His cheek was delicate and fair,

;

But darkly waved his clustering hair ;
O'er his pale brow the mind had taught
Resolve to blend itself with Thought.
And-whether there Hate, Glory, break,
Or Love rise soft into revealing,

No human eye could better speak;

Or warm your heart to share-the feeling.

Turn we from him: about this time

A merchant of the name of Hancock, Returned from Siam to this clime,

With packets to the Twins from Bancok. Since Fiam gambling had begun, Improving in that ars divina;

He'd something really handsome won
Of a young rake from Cochin China.
With this-aware how changes cruel
For ever heel a Gambler's joys,
He bought-good man-a noble jewel,
And sent by Hancock to his boys.
Then, having thus his conscience eased,
And for his sons so well provided,
Unto the dogs, just as he pleased,
To go-he lib'rally decided.

However, on the second day

From that in which he had committed

The gem to Mr. Hancock, (and
Before the merchant left the strand,)

They found him cold in bed; away

Like Luck-the Gambler's soul had flitted. Short are the Bancok Gentry's necks-he Had lost the game to Apoplexy.

So much her sorrow did subdue them,
His wife's relations took her to them.
Hancock had left her comfort scorning,
Dissolved in tears-and choosing mourning.

I need not say when they received
This news-the Twins were greatly grieved.
I scarcely know who bore it worst,
-But Ching was comforted the first.

Their gem when sold, and what it brought,
When added to their former store,

Made up so much, a sage had thought
No moderate man could wish for more!

As if-but the reflection's stale !-
We ever could, with all our trying

To throw the salt upon its tail,

Prevent that bird-a wish-from flying.

Their purposed sojourn here to lengthen,
Of course this news but served to strengthen;

And when among the world 'twas known

That Chang and Ching so rich had grown-
(For with a rare exaggeration,

Their wealth received quadruplication--)
And that from lucre's low negotium,
They had retired to take their otium ;
Then that most courtly world, where trade is
Thrown out o' the window by the ladies;
Thought that themselves they'd really bring,
To leave their cards on Chang and Ching.

First came the learned misses Berry,

Whose talk I hear is worth the listening; And next the sparkling Londonderry, Called to invite them to a christening. The fashion set-the vassals follow

All ask-press-pray-for Chang and Ching;They beat three Polish princes hollow,

And half outshine a Carib King.

Sole instance here, this my muse hints, is
Of folks much sought for-tho' not princes;
For here we're so divinely loyal,

Nothing goes down that sounds not royal.

Some foetid king from Hottentot,

Would be all day at the balconies; While-when in town-Sir Walter Scott May dine in quiet with his cronies.

*Prince Raggedhoff comes o'er-all fall on him! Were Goëthe here-pray who would call on him ?

Of Ching-that diamond of good fellows
Tom Moore begins to grow quite jealous ;
For Ching once made a happy hit,

And complimented Lady Frightful,

And so became the reigning wit,

Whom all such ladies called delightful.

Besides, on the piano forte

Siamese ballads he could sing ;

And, oh! they were so sweet-so naughty

You'd scarce have known Tom Moore from Ching.

And really Chang, who sulking by

Sate with curled lip and drooping eye,

While, Moore-like, Ching performed the syren,
Made no bad sort of Bancok Byron.

As they professed opinions liberal,

And Chang was thought a youth of noûs, They went where wordy Witlings gibber all Ineptitudes at Holland House.

There, Allen, all about the riches

Of Siam, with its manners-laws,

*This peculiarity begins to distinguish us less. There is a little depreciation at present in the price of kings-but then to be sure-it is in kings out of power.

Pump'd out to pour into those speeches

Which gain his Lordship such applause. Those speeches when the frost of fears

Melts as Monseigneur swells from MadameAnd gushes out upon the Peers,

The History of the World since Adam!
The Duke of Devonshire was very

Civil--he's really a good fellow !
And D- when he saw, grew merry,
Two faces than his own more yellow.
Lord Granville courteously desired,
They'd join his coterie of whisters;
And Esterhazy much inquired,

If they were sure they had no sisters.
Ching thought, the first ball he attended,
(The married women seemed so pretty,)

Some goddesses had condescended

To' improve the beauty of the city.
He asked the names he should adore,
I find we worshipped them before ;

And in Ching's prayer book you may spy 'em,
Writ neatly down-New Nat" for Siam.

Here's Lady Gower, a charming face
To heavenly visions to exhort one;
And here, I think, we seem to trace

A future Boudhist Nat in Norton.

*Nat, (as we have before said) are superior beings.