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FOR THE POCO-CURANTE SOCIETY.

Woe to ye, men of ships and shops, Instant the cry was 'Country-Dance !' Rulers of day-books and of waves !

And the maid saw, with brightening Quadrilled on one side into fops,

face, And drilled on t'other into slaves !

The steward of the night advance,

And lead her to her birthright place. Ye, too, ye lovely victims ! seen,

Like pigeons trussed for exhibition, The fiddles, which awhile had ceased, With elbows à la crapaudine,

Now tuned again their summons And feet in-God knows what posi. sweet, tion.

And for one happy night at least

Old England's triumph was complete. 'Hemmed in by watchful chaperons,

Inspectors of your airs and graces,
Who intercept all signal tones,
And read all telegraphic faces.

SONG. *Unable with the youth adored,

In that grim cordon of maminas, To those we love we've drank to-night; To interchange one loving word,

But now attend, and stare not, Though whispered but in queue-dle. While I the ampler lists recite chats.

Of those for whom—we care not. “Ah, did you know how blest we ranged, For royal men, howe'er they frown,

Ere vile Quadrille usurped thetiddle If on their fronts they bear not What looks in setting were exchanged, That noblest gem that decks a crown

What tender words in down the middle ! The People's Love—we care not. How many a couple, like the wiud, For slavish men who bend beneath

Which nothing in its course controls, A despot yoke, and dare not Left time and chaperons far behind, Pronounce the will, whose very breath And gave a loose to legs and souls !

Would rend its links—we care not. “How matrimony throve-ere stopped For priestly men who covet sway By this cold, silent, foot-coquetting

And wealth, though they declare not, How charmingly one's partner popped Who point, like finger-posts, the way The important question in poussette

They never go - we care not. ing!

For martial men who on their sword, • While now, alas, po sly advances

Howe'er it conquers, wear not No marriage hints - all goes on badly:

The pledges of a soldier's word, "Twixt Parson Malthus and French

Redeemed and pure—we care not. dances,

For legal men who plead for wrong, We girls are at a discount sadly. And, though to lies they swear not,

Are not more honest than the throng 'Sir William Scott (now Baron Stowell)

Of those who do, we care not. Declares not half so much is made By licences- and he must know well— For courtly men who feed upon Since vile Quadrilling spoiled the The land, like grubs, and spare not trade.'

The smallest leaf where they can sun She ceased - tears fell from every Miss —

Their reptile limbs-ve care not. She now had touched the true For wealthy men who keep their mines pathetic :-

In darkness hid, and share not One such authentic fact as this, The paltry ore with him who pines

Is worth whole volumes theoretic. In honest wantue care not.

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But power like his, that digs its grave With its own sceptre, could not last; So Genius' self became the slave

Of laws that Genius' self had passed.

As Jove, who forged the chain of Fate, Was ever after doomed to wear it; His nods, his struggles, all too late

‘Qui semel jussit, semper paret.'

To check young Genius' proud career, The slaves, who now his throne invaded,

Made Criticism his Prime Vizir,

And from that hour his glories faded. Tied down in Legislation's school, Afraid of even his own ambition, His very victories were by rule, And he was great but by permission. His most heroic deeds-the same That dazzled, when spontaneous actions

Now, done by law, seemed cold and tame,

And shorn of all their first attractions.

If he but stirred to take air,

Instant the Vizir's Council sat

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Reviewers, kuaves in brown, or blue Turned up with yellow-chiefly Scotchmen

To dog his footsteps all about,

Like those in Longwood's prisongrounda,

Who at Napoleon's heels rode out, For fear the Conqueror should break bounds.

Oh, for some champion of his power,

Some ultra spirit, to set free, As erst in Shakspeare's sovereign hour, The thunders of his royalty!

To vindicate his ancient line,

The first, the true, the only one Of Right eternal and divine

That rules beneath the blessed sun!To crush the rebels, that would cloud

And, honouring even his faults, aloud His triumphs with restraint or blame, Re-echo Vive le Roi! quand même

HUMOROUS AND SATIRICAL POEMS.

TO SIR HUDSON LOWE. Whoe'er was in, whoe'er was out,

Whatever statesmen did or said,
Effare causam nominis,
Utrumne mores hoc tui

If not exactly brought about,
Nomen dedere, an nomen hoc

'Twas all, at least, contriv'd by Ned. Secuta morum regula. A USONIUS.

With Nap, if Russia went to war, 1816.

'Twas owing, under Providence, FIR Hudson Lowe, Sir Hudson Low,

To certain hints Ned gave the Czar(By name, and ah ! by nature so) As thou art fond of persecutions,

(Vide his pamphlet-price, sixpence). Perhaps thou'st read, or heard repeated, If France was beat at WaterlooHow Captain Gulliver was treated

As all but Frenchmen think she wasWhen thrown among the Lilliputians. To Ned, as Wellington well knew,

Was owing half that day's applause. They tied him down-these little men did

Then for his news—no envoy's bag And having valiantly ascended

E'er pass'd so many secrets through it; l'pon the Mighty Man's protuberance, Scarcely a telegraph could wag They did so strut !-upon my soul,

Its wooden linger, but Ned knew it. It must have been extremely droll Such tales he had of foreign plots,

To see their pigmy pride's exuberance ! With foreign names, one's ear to buzz And how the doughty mannikins

in ! Amus'd themselves with sticking pins, From Russia, chefs and ofs in lots, And needles in the great man's From Poland, ovskis by the dozen. breeches :

When George, alarm’d for England's And how some very little things,

creed, That pass'd for Lords, on scaffoldings Turn'd out the last Whig ministry, Got up,

and worried him with And men ask'd Who advis'd the deed ? speeches.

Ned modestly confess'd 'twas he. Alas, alas ! that it should happen For though, by some unlucky miss, To mighty men to be caught napping! He had not downright seen the King, Though different, too, these persecu. He sent such hints through Viscount tions ;

This, For Gulliver, there, took the nap, To Marquis That, as clench'd ühe thing. While, here the Nap, oh sad mishap, Is taken by the Lilliputians !

The same it was in science, arts,

The Drama, Books, MS. and printedKean learn'l from Ned his cleverest

parts, FRAGMENT OF A CHARACTER.

And Scott's last work by him was

hinted. HERE lies Factotum Ned at last;

Long as he breath'd the vital air, Childe Harold in the proofs he read, Nothing throughout all Europe pass'd, And, here and there, infus'd some

In which he hadn't some small share. ! soul in't

own.

For prudent men who keep the power 'Good Lord ! your Highness can't go Of Love aloof, and bare not

thereTheir hearts in any guardless hour Bless us ! your Highness can't de To Beauty's shaft- -We care not.

that.'
For secret men who, round the bowl If, loving pomp, he chose to buy

In friendship's circle, tear not Rich jewels for his diadem-
The cloudy curtain from their soul,

"The taste was bad-the price was But draw it close-we care not.

high

A flower were simpler than a gem.' For all, in short, on land and sea, In court and camp, who are not,

To please them if he took to flowers Who never were, nor e'er will be

•What trifling, what unmeaning Goi d men and true--we care not.

things !
Fit for a woman's toilet hours,

But not at all the style for kings.'

If, fond of his domestic sphere, GENIUS AND CRITICISM.

He played no more the rambling Scripsi : quidem fata, sed sequitur.- Seneca, cometOr old, the Sultan Genius reigned

“A dull, good sort of mad, 'twas clear: As Nai ure meant-supreme, alone ;

But as for great or brave-far from it.' With mind unchecked, and hands un- Did he then look o'er distant oceans, chained,

For realms more worthy to enthrone His views, his conquests were his him ?

· Saint Aristotle, what wild notions !

Serve a “Ne exeat regno" on him.' But power like his, that digs its grave

With its own sceptre, could not last; At length-their last and worst to do-So Genius' self became the slave

They round him placed a guard of Of laws that Genius' self had passed. watchmen

Reviewers, kvaves in brown, or blue As Jove, who forged the chain of Fate,

Turned up Was ever after doomed to wear it;

with yellow-chiefly

ScotchmenHis nods, his struggles, all too late • Qui semel jussit, semper parel.' To dog his footsteps all about,

Like those in Longwood's prisonTo check young Genius' proud career,

grounds, The slaves, who now his throne in. Who at Napoleon's heels rode out, vaded,

For fear the Conqueror should break Made Criticism his Prime Vizir,

bounds, And from that hour his glories faded.

Oh, for some champion of his power, Tied down in Legislation's school, Some ultra spirit, to set free,

Afraid of even his own ambition, As erst in Shakspeare's sovereign hour, His very victories were by rule,

The thunders of his royalty ! -
And he was great but by permission. To vindicate his ancient line,
His most heroic deeds—the same The first, the true, the only one
That dazzled, when spontaneous Of Right eternal and divine
actions-

That rules beneath the blessed sun ! Now, done by law, seemed cold and To crush the rebels, that would cloud

tame, Andshorn of all their first attractions.

His triumphs with restraint or blame,

And, honouring even his faults, aloud If he but stirred to take air,

Re-echo • Vive le Roi ! quand Insta:t the Vizir's Council sat

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HUMOROUS AND SATIRICAL POEMS.

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FIR Hudson Lowe, Sir Hudson Low, (By name, and ah! by nature so)

As thou art fond of persecutions, Perhaps thou'st read, or heard repeated, How Captain Gulliver was treated

When thrown among the Lilliputians. They tied him down-these little men did

And having valiantly ascended

Upon the Mighty Man's protuberance, They did so strut!-upon my soul, It must have been extremely droll

To see their pigmy pride's exuberance! And how the doughty mannikins Amus'd themselves with sticking pins, And needles in the great man's breeches :

And how some very little things,
That pass'd for Lords, on scaffoldings
Got up, and worried him with
speeches.

Alas, alas! that it should happen
To mighty men to be caught napping!-
Though different, too, these persecu.
tions;

For Gulliver, there, took the nap,
While, here the Nap, oh sad mishap,
Is taken by the Lilliputians!

FRAGMENT OF A CHARACTER.

HERE lies Factotum Ned at last;

Long as he breath'd the vital air, Nothing throughout all Europe pass'd, In which he hadn't some small share.!

Whoe'er was in, whoe'er was out,
Whatever statesmen did or said,
If not exactly brought about,

'Twas all, at least, contriv'd by Ned. With NAP, if Russia went to war, 'Twas owing, under Providence, To certain hints Ned gave the Czar(Vide his pamphlet-price, sixpence). If France was beat at Waterloo

As all but Frenchmen think she wasTo Ned, as Wellington well knew, Was owing half that day's applause. Then for his news-no envoy's bag

E'er pass'd so many secrets through it; Scarcely a telegraph could wag

Its wooden finger, but Ned knew it. Such tales he had of foreign plots, With foreign names, one's ear to buzz in!

From Russia, chefs and ofs in lots,

From Poland, owskis by the dozen. When George, alarm'd for England's creed,

Turn'd out the last Whig ministry, And men ask'd Who advis'd the deed?

Ned modestly confess'd 'twas he. For though, by some unlucky miss,

He had not downright seen the King. He sent such hints through Viscount This,

To Marquis That, as clench'd the thing. The same it was in science, arts,

The Drama, Books, MS. and printedKean learn'd from Ned his cleverest parts,

And Scott's last work by him was hinted.

Childe Harold in the proofs he read, And, here and there, infus'd some soul in't

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