And the brains thus knock'd out for their own recreation, Were sagaciously urn'd for the good of the nation! May 18. HUM-BUZ. EPIGRAM ON THE LATE CHANGE. SAYS [From the Morning Post.] AYS Harry to Dick, "My lad, be of good cheer, The Ministry soon will be chang'd, as I hear." "Good news!" replies Dick; “ yet it better would be, If in changing you had but omitted the C. ON A CRITICISM OF SCÆVOLINA, INSERTED IN THE MORNING CHRONICLE, ON THE SPEECHES OF DEPUTY BIRCH, IN THE COURT OF COMMON COUNCIL, ON THE MOTION FOR THE RECENT ADDRESS TO HIS MAJESTY. [From the Morning Chronicle] SCAVOLINA may cavil at Deputy Birch, That orthodox champion of good Mother-church; Had he heard his orations on that single day, He had own'd his fair claims to the laurel and bay. And tho' critics would tear the gay wreath from his brow, May 20th, 1807. YOUTH AND AGE, To the TUNE of "The Yorkshireman in London.". [From the same.] O my strain, brother Yorkshiremen, hark! Let him dote on the learned Sir Mark; K 2 N. His His namesake's great pow'rs could I boast, Should figure in epic narration. Already in Parliament tried, (Pray let the bright story be noted.) Your Milton, with Fawkes by his side, For Africa's liberty voted. Economy's claims to maintain, With Fawkes, your true friend, he enlisted; And with Fawkes-but, alas! 't was in vain— The ruinous pledge he resisted. They tell you," His Lordship is young :" And he'll mend every moment, depend on't. When first to your bosoms admitted. His embers have nearly ceas'd glowing: He feels second infancy's mettle; yore, Old Melville, to honours restor❜d, Whose millions he formerly wasted. Though his late wither'd leaves are rebudding; And Steele, his old rust wip'd away, May again slice the national pudding. The youth, who can think unconfin'd, Has attain'd the full age of his mind, While they who for coronets pine, In courts and in crimes become hoary, For a title your rights will resign, And your guineas prefer to your glory. And young Rockingham clasp to your bosom. Be the latter the Yorkshireman's pride, May 26. THE BED OF ROSES. [From the same.] CASTLEREAGH! Castlereagh! All the wicked ones say, And the women have got it in town; But none in a warm bed of Down, But none in a warm bed of Down. Belfast, May 2. [June 1. TO TWO GREAT MINISTERS. [From the same.] GEORGE Canning! George Canning! So famous at scanning, Your muse is excessively low; For the chords of her lyre Serve an offiee no higher Than the strings of Lord Castlereagh's bow, George Canning; Than the strings of Lord Castlereagh's bow. K 3 Castlereagh! Castlereagh Castlereagh ! For there you will lie at your ease, Castlereagh; For there you will lie at your ease. LORD CASTLEREAGH'S ANSWER: BED [From the same.] ED of Roses ?"-Damn the roses! Red or black, or blue or brown What care I for beds of Down? Down derry, derry Down. Up, up, up," is Melville's cry; Down derry, derry Down. June 4. THE GAME AT CARDS. [From the same.] SOME evenings ago, Messrs. Canning and Co. Fatigu'd with the bores of the nation, Determin'd Nem. Con. Some game to hit on, By way of a small recreation.. First their wish to denote, It was put to the vote What game would best sweeten their nature, Rose fairly confess'd That what he lik'd best, Was the old one, of Beggar my Neighbour. My My Lord Castlereagh Aud at all games had high reputation ; Lowther lov'd of all things A game he 'd just brought into fashion; At all games to be hot, That the For he could play But the party, alas! Had some fears that Dundas And quite wasting of time, Like Count Fathom, to cheat one another. Canning rose in a pet, And denouncing this threat, Let each Member post down And make it most publicly known- By reviving the game of Pope Joan. |