Your noyaus, curaçoas, and the devil knows what— (One swig of Blue Ruin is worth the whole lot!)Your great and small crosses-(my eyes, what a brood! A cross-buttock from me would do some of them good!) Which have spoil'd you, till hardly a drop, my old porpoise,

Of pure English claret is left in your corpus;

And (as Jim says) the only one trick, good or bad,
Of the fancy you're up to, is fibbing, my lad!
Hence it comes,-BOXIANA, disgrace to thy page!-
Having floor'd, by good luck, the first swell of the age,
Having conquer'd the prime one, that mill'd us all round,
You kick'd him, old BEN, as he gasp'd on the ground!
Ay-just at the time to show spunk, if you'd got any-
Kick'd him, and jaw'd him, and lagg'd† him to Botany!
Oh, shade of the Cheesemonger!§ you who, alas!
Doubled up, by the dozen, those Mounseers in brass,
On that great day of milling, when blood lay in lakes,
When Kings held the bottle and Europe the stakes,
Look down upon BEN-see him dunghill all o'er,
Insult the fallen foe that can harm him no more;

Gin.

+ Transported.

A Life-Guardsman, one of the Fancy, who distinguished himself, and was killed in the memorable set-to at Waterloo.

Out, cowardly spooney!-again and again,
By the fist of my father, I blush for thee, BEN.

To show the white feather is many men's doom,
But, what of one feather?-BEN shows a whole Plume.

TO LADY HOLLAND,

On Napoleon's Legacy of a Snuff-Box.

GIFT of the Hero, on his dying day,

To her, whose pity watch'd, for ever nigh;
Oh! could he see the proud, the happy ray,
This relic lights up on her generous eye,
Sighing, he'd feel how easy 'tis to pay

A friendship all his kingdoms could not buy.

Paris, July, 1821.

CORRESPONDENCE

Between a Lady and Gentleman, upon the Advan

tage of (what is called) “ having Law on one's Side.”

Come, fly to these arms, nor let beauties so bloomy

To one frigid owner be tied; Your prudes may revile, and your old ones look gloomy,

But, dearest! we've Law on our side.

Oh! think the delight of two lovers congenial,

Whom no dull decorums divide; Their error how sweet, and their raptures how venial,

When once they've got Law on their side!

'Tis a thing that in every King's reign has been done,

a

too :

Then why should it now be decried ? If the Father has done it, why shouldn't the Son too?

For so argues Law on our side !

And, even should our sweet violation of duty

By cold-blooded jurors be tried,

They can but bring it in "a misfortune," my beauty! As long as we've Law on our side.

THE LADY'S ANSWER.

HOLD, hold, my good Sir! go a little more slowly;

For, grant me so faithless a bride,

Such sinners as we are a little too lowly,

To hope to have Law on our side.

Had

you been a great Prince, to whose star shining o'er 'em

The People should look for their guide,

Then your Highness (and welcome!) might kick down decorum

You'd always have Law on your side.

Were you even an old Marquis, in mischief grown hoary,

Whose heart, though it long ago died

To the pleasures of vice, is alive to its glory—
You still would have Law on your side!

But for you, Sir, crim. con, is a path full of troubles ;

By my advice therefore abide,
And leave the pursuit to those Princes and Nobles

Who have such a Law on their side!

HORACE, ODE xi. LIB. ii.

Freely translated, by G. R.*

+ Come, Y-RM—TH, my boy, never trouble your brains About what

your
old

croney,
The EMPEROR BONEY,
Is doing or brewing on Muscovy's plains :
S Nor tremble, my lad, at the state of our granaries ;-

Should there come famine,

Still plenty to cram in You always shall have, my dear Lord of the Stannaries!

* This and the following are extracted from a work (which may some time or other meet the eye of the Public) entitled, “ Odes of Horace, done into English by several persons of Fashion.”

+ Quid bellicosus Cantabar et Scythes

Hirpine Quincti, cogitet, Adria
Divisus objecto, remittas

Quærere.
☆ Nec trepides in usum

Poscentis ævi pauca.