But thou 'rt a Trump and jolly chap,
The races punctual to attend,
Who askest me to share thy Trap;
Thee will I ever call my friend.
And never, never may'st thou fail,
Old Boy, thy vehicle to freight
With lobster bright in scarlet mail,
And chicken at a liberal rate,
Of pigeon-pie an ample store,
And bread enough to eat-and more!

Thy hamper should, in its contents,
Include the proper condiments;
Knives, forks, plates, glasses, duly pack;
A corkscrew, too, let it contain;

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,
An infinite lot of mokes, and cobs, and nags;
Conveying Swell and Nob,

Cheek by jowl with whom we ride,
And every grade beside;

So we go down,
Laughing, talking, joking,
With costermonger smoking,
Fast man upon Town,
Larking Gent, and Snob.

4.

Hail! young green leaves, and blooming trees,
And yet more blooming lasses,

Smiling in your best array,

On either side the whilst our chariot passes!
And you, ye boys, who load the fragrant breeze,
Shouting "Hip, hip, hip, hooray!"
But now, as denser grows the throng,
Clouds of dust the eye assail,
The Gent all MOSES-clad pulls down his veil,
And like the speckled lazy-crawling snail,
We creep along.
Behold us in the ruck!

Oh sweet celestial maid,

Mild PATIENCE! lend thine aid,
Whilst at the Turnpike-gate,

All in a jam, for half-an-hour we wait,
Regularly stuck!

5.

At length we gain the Down

Oh strange, astounding sight!
Sure every vehicle of Town

Is here-Immortals bright!
The multitude on every hand!
The sea of heads on yonder stand!
What a surging hum of voices!

Hark!-a bell above the din-
Clear the course! my mind rejoices-
They are going to begin;
Striped-vested jockeys canter to and fro-

"IMPROMPTU DINNERS."

AN Advertisement with the above
heading annoys us daily. We are
by no means gourmands, but we
cannot say we relish the idea of an
impromptu dinner. The very word
"impromptu" seems inevitably to
imply haste. Now, if
there's one thing more
than another that an En-

Luncheon, now, with due libations,
Not in vain, keen HUNGER craves;
Then to make our observations

On the thimble-rigging knaves,
Between the wheels our way we bore,

And roam among the booths to shy at toys,
As we were wont to do in days of yore,
When we were boys.

Laden with our childish booty,
Back we wend at close of day,
'Mid inextinguishable noise;

And our spoils to Youth and Beauty
Toss upon our homeward way;

As blithe as Sons of MARS,
Or Children of the Gun,
Returning from the wars,
With mild cigars,

Chaffing, bantering, poking fun,
Until we doze;

And thou, oh gentle MORPHEUS! steep'st our
senses in repose.

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."

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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.