb'd of all coarse manufactures, We still keep our fine manufacture of Peers; « Those Gobelin productions, which Kings take a pride In engrossing the whole fabrication and trade of; Choice tapestry things, very grand on one side, But showing, on t' other, what rags they are made of.>> The plan being fix'd, raw material was sought, No matter how middling, if Tory the creed be; And first-to begin with-Squire Wortley,'t was thought, For a Lord was as raw a material as need be. Next came, with his penchant for painting and pelf, The tasteful Sir Charles, so renown'd, far and near, For purchasing pictures, and selling himself, And both (as the public well knows) very dear. Beside him Sir John comes, with equal éclat, in ;Stand forth,chosen pair, while for titles we measure ye; Both connoisseur baronets, both fond of drawing, Sir John, after nature, Sir Charles, on the Treasury. But, bless us!-behold a new candidate come In his hand he upholds a prescription, new written; He poiseth a pill-box 'twixt finger and thumb, And he asketh a seat 'mong the Peers of Great Britain! << Forbid it,» cried Jenky, «ye Viscounts, ye Earls!— Oh Rank, how thy glories would fall disenchanted, If coronets glisten'd with pills 'stead of pearls, And the strawberry-leaves were by rhubarb supplanted! «No-ask it not, ask it not, dear Doctor HalfordIf nought but a Peerage can gladden thy life, And if young Master Halford as yet is too small for 't, Sweet Doctor, we 'll make a she Peer of thy wife. Next to bearing a coronet on our own brows Is to bask in its light from the brows of another; And grandeur o'er thee shall reflect from thy spouse, As o'er Vesey Fitzgerald 't will shine through his mother.» Thus ended the First Batch-and Jenky, much tired SPEECH ON THE UMBRELLA QUESTION. BY LORD ELDON. Vos inumbrelles video.»-Ex Juvenil. Georgii Canningii. My Lords, I'm accused of a trick that, God knows, is The last into which, at my age, I could fall— 1 Among the persons mentioned as likely to be raised to the peerage are the mother of Mr Vesey Fitzgerald, etc. A case which interested the public very much at this period. A gentleman, of the name of Bell, having left his umbrella bebind him in the House of Lords, the door-keepers, standing, no doubt, on the privileges of that noble body, refused to restore it to him; and the above speech, which may be considered as a pendant to that of the Learned Earl on the Catholic Question, arose out of the transaction. From Mr Canning's translation of Jekyl's- As you 've no umbrellas. Of leading this grave House of Peers, by their noses, My lords, on the question before us at present, God forbid that your Lordships should knuckle to me; I own, of our Protestant laws I am jealous, And, long as God spares me, will always maintain, That, once having taken men's rights, or umbrellas, We ne'er should consent to restore them again. What security have you, ye Bishops and Peers, If thus you give back Mr Bell's parapluie, That he may n't, with its stick, come about all your ears, And then-where would your Protestant periwigs be? No, heav'n be my judge, were I dying to-day, Ere I dropp'd in the grave, like a medlar that's mellow, « For God's sake»-at that awful moment I'd say<< For God's sake, don't give Mr Bell his umbrella, »> [This address, says a ministerial journal, delivered with amazing emphasis and earnestness, occasioned an extraordinary sensation in the House. Nothing since the memorable address of the Duke of York has produced so remarkable an impression.»] Thus, Erin! my love, do I show Thus quiet thee, mate of my bed! And, as poison and hemp are too slow, Do thy business with bullets instead. Should thy faith in my medicine be shaken, Ask Roden, that mildest of saints; He'll tell thee, lead, inwardly taken, Alone can remove thy complaints;— That, blest as thou art in thy lot, Nothing's wanted to make it more pleasant But being hang'd, tortured, and shot, Much oft'ner than thou art at present. Even Wellington's self hath averr'd Thou art yet but half sabred and hung, And I loved him the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from his tongue. So take the five millions of pills, Dear partner, I herewith inclose; 'Tis the cure that all quacks for thy ills, From Cromwell to Eldon, propose. And you, ye brave bullets, that go, How I wish that, before you set out, For he 'd charm ye, in spite of your lead, That A PASTORAL BALLAD. BY JOHN BULL. Dublin, March 13, 1827.-Friday, after the arrival of the packet bringing the account of the defeat of the Catholic Question, in the House of Commons, orders were sent to the Pigeon House to forward 5,000,000 rounds of musket-ball cartridge to the different garrisons round the country.-Freeman's Journal, I HAVE found out a gift for my Erin, Is a dose that will do her more good. There is hardly a day of our lives But we read, in some amiable trials, One thinks, with his mistress or mate While another, whom Hymen has bless'd With a dose of the best Prussic acid. A LATE SCENE AT SWANAGE. Regnis Ex-sul ademtis.-VIRG. To Swanage,-that neat little town, in whose bay Thus on he went chatting,-but, lo' while he chats, « How is this, Lady Bags?-to this region aquatic |