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May probably suffer as, under For here lies one who ne'er preferred

The Chalking Act, known to be guilty. A Viscount to a Marquis yet. So much for the merits sublime (With whose catalogue ne'er should Beside him place the God of Wit,

Before him Beauty's rosiest girls ; Of the three greatest lights of our time, Apollo for a star he'd quit,

And Love's own sister for an Earl's. Drs. Eady and s—they and Slop ! Should you ask me, to which of the three Did niggard Fate no peers afford, Great Doctors the preference should He took, of course, to peer's rela. fall,

tions! As a matter of course,


And rather than not sport a lordi,
Dr. Eady must go to the wall.

Put up with even the last creations. But as S—they with laurels is crowned, And Slop with a wig and a tail is,

Even Irish names, could he but tag 'em Let Eady's bright temples be bound

With ‘Lord' and 'Duke,' were sweet With a swinging' Corona Muralis /'1

to call; And, at a pinch, Lord Ballyraggum

Was better than no Lord at all. EPITAPH ON A TUFT-HUNTER. Heaven grant him now some noblenook, LAMENT, lament, Sir Isaac Heard, For, rest his soul, he'd rather be Put mourning round thy page, De- Genteely damned beside a Duke, brett,

Than saved in vulgar company.



To the people of England, the humble Petition

Of Ireland's disconsolate Orangemen, showing-
That sad, very sad, is our present condition ;-

That our jobs are all gone, and our noble selves going;
That, forming one seventh-within a few fractions-

Of Ireland's seven millions of hot heads and hearts,
We hold it the basest of all base transactions

To keep us from murdering the other six parts;
That, as to laws made for the good of the many,

We humbly suggest there is nothing less true;
As all human laws (and our own more than any)

Are made by and for a particular few;
That much it delights every true Orange brother

To see you, in England, such ardour evince,
In discussing which sect most tormented the other,

And burned with most gusto, some hundred years since ;

1A crown granted as a reward among the Romans to persons who performed any extraordinary exploits upon walls-such as scaling them, battering them, etc. No doubt, writing upon them, to the extent that Dr. Eady does, would equally cstablish a claim to the honour.

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That we love to behold, while Old England grows faint,

Messrs Southey and Butler near coming to blows,
To decide whether Dunstan, that strong-bodied saint,

Ever truly and really pulled the devil's nose;
Whether t’other saint, Dominic, burnt the devil's paw-

Whether Edwy intrigued with Elgiva's old mother?
And many such points, from which Southey doth draw

Conclusions most apt for our hating each other. That 'tis very well known this devout Irish nation

Has now for some ages gone happily on, Believing in two kinds of Substantiation,

One party in Trans, and the other in Con;
That we, your petitioning Cons, have, in right

Of the said monosyllable, ravaged the lands,
And embezzled the goods, and annoyed, day and night,

Both the bodies and souls of the sticklers for Trans;
That we trust to Peel, Eldon, and other such sages,

For keeping us still in the same state of mind; Pretty much as the world used to be in those ages,

When still smaller syllables maddened mankind ;When the words ex and per3 served as well, to annoy

One's neighbours and friends with, as con and trans now; And Christians, like Southey, who stickled for oi,

Cut the throats of all Christians who stickled for ou.4
That, relying on England, whose kindness already

So often has helped us to play the game o'er,
We have got our red coats and our carabines ready,

And wait but the word to show sport, as before.
That, as to the expense-the few millions, or so,

Which for all such diversions John Bull has to pay'Tis, at least, a great comfort to John Bull to know

That to Orangemen's pockets 'twill all find its way.
For which your petitioners ever will pray,

etc. etc. etc. etc. etc.

1 To such important discussions as these the per' was going on), he found the Turks, we are greater part of Dr. Southey's Vindiciæ Ecclesiæ told, laughing at the Christians for being Anglicanæ is devoted.

divided by two such insignificant particles.' 2 Consubstantiation-the true reformed be- 4 The Arian controversy.-Before that time, lief; at least the belief of Luther, and, as Mos- says Hooker, in order to be a sound believing heim asserts, of Melancthon also.

Christian, men were not curious what syllables 3 When John of Ragusa went to Constanti. or particles of speech they used.' nople (at the time this dispute between 'ex' and


score :



Or an Irish Dump (“the words by

Moore )

At an amateur concert screamed in "Up!' said the Spirit, and, ere I could pray

So harsh on my ear that wailing fell One hasty orison, whirled me away Of the wretches who in this Limbo To a limbo, lying-I wist not where- dwell ! Above or below, in earth or air ; It seemed like the dismal symphony All glimmering o’er with a doubtful Of the shapes Æneas in hell did see; light,

Or those frogs, whose legs a barbarous One couldn't say whether 'twas day or cook night;

Cut off, and left the frogs in the brook, And crossed by many a mazy track, To cry all night, till life's last dregs, One didn't know how to get on or back; Give us our legs!--give us our legs!. And I felt like a needle that's going Touched with this sad and sorrowful astray

scene, (With its one eye out) through a bundle I asked what all this yell might mean? of hay;

When the Spirit replied, with a grin When the Spirit he grinned, and

of glee, whispered me,

''Tis the cry of the suitors in Chan'Thou’rt now in the Court of Chancery!'

cery! Around me flitted unnumbered swarms I looked, and I saw a wizard rise, Of shapeless, bodiless, tailless forms; With a wig like a cloud before men's (Like bottled-up babes that grace the eyes.

In his agèd hand he held a wand, Of that worthy knight, Sir Everard Wherewith he beckoned his embryo Home) —

band, All of them things half-killed in rear- And they moved, and moved, as he ing;

waved it o'er, Some werelame-some wanted hearing; But they never got on one inch the Some had through half-a-century run,

more ; Though they hadn't a leg to stand upon. And still they kept limping to and fro, Others, more merry, as just beginning, Like Ariels round old ProsperoAround on a point of law were spin Saying, “Dear Master, let us go ;' ning;

But still old Prospero answered, 'No.' Or balanced aloft, 'twixt Bill and And I heard the while, that wizard elf, Answer,

Muttering, muttering spells to himself, Lead at each end-like a tight-rope While over as many old papers he dancer.

turned, Some were so cross, that nothing could As Hume e'er moved for, or Omar please 'em :

burned. Some gulped down affidavits to ease He talked of his Virtue, though some,

less nice, All were in motion, yet never a one,

(He owned with a sigh) preferred his Let it move as it might, could ever move


And he sail, 'I think’—I doubt' *These,' said the Spirit, 'you plainly

*I hope,' see,

Called God to witness, and damned the Are what are called Suits in Chancery!' Pope :

With many more sleights of tongue and I heard a loud screaming of old and hand young,

I couldn't, for the soul of me, underLike a chorus by fifty Velutis sung;


'em ;


my bed

Amazed and posed, I was just about
To ask his name, when the screams

The merciless clack of the imps with-

in, And that conjuror's mutterings, made

such a din,

That, startled, I woke-leaped up in
Found the Spirit, the imps, and the

conjuror Hled,
And blessed my stars, right pleased to
That I wasu't as yet in Chancery.



DEAR Coz, as I know neither you nor Miss Draper,
When Parliament's up, ever take in a paper,
But trust for your news to such stray odds and ends
As you chance to pick up from political friends-
Being one of this well-informed class, I sit down,
T:) transmit you the last newest news that's in town.
As to Greece and Lord Cochrane, things couldn't look better-

His Lordship (who promises now to fight faster)
Has just taken Rhodes, and despatched off a letter

To Daniel O'Connell, to make him Grand Master ;
Engaging to change the old name, if he can,

From the Knights of St. John to the Knights of St. Dan-
Or, if Dan should prefer, as a still better whim

Being made the Colossus, 'tis all one to him.
From Russia the last accounts are, that the Czar-
Most generous and kind, as all sovereigns are,
And whose first princely act (as you know, I suppose)
Was to give away all his late brother's old clothes —
Is now busy collecting, with brotherly care,
The late Emperor's

night-caps, and thinks of bestowing
One night-cup apiece (if he has them to spare)

On the distinguished old ladies now going.
(While I write an arrival from Riga-' the Brothers'
Having night-caps on board for Lord Eld-n and others.)
Last advices from India-Sir Archy, 'tis thought,
Was near catching a Tartar (the first ever caught
In N. lat. 21)—and his Highness Burmese,
Being very hard pressed to shell out the rupees,
But not having much ready rhino, they say, meant
To pawn his august golden foot for the payment.
(How lucky for monarchs, that can, when they choose,
Thus establish a running account with the Jews !)
The security being what Rothschild calls 'goot,'
A loan will be forthwith, of course, set on foot ;-
The parties are Rothschild-A. Baring and Co.,
And three other great pawnbrokers- each takes a toe,

"This Potentate styles himself the Monarch of the Golden Foot.

And engages (lest Gold-foot should give us leg bail,
As he did once before) to pay down on the nail.
This is all for the present-what vile pens and paper!
Yours truly: dear Cousin-best love to Miss Draper.



AIR- Come with me, and we will go

Where the rocks of coral grow.' COME with me, and we will blow Lots of bubbles, as we go; Bubbles, bright as ever Hope Drew from fancy-or from soap ; Bright as e'er the South Sea sent From its frothy element ! Come with me, and we will blow Lots of bubbles as we go.


Mix the lather, Johnny W—]ks, Thou who rhym'st so well to .bilks :! Mix the lather- who can be Fitter for such task than thee, Great M.P. for Sudsbury ! Now the frothy charm is ripe, Puffing Peter, bring thy pipe, Thou, whom ancient Coventry Once so dearly loved, that she Knew not which to her was sweeter, Peeping Tom or puffing PeterPuff the bubbles high in air, Puff thy best to keep them there. Bravo, bravo, Peter M-re! Now the rainbow hunbugs? soar, Glittering all with golden hues, Such as haunt the dreams of Jews Some, reflecting mines that lie Under Chili's glowing sky; Some, those virgin pearls that slecp Cloistered in the southern deep ;

Others, as if lent a ray
From the streaming Milky Way,
Glistening o'er with curds and whey
From the cows of Alderney!
Now's the moment—who shall first
Catch the bubbles ere they burst ?
Run, ye squires, ye viscounts, run,
Br-gd-n, T-ynh-m, P-]m-1.

John W-1ks, junior, runs beside ye,
Take the good the knaves provide ye !3
See, with upturned eyes and hands,
Where the Chareman,4 Br-gd-1,

Gaping for the froth to fall
Down his swallow-lye and all !
See !

But, hark, my time is out-
Now, like some great waterspout,
Scattered by the cannon's thunder,
Burst, ye bubbles, all asunder!
[Here the stage darkens-a discordant

crash is heard from the orchestrathe broken bulbles descend in a saponaceous but uncleanly mist over the leads of the Dramatis Personæ, and the scene drops, leaving the bubble-huntersall in the suds.]



'Twas evening time, in the twiliglit

sweet I was sailing along, when --wbom

should I meet,

i Strong indications of character may be ing the splendid habiliments of the soldier, sometimes traced in the rhymes to names. apostrophizes him, “Thou rainbow ruffian!' Marvell thought so, when he wrote:

3 'Lovely Thais sits beside thee, “Sir Edward Sutton,

Take ihe good the Gods provide thee.' The foolish knight who rhymes to mutton.'

4 8o called by a sort of Tuscan dulcification of 2 An humble imitation of one of our modern the ch in the word 'Chairman.' poets, who, in a poom against war, after describ.

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