THE DUKE IS THE LAD.

Air.-"A master I have, and I am his man, Galloping dreary dun."

Castle of Andalusia,

THE Duke is the lad to frighten a lass,

Galloping, dreary duke;

The Duke is the lad to frighten a lass,
He's an ogre to meet, and the d-1 to pass,
With his charger prancing,
Grim eye glancing,
Chin, like a Mufti,
Grizzled and tufty,

Galloping, dreary Duke.

Ye misses, beware of the neighbourhood
Of this galloping dreary Duke;
Avoid him, all who see no good

In being run o'er by a Prince of the Blood.
For, surely, no nymph is
Fond of a grim phiz,

And of the married,
Whole crowds have miscarried
At sight of this dreary Duke.

Having dwelt on such classical musings awhile,
I set off, by a steam-boat, for this happy isle,
(A conveyance you ne'er, I think, sail'd by, my
Tully,

And therefore, per next, I'll describe it more fully.) Having heard, on the way, what distresses me greatly,

That England's o'er-run by idolaters lately,
Stark, staring adorers of wood and of stone,
Who will let neither stick, stock, or statue alone.
Such the sad news I heard from a tall man in black,
Who from sports continental was hurrying back,
To look after his tithes;-seeing, doubtless, 'twould
follow,

That, just as, of old, your great idol, Apollo,
Devour'd all the Tenths, so the idols in question,
These wood and stone gods, may have equal di-

"Tis all but too true- grim Idolatry reigns,
In full pomp, over England's lost cities and plains!
On arriving just now, as my first thought and care
Was, as usual, to seek out some near House of
Prayer,

Some calm, holy spot, fit for Christians to pray on,
I was shown to-what think you?-a downright
Pantheon!

A grand, pillar'd temple, with niches and halls,* Full of idols and gods, which they nickname St. Paul's;

Though 'tis clearly the place where the idolatrons

Father Nile, too, said, That no mortal e'er yet got a glimpse of his head,') And a Ganges, which India would think somewhat fat for't,

— a portrait, (in spite of what's

Unless 'twas some full-grown Director had sat for't;

Not to mention the' et cæteras of Genii and Sphinxes,

Fame, Victory, and other such semi-clad minxes;Sea Captains, the idols here most idolised; And of whom some, alas, might too well be comprised

Among ready-made Saints, as they died cannonised;

With a multitude more of odd cockneyfied deities, Shrined in such pomp that quite shocking to see

it 'tis;

Leaguing with Kings, who, for mere recreation, Break promises, fast as your Lordship breaks metaphors.

Fare ye well, fare ye well, bright pair of Peers, And may Cupid and Fame fan you both with

their pinions!

The one, the best lover we have-of his years, And the other, Prime Statesman of Britain's dominions.

cious transactions took place - we should read “at Vienna.” "When weak women go astray,

5

The stars are more in fault than they."

6 It is thus the noble lord pronounces the word “knowledge". deriving it, as far as his own share is concerned, from the Latin, "nullus."

TO THE SHIP

IN WHICH LORD C-ST-R-GH SAILED FOR THE

CONTINENT.

Imitated from Horace, lib. i. ode 3.

So may my Lady's prayers prevail,1
And C-nn-g's too, and lucid Br-gge's,
And Eld-n beg a favouring gale

From Eolus, that older Bags,2
To speed thee on thy destin'd way,
Oh ship, that bear'st our C-st-r-gh,3
Our gracious R-g-t's better half,

And, therefore, quarter of a King (As Van, or any other calf,

May find, without much figuring). Waft him, oh ye kindly breezes,

Waft this Lord of place and pelf, Anywhere his Lordship pleases,

Though 'twere to Old Nick himself!

When each, in turn, had run their rigs,
Necessity brought in the Whigs: "
And oh, I blush, I blush to say,

When these, in turn, were put to flight, too, Illustrious T-MP-E flew away

With lots of pens he had no right to! 12

In short, what will not mortal man do?"
And now, that—strife and bloodshed past-
We've done on earth what harm we can do,
We gravely take to heaven at last,"
And think its favourite smile to purchase
(Oh Lord, good Lord!) by—building churches!

SKETCH OF THE FIRST ACT OF A
NEW ROMANTIC DRAMA.

"AND now," quoth the goddess, in accents jocose,
"Having got good materials, I'll brew such a dose
"Of Double X mischief as, mortals shall say,
"They've not known its equal for many a long day."
Here she wink'd to her subaltern imps to be steady,
And all wagg'd their fire-tipp'd tails and stood ready.

"So now for the' ingredients:-first, hand me that bishop;"

Whereon, a whole bevy of imps run to fish up, From out a large reservoir, wherein they pen 'em, The blackest of all its black dabblers in venom; And wrapping him up (lest the virus should ocze, And one "drop of the' immortal "" Right Rev.“ they might lose)

In the sheets of his own speeches, charges, reviews, Pop him into the caldron, while loudly a burst From the by-standers welcomes ingredient the first!