The Twins, 'tis needless then to say,
Made with the Seer no idle stay.
I leave you to conceive their walk
To Bancok on the following day;
And will not bore you with their talk,
Or meditations, by the way.

Moreover, since it is decreed,

Our brothers are for Britain bound, I think you'll own there is no need To crawl by inches o'er the ground.

The parting-wishes---prayers--hopes---fears,
Were all remarkably pathetic---

Poor Ching was quite dissolved in tears,
But Chang was ever an ascetic.
The clouds within him rarely grew
Into his eyes, becoming pluvious-
I skip a simile quite new,

About the snow around Vesuvius.
Because my Muse, altho' no syren,
Is honest, nor purloins from Byron;
Nor any likeness, to be plain, knows
Between fine feelings and volcanoes.
The lady Moon, the gentle stars,
The blue seas breaking into spars---
The stroll on deck when heaven is dark,
The sport of bobbing for a shark---

Prayers sickness--storm--calm---land---starvation,

Great deep, grand thoughts—and British nation Riding old Neptune like a charger,

While patriot hearts grow justly larger ;--

Are not these things already shown

In Marryat's novel, “The King's Own,”
In Cooper, Byron, and in dingy
Volumes of voyages to Ingee?

The sea part, then, I reckon over,
Just let you eat a steak at Dover,
And then, as town begins to fill, I
Land you at once in Piccadilly.

The third day after they had entered
London, of Nash and Cash the boast,
Hodges this paragraph adventured

(As herald) in "The Morning Post."

"We hear the famous Mr. Hodges,

"Who wrote of Tactoo the description, "Is just arrived in town, and lodges "At present in the Hall Ægyptian. “With him two wond'rous creatures he “Has brought, we understand, from Siam, “Which all the world will flock to see,

“And much the sight will edify 'em.

"Two boys that have together grown, "Across the breast joined by a bone; "Of the faculty, invited gratis,

"Each gentleman we beg to state is;

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Already Messrs. Cooper, Brodie, Gee,

"Lawrence, and Vance, have seen the prodigy--"Declared it can be no deceit,

"And sworn the sight was quite a treat.

"This notice towards them to divert is meant,

"See for particulars advertisement.

“N.B. In such a way they 're joined,

"As not to shock the most refined."

The public then were disengaged-
No Lyon in especial raged,
For Poetry there was no passion,

All Politics were out of fashion;

The last new Novel, called "The Peerage,"
Had fallen flat upon this queer age.

No Kings were going to Guildhall,

No Dukes were" trembling to their fall;"
Both Charles and Charleys lived in peace,
No Philip there-here no Police.
Serenely thieved the nightly prigs,
And placeless walked the pensive Whigs,
Time frowned not--and the distant storm
Slept dull on that dark sea-Reform.

-In such a dearth of conversation,

Judge if our Twins caused some sensation.
From ten, to five o'clock each day,

There thronged to see them such a bevy,
Such Cabs, and chariots blocked the way,
The crowd was like a new King's levée.
Sir Astley bid high to secure them,

To cut up when the spring was o'er; He had, he begged leave to assure them, "The Skeleton" before.

Cut up
'Twas much, they'd see if they reflected,
To be with care and skill dissected;
And if next year they would prefer-he
Was not at present in a hurry.

Old Crock much wanting then some new
Good speculation, tried to steal them
While Lady
the famous Blue

;

Gravely requested leave to feel them.* Pettigrew said he'd keep a nice

Glass case on Saturdays exposed for them,

* Conversing once with a Blue of some celebrity, I had the mortification of perceiving that she was all the while peculiarly restless and fidgety. At length, she said with considerable naïveté, "Excuse me, I must go and feel that gentleman." Accordingly with great gravity she walked up to a handsome foreigner, and, avowing herself a disciple of Spurzheim, requested leave to feel his head. I remember that the handsome foreigner was not a little disconcerted, for he was a great beau and he wore a wig.

And Mrs. * * *, who'd married thrice,
With great civility proposed for them.
But, thanks to Hodges, all these perils
They 'scaped unhurt-for thus the state
Of man is ever! when we fear ills,

Heaven saves us from the menaced fate;
Except the few not worth a better, a
Handful, of hang'd, drown'd, burnt, et cetera.

Meanwhile with every day increases,
The fashion of the brother pair;
Fashion, that haughty quean that fleeces
Her lovers with so high an air.

I think on earth that Jove did drop her, a
Danseuse from the Olympian opera ;—
Sent, first to glitter, and to gladden us;
Next, to attract, allure, and madden us;
Thirdly, to ruin each beginner

In life, content with that--to win her!
But when he's bought the jade's caresses,
He finds the charm was-in the dresses!
While Jove on high, beholds, methinks,

The new-blest suitor's melancholy,
Applauds the cunning of the minx,
And chuckles, at the green-horn's folly.
In each engraver's shop one sees,
Neat portraits of " the Siamese;"