SECOND LERCH.
Ay, brother; but since we've not let them go snacks,

I'm afraid that some d- - d blue and buff,
With his sharp attic salt * by well rubbing our backs,
Soon may make us disgorge the rich stuff! NIM,

3

j... LINES ON MONSIEUR LUCIEN BUONAPARTE'S NOTTO, “ LUCRO

NON VRO,"
[From the Morning Post, Jan. 16.)
A

WAG, requested to translate

The motto on the coach of state
That sets all Wales into a wonder,
" It means," he said, and seratch'd his polli
“ It means, I shine with what I stole;

My foolish. brother burns his plunder."

EPITAPH ON THE ADMINISTRATION.

A PARODY.

(From the Morning Chronicle, Jan. 18.) Erdi Non torquale, genus, non 14 facundia, non te restituit pietas. All of these I needs

must wail,
As men in doleful dumps ;
TDD For when their legs were smitten off,

They fought upon their stamps.
Here'rest their heads in Power's and Honour's grave,

A band to Fortune and to Fame unknown :
Fair Science never smild on their conclave,

TA And Scorn and Weakness mark'd them for their own. Large were their means, yet constant their defeat,

And Frapce, deriding, inock'd their wild intentions ; They gave to England, all they couldw'a debt

They gaip'd from England; all they wish'd--their Pensions.

* The customary application to empty these adhesive bloodsuckers. F 6

Seek

Seek not (vain hope!) their merits to disclose,

Nor paint their faults to sadden their condition ; These let them try with trembling hope t'expose,

And those defend-on bench of Opposition.

HER

AN 'APOSTROPHE, IN SUPPORT OF THE CLAUSE WHICH GIVES FACETIOUSLY

MAJESTY THE BUCK-HOUNDS.

[From the Morning Herald, Jan. 19.]
WHAT's fair, and natural, we mean,

I vow to G-d," cries R-se;
" Give but his bucks unto the Q- -n,
The Pce shall have her does *."

Nin.

BIRDS OF A FEATHER.

MINISTERIAL CANZONETTE.

[From the British Press, Jan, 21.] WHEN turnd off their perches, the loud-cawing rooks

Froin the high trees of royalty sunk to their rest : " Thank Heav'n! after all, or by books or by crooks,"

Master Pearce-all exclaim'd, I have feather'd my nest. By melting or smelting, by life or by death, , 3

I shall feed the young rooklings, myself, and my wife; And when brother Arden shall give up his breath,

What a fine field of wheat shall I pick in for life! -1 " Besides, that bold bird which can look at the sun,

Observe you his tatter'd condition, I beg : To us small birds of prey it is matter of fun

To see how I leave him-confin'd by a leg."

[From the same, Jan. 26.]

WANTED A NUMBER of good clever libellers.-Any dirty

fellow will' answer, and the dirtier the better. He must be able to throw dirt without stint upon the Prince of Wales, and those « great boobies,” those "s booby boys with corals and bells," the Royal Dukes, his brothers.--Neither principle, character, honour, or loyalty, are at all requisite. - Fabricators of harmless falsehoods, commonly called “ white lies,", will not answer--they must be black, virulent, and vindictive!

An expert scavenger will find this advertisement worth his notice. He will be required also, between hours, to shovel flummery down the throats of Mr. Perceval and his coadjutors.

Application to be made at The Cripple Office (not The Courier Office), nearly opposite to the office of The British Press, in the Strand.

EPIGRAMS
ON THE RUMOURED APPOINTMENTS OF NEW MINISTERS.

[From the Morning Post, Jan, 18.]
PRESIDENT OF THE BOARD OF CONTROL.
T'
HE maxim wisely says" Learn self-command,

Ere ye attempt o'er other men to rule ;"
Then, Wh-tb-d, touch not the presiding wand,
Before to learn this task ye-go to school.

ANOTHER ON THE * Fierce Lismahago of the tiger race,

Whence now for royalty thy love and zeal? , Can he who urg'd one brother's downfal, grace, Wish for, support, or love the other's weal?

SAMB.

SECRETARY FOR IRELAND
Cries Horner in his proudest hour,

His honours vow bent fully on,
“ Some creatures wriggle on to power,

While bolder creatures bully-on.'

TEUTHANTE.

IMPROMPTU,
TO A BROTHER NATURALIST.

[From the British Press, Jan. 3o.]
Y
OU ask how it happens that toads are ne'er seen

Near a nobleman's house, in his park or his green! I'll tell you at opce, for I'm certain I'm ableThe tuads are all eaten, my friend, at his table.

No TOAD-EATER.

SHORTI

A LAUNCH.

[From the same, Jan: 30.] HORTLY will be launched at Westminster, one of

the finest vessels that ever came off English stocks, to be called " The Regene." This gallapi vessel is of true British heart of oak. She has been much longer in joining than was necessary; a delay justly atiri

' buted a set of idle lubberly mercenary fellows em

ployed in the cabin part of the work; who, dreading their discharge as soon as the job was done, ,

and that no other master-carpenter would be weak enough to take them into his employ, have kept on as longʻas

could. The vessel is not so free in her joints as could be wished, her braces being too tight, and she bas scarcely a rag of sail left--defects all owing to the

obstinacy of the workmen in-building her upon a very defective model, produced in 1789, by thay greai masder-earpenter, the late Mr. Pitt. "It is a great pity that

R« such

such fine materials should have fallen into such bad hands! - The proprietors, we understand, are greatly discontented at the manner in which The Regent has been laid down and finished.This gallant vessel ought to have been built after the model of The Royal George.

THE QUEEN'S BUCK-HOUNDS.

[From the same.) THE HE following is a list of some of the dogs in this

pack, of which we have beard so much in the debates on the Regency Bill :

Sweet Willy 0.--This dog was tried on the Yorkshire Wolds, where he has frequently been honted in couples with Preacher, Methodist, Canter, and several other hounds of note. He is well-tongued, but very deficient in bone and mettle.

Brag.– This is not a good dog. When the scent lies strong he hunts tolerably steady; but he is father dull, and wants fleetness. He was bred

bred by the late Mr. Bathurst.

Chancellor,--This is a black-dog, and perhaps one of the most sticking hounds in the pack, He is never well at a burst, or in running breast high; but when the pack is at fault,' he is always busy.

Jenky:- This dog has the appearance of a sorrý cúr, but he has some good properties. He has been known to hunt a whole day, in the decpest and dirtiest ground, without appearing in the least blown. The pack, of which these form a part, belonged to ,

a the late Mr. Piti, who used them frequently in Poxbunting. The many days sport they afforded under him are recorded with rapture by the lovers of the chase.

Little Poucett, who now hunts them, employs them chiefly in chasing the royal deer, which they have

nearly