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Amazed and posed, I was just about
in, And that conjuror's mutterings, made
such a din,
That, startled, I woke-leaped up in
NEWS FOR COUNTRY COUSINS.
DEAR Coz, as I know neither you nor Miss Draper,
His Lordship (who promises now to fight faster)
To Daniel O'Connell, to make him Grand Master ;
From the Knights of St. John to the Knights of St. Dan-
Being made the Colossus, 'tis all one to him.
night-caps, and thinks of bestowing
On the distinguished old ladies now going.
"This Potentate styles himself the Monarch of the Golden Foot.
And engages (lest Gold-foot should give us leg bail,
SUNG BY THE BUBBLE SPIRIT.
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—1ks,
Others, as if lent a ray
But, hark, my time is out-
crash is heard from the orchestra—the broken bubbles descend in a saponaceous but uncleanly mist over the heads of the Dramatis Pcrsonæ, and the scene drops, leaving the bubble-hunters—all in the suds.]
A DREAM OF TURTLE.
BY SIR W. CURTIS. 'Twas evening time, in the twiliglit
sweet I was sailing along, when -wbom
should I meet,
1 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 the good the Gods provide thee.' The foolish knight who rhymes to mutton.'
4 so 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 againsi war, after describ.
But a turtle journeying o'er the sea,
COTTON AND CORN. "On the service of his Majesty !
A DIALOGUE. When I spied him first, in the twilight dim,
SAID Cotton to Coru t'other day, I did not know what to make of him ; As they met, and exchangeda saluteBut said to myself-as slow he plied (Squire Corn in his cabriolet, His fins, and rolled from side to side, Poor Cotton, half famished, on foot)— Conceitedly over the watery path• 'Tis my Lord of St-w-li taking a bath;
'Great Squire, if it isn't uncivil And I hear him now, among the fishes, Look down on a hungry poor devil
To hint at starvation before you, Quoting Vattel and Burgerdiscius !
And give him some bread, I implore But, no-'twas, indeed, a turtle, wide And plump as ever these eyes descried ; A turtle, juicy as ever yet
Quoth Corn then, in answer to Cotton, Glued up the lips of a baronet !
Perceiving he meant to make free,– Ah, much did it grieve my soul to see ‘Low fellow, you've surely forgotten That an animal of such dignity,
The distance between you and me! Like an absentee, abroad should roam, When he ought to stay and be ate at home.
To expect that we, peers of high birth,
Should waste our illustrious acres But now 'a change came o'er my dream,' For no other purpose on earth Like the magic lantern's shifting
Than to fatten curst calico-makers. I looked, and saw by the evening beam, That bishops to bobbins should bend, On the back of that turtle sate a
Should stoop from their bench's subrider,
limity, A goodly man, with an eye so merry, Great dealers in lawn, to befriend I knew 'twas our Foreign Secretary, Your contemptible dealers in dimity! Who there, at his ease, did sit and smile, Like Waterton on his crocodile ; Cracking such jokes, at every motion,
No-vile manufacture! ne'er harbour As made the turtle squeak with glee,
A hope to be fed at our boards ;And own that they gave him a lively Base offspring of Arkwright the barber, notion
What claim canst thou have upon Of what his own forced-meat balls
lords? would be.
'No-thanks to the taxes and debt, So on the Sec., in his glory, went
And the triumph of papero'er guineas, Over that briny element,
Our race of Lord Jemmys, as yet,
May defy your wholerabbleof Jennys!'
Squire Corn would be down before Are the English forms of Diplomacy ! long.
THE DONKEY AND HIS PANNIERS.
Fessus jam sudat asellus,
So much that you'd swear he rejoiced in a load,
That-down the poor donkey fell, smack on the road.
What! Neddy, the patient, the prosperous Neddy,
For every description of job-work so ready!
Had just been proclaiming his donkey's renown,
When, lo, ʼmid his praises, the donkey came down !
While Jenky the conjuror, wisest of all,
(Here Ned gave a stare)—was the cause of his fall.
•There, let him alone, and the fit will soon cease
And this is his mode of “ transition to peace.
Pronounced that too long without shoes he had gone-
(The wiseacres said), and he's sure to jog on.'
Exclaimed, Hoot awa, mon, you're a' gane astray,'—
They'd shoe their own donkeys with papier maché.'
Lay under his pannier, scarce able to groan,
To advisers whose ears were a match for his own,
At length, a plain rustic, whose wit went so far
others' folly, roared out, as he passed-
Or your prosperous Neddy will soon kick his last ! 1 Alluding to an early poem of Mr. Coleridge's the House, “that we must return at last to the addressed to an ass, and beginning, 'I hail thee, food of our ancestors,' somebody asked Mr. T. ODE TO THE SUBLIME PORTE.
what food the gentleman meant P'-"Thistles, I 2 A certain country gentleman having said in suppose,' answered Mr. T.
GREAT Sultan, how wise are thy state compositions !
And oh, above all, I admire that decree,
Shall forth with be strangled and cast in the sea.
A maid, who her faith in old Jeremy puts ;
And hopes you're delighted with ‘Mill upon Gluts;
How charming his Articles 'gainst the Nobility ;-
In Jeremy's school, of no sort of utility.
Art. 1, On the Needle's variations,' by Snip;
(That eminent dealer in scribbling and scrip);
(The chief fallacy being his hope to find readers);
Art. 5 (by the young Mr. M-), ‘Hints to Breeders.'
And the bowstring, like thee, I am tempted to call —
I would bag this she Benthamite first of them all!
From the watery bottom, her clack to renew,-
I would hang round her neck her own darling Review.
THE GHOST OF MILTIADES. And he found the scrip of Greece so
high, Ah quoties dubius Scriptis exarsit amator !
Thatit fired his blood, itflushed his eye;
And oh ! 'twas a sight for the ghost to THE ghost of Miltiades came at night, And he stood by the bed of the Ben. For there never was Greek more Greek
see, thamite ;
than he ! And he said in a voice that thrilled the And still, as the premium higher went,
frame, If ever the sound of Marathon's name (As we see, in a glass that tells the
His ecstasy rose-so much per cent. Hath fired thy blood, or flushed thy
The heat and the silver rise together), Lover of liberty, rouse thee now!
And Liberty sung from the patriot's lip, The Benthamite, yawning, left his bed-- While a voice from his pocket whispered Away to the Stock Exchange he sped, 'Scrip!