His cheek was delicate and fair, ; But darkly waved his clustering hair ; 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 However, on the second day From that in which he had committed The gem to Mr. Hancock, (and 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, I need not say when they received Their gem when sold, and what it brought, Made up so much, a sage had thought As if-but the reflection's stale !- To throw the salt upon its tail, Prevent that bird-a wish-from flying. Their purposed sojourn here to lengthen, And when among the world 'twas known That Chang and Ching so rich had grown- Their wealth received quadruplication--) 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 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 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, 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! Civil--he's really a good fellow ! If they were sure they had no sisters. Some goddesses had condescended To' improve the beauty of the city. And in Ching's prayer book you may spy 'em, Here's Lady Gower, a charming face A future Boudhist Nat in Norton. *Nat, (as we have before said) are superior beings. |