But thou 'rt a Trump and jolly chap, Thy hamper should, in its contents, Of sherry there must be no lack, And, oh! forget not the champagne. 8. Over the Thames of turbid flow, By holy Clapham, and the way Of pleasant Tooting, thus I go, Derby, on thy sacred day, To Epsom's verdant plain. Lo! every kind of carriage, van, and wain, (We cut the railway train,) ODE ON THE DERBY. See, mingled with the multitude of drags, Cheek by jowl with whom we ride, So we go down, 4. Hail! young green leaves, and blooming trees, Smiling in your best array, On either side the whilst our chariot passes! Oh sweet celestial maid, Mild PATIENCE! lend thine aid, All in a jam, for half-an-hour we wait, 5. At length we gain the Down Oh strange, astounding sight! Is here-Immortals bright! Hark!-a bell above the din- "IMPROMPTU DINNERS." AN Advertisement with the above Luncheon, now, with due libations, On the thimble-rigging knaves, And roam among the booths to shy at toys, Laden with our childish booty, And our spoils to Youth and Beauty As blithe as Sons of MARS, Chaffing, bantering, poking fun, And thou, oh gentle MORPHEUS! steep'st our FLINGING SATIRE IN A MAN'S FACE. A DEPUTATION waited upon LORD JOHN MANNERS to tell him all about the stagnant and dangerous condition of the Serpentine, and to ask for some remedy. MR. LILWALL expressed himself as very con fident that The crying evil would at length be remedied, seeing that his Lordship, who had always expressed himself as so desirous to promote the healthful recreation of the people, was at the head of that department which pre-eminently gave his Lordship the means of carrying out that desire." The Hero of one Battle-Field. We are afraid MR. LILWALL has mistaken the means of softening a glishman hates to hurry Minister's heart. Rock as it may be, satire is not the kind of acid that over, it is unquestionably will melt it. And what greater satire than to tell LORD JOHN his dinner. The suggestion MANNERS that he was "so desirous to promote the healthful recreation is, therefore, nationally of the people!" And this only a week after his memorable speech and repugnant to.our taste. In vote in favour of the demolition of the Crystal Palace! It's too bad America we could fancy to fling burning satire like this in a man's face! It's worse than "impromptu dinners" would vitriolic acid. be in great request. Celerity is there the motto of the people, and nowhere is the spirit of go-aheadism On the occasion of the review in the Champ de Mars, the PRESIDENT more conspicuously mani- wore the uniform of a General of the Infantry-or of a Colonel of the fested than at the dinner-National Guard-for, as he has never served in either, it is extremely table. doubtful which uniform he wore, or, in fact, what rank in the French Intrinsically, by no means would we depreciate these dinners. We army he has gained at all, beyond that, from never having been in it, of have never tasted, and, therefore, cannot judge them. But nominally, a Rank Impostor. As these doubts make it very inconvenient to know we must repeat, the notion is to us a disagreeable one. And if ever we what military title to give him, we suggest that LOUIS NAPOLEON do are asked to an impromptu dinner, we shall certainly stipulate that it take his title from that of the only battle-field in which he has hitherto be what Molière calls un impromptu, fait à loisir." distinguished himself, and be henceforth known as the Great SHAM de Mars." 66 The Cup that Inebriates, but does not Cheer. WHEN LOUIS NAPOLEON has declared himself Emperor, the cup of his ambition will be completely full, for then it will amount to the whole Imperial Measure for which he has so long been thirsting. The Pawnbroker and the Emperor. THE lower orders of Berlin-we are told-took all they could to the pawnbrokers, in the belief that, according to a general custom, the EMPEROR OF RUSSIA, on his visit to the city, would redeem the goods. Thus, the Prussian poor took a lesson from LOUIS NAPOLEON, and speculated-(though not with his luck)-upon their "Uncle." THE DERBY RACE.-For the latest information on this subject, we must refer our readers to either DoD's Peerage or the Red Book. LORD TRURO he sits in ye Chancerie, And oh! but his judgments were wearie, "Now, save you, my bolde Commissioneres, Then up and spake SIR JAMES A-WOODE, |