The Emperor Nap he talked so big He'll make all the Poles come out of their holes, And he'll certainly march to Moscow!" And Counsellor Brougham was all in a fume With a hop, step, and jump, unto London; For, as for his conquering Russia, However some persons might scoff it, Do it he could, and do it he would, And from doing it nothing would come but good, Mr. Jeffrey said so, who must certainly know; They all of them knew Mr. Jeffrey's "Review," Morbleu! Parbleu! It served them for Law, and for Gospel too. But the Russians stoutly they turned to Nap had to fight his way all through; They could fight, though they could not parlez-vous. But the fields were green, and the sky was blue, Morbleu! Parbleu! And so he got to Moscow. He found the place too warm for him, For they set fire to Moscow. To get there had cost him much ado; And then no better course he knew, While the fields were green, and the sky was blue, Morbleu! Parbleu! But to march back again from Moscow. The Russians they stuck close to him There was Tormazow and Jemalow, And Karatschkowitch, And all the others that end in "itch"; And Schepaleff, And all the others that end in "eff"; And Tchoglokoff, And all the others that end in "off"; Rajeffsky and Novereffsky And Rieffsky, And all the others that end in "effsky"; And all the others that end in "offsky." A terrible man with a terrible name A name which you all know by sight very well; They were on the left and on the right, When parlez-vous no more would do, And then came on the frost and snow, All on the road from Moscow. The wind and the weather he found, in that hour, Cared nothing for him, nor for all his power; For him who, while Europe crouched under his rod, What a horrible journey from Moscow ! What then thought the Emperor Nap Why, I ween he thought it small delight And so, not knowing what else to do, When the fields were so white, and the sky so blue, Morbleu! Parbleu! He stole away-I tell you true— Upon the road from Moscow. "'Tis myself," quoth he, "I must mind most; So the Devil may take the hindmost." Too cold upon the road was he, But colder and hotter he may be, For the grave is colder than Muscovy; And a place there is to be kept in view, Where the fire is red, and the brimstone blue, Which he must go to, If the Pope say true, If he does not in time look about him; . Where his namesake almost He may have for his Host; He has reckoned too long without him. If that Host get him in Purgatory, He won't leave him there alone with his glory; But there he must stay for a very long day, For from thence there is no stealing away, As there was on the road from Moscow. The Ten Lost Tribes of Israel THAT the lost ten tribes of Israel may be found in London, is a discovery which any person may suppose he has made, when he walks for the first time from the city to Wapping. That the tribes of Judah and Benjamin flourish there is known to all mankind; and from them have sprung the Scripites, and the Omniumites, and the Threepercentites. But it is not so well known that many other tribes noticed in the Old Testament are to be found in this island of Great Britain. There are the Hittites, who excel in one branch of gymnastics. And there are the Amorites, who are to be found in town and country; and there are the Gadites, who frequent watering-places, and take picturesque tours. Among the Gadites I shall have some of my best readers, who being in good humour with themselves and with everything else, except on a rainy day, will even then be in good humour with me. There will be the Amorites in their company; and among the Amorites, too, there will be some |