Such then were my hopes; but, with sorrow, your Highness,
I'm forced to confess-be the cause what it will,
Whether fewness of voices, or hoarseness, or shyness, -
Our Beelzebub Chorus has gone off but ill.

The truth is, ro placeman now knows his right key,
The Treasury pitch-pipe of late is so various;
And certain base voices, that looked for a fee

At the York music meeting, now think it precarious.

Even some of our Reverends might have been warmer-
But one or two capital roarers we've had;
Doctor Wise is, for instance, a charming performer,
And Huntingdon Maberly's yell was not bad.

Altogether, however, the thing was not hearty;-
Even Eld-n allows we got on but so-so;

And when next we attempt a No-Popery party,

We must, please your Highness, recruit from below.

But, hark, the young Black-leg is cracking his whip-
Excuse me, Great Sir-there's no time to be civil ;—
The next opportunity shan't be let slip,

But, till then,

I'm, in haste, your most dutiful

DEVIL.

MR. ROGER DODSWORTH.

To the Editor of the Times.

SIR, -Living in a remote part of Scotland, and having but just heard of the wonderful resurrection of Mr. Roger Dodsworth from under an avalanche, where he had remained, bien frappé, it seems, for the last 166 years, I hasten to impart to you a few reflections on the subject.

Yours, etc.,

LAUDATOR TEMPORIS ACTI.

WHAT a lucky turn-up!-just as Eld-n's withdrawing,
To find thus a gentleman, frozen in the year
Sixteen hundred and sixty, who only wants thawing
To serve for our times quite as well as the Peer ;-

To bring thus to light, not the wisdom alone

Of our ancestors, such as we find it on shelves,
But, in perfect condition, full-wigged and full-grown,
To shovel up one of those wise bucks themselves!
Oh thaw Mr. Dodsworth and send him safe home,-
Let him learn nothing useful or new on the way;
With his wisdom kept snug from the light let him come,
And our Tories will hail him with 'Hear' and 'Hurra!'

! This reverend gentleman distinguished himself at the Reading election.

What a God-send to them—a good, obsolete man,
Who has never of Locke or Voltaire been a reader ;-

Oh thaw Mr. Dodsworth as fast as you can,

And the L-nsd-les and H-rtf-rds shall choose him for leader.

Yes, sleeper of ages, thou shalt be their Chosen ;
And deeply with thee will they sorrow, good men,
To think that all Europe has, since thou wert frozen,
So altered, thou hardly canst know it again.

And Eld-n will weep o'er each sad innovation
Such oceans of tears, thou wilt fancy that he
Has been also laid up in a long congelation,
And is only now thawing, dear Roger, like thee.

THE MILLENNIUM.

SUGGESTED BY THE LATE WORK OF THE REVEREND MR. IRV-NG 'ON
PROPHECY.'

A MILLENNIUM at hand !—I'm delighted to hear it—
As matters, both public and private, now go,
With multitudes round us all starving, or near it,
A good rich Millennium will come à propos.

Only think, Master Fred, what delight to behold,
Instead of thy bankrupt old City of Rags,

A bran-new Jerusalem, built all of gold,

Sound bullion throughout, from the roof to the flags

A city, where wine and cheap corn' shall abound,—
A celestial Cocaigne, on whose buttery shelves
We may swear the best things of this world will be found,
As your saints seldom fail to take care of themselves!

Thanks, reverend expounder of raptures elysian,2
Divine Squintifobus, who, placed within reach
Of two opposite worlds, by a twist of your vision
Can cast, at the same time, a sly look at each ;-

Thanks, thanks for the hope thou hast given us, that we
May, even in our own times, a jubilee share,
Which so long has been promised by prophets like thee,
And so often has failed, we began to despair.

3

There was Whiston, who learnedly took Prince Eugene
For the man who must being the Millennium about;

1'A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny. Rev. c. 6.

See the oration of this reverend gentleman, where he describes the connubial joys of paradise, and paints the angels hovering around 'each happy fair.'

3 When Whiston presented to Prince Eugene the Essay in which he attempted to connect his victories over the Turks with revelation, the Prince is said to have replied that 'he was not aware he had ever had the honour of being known to St. John.'

MORAL POSITIONS.

A DREAM.

'His Lordship said that it took a long time for a moral position to find its way across the Atlantic. He was sorry that its voyage had been so long,' etc.-Speech of Lord Dudley and Ward on Colonial Slavery, March 8.

T'OTHER night, after hearing Lord Dudley's oration

(A treat that comes once in the year, as May-day does),
I dreamt that I saw-what a strange operation!-
A 'moral position' shipped off for Barbadoes.

The whole Bench of Bishops stood by, in grave attitudes,
Packing the article tidy and neat ;-

As their Reverences know, that in southerly latitudes
'Moral positions' don't keep very sweet.

There was B-th-st arranging the custom-house pass ;
And, to guard the frail package from tousing and routing,
There stood my Lord Eld-n, endorsing it 'Glass,'

Though-as to which side should lie uppermost-doubting.

The freight was, however, stowed safe in the hold;

The winds were polite, and the moon looked romantic,
While off in the good ship the Truth' we were rolled,
With our ethical cargo, across the Atlantic.

Long, dolefully long, seemed the voyage we made ;—
For the Truth,' at all times but a very slow sailer,
By friends, near as much as by foes, is delayed,

And few come aboard her, though so many hail her.

At length, safe arrived, I went through 'tare and tret'-
Delivered my goods in the primest condition-
And next morning read, in the Bridgetown Gazette,
'Just arrived, by "the Truth," a new Moral Position;

The Captain -here, startled to find myself named
As 'the Captain' (a thing which, I own it with pain,
I through life have avoided), I woke-looked ashamed-
Found I wasn't a Captain, and dozed off again.

MEMORABILIA OF LAST WEEK.

MONDAY, MARCH 13.

TEE Budget-quite charming and witty-no hearing,
For plaudits and laughs, the good things that were in it ;-
Great comfort to find, though the Speech isn't cheering,
That all its gay auditors were, every minute.

What, still more prosperity!-mercy upon us,

'This boy'll be the death of me'-oft as, already, Such smooth Budgeteers have genteelly undone us, For Ruin made easy there's no one like Freddy.

TUESDAY.

Much grave apprehension expressed by the Peers,
Lest- --as in the times of the Peachums and Lockitts-
The large stock of gold we're to have in three years,
Should all find its way into highwaymen's pockets!1

A Petition presented (well timed, after this)

Throwing out a sly hint to Grandees, who are hurled
In their coaches about, that 'twould not be amiss
If they'd just throw a little more light on the world.2

A plan for transporting half Ireland to Canada,3
Which (briefly the clever transaction to state) is
Forcing John Bull to pay high for what, any day,
N-rb-ry, bless the old wag, would do gratis.

Keeping always (said Mr. Sub. Horton) in mind,
That while we thus draw off the claims on potatoes,
We make it a point that the Pats left behind

Should get no new claimants to fill the hiatus.4

Sub. Horton then read a long letter, just come
From the Canada Paddies, to say that these elves
Have already grown 'prosp'rous'- -as we are, at home-
And have e'en got a surplus,' poor devils, like ourselves!5

·

WEDNESDAY.

Little doing-for sacred, oh Wednesday, thou art
To the seven o'clock joys of full many a table,—
When the Members all meet, to make much of the part,
With which they so rashly fell out, in the Fable.

It appeared, though, to-night, that—as churchwardens yearly
Eat up a small baby-those cormorant sinners,
The Bankrupt-Commissioners, bolt very nearly

A moderate-sized bankrupt, tout chaud, for their dinners !6

1 'Another objection to a metallic currency was, that it produced a greater number of highway robberies.'-Debate in the Lords.

Mr. Estcourt presented a petition, praying that all persons should be compelled to have lamps in their carriages.

3 Mr. W. Horton's motion on the subject of Emigration.

The money expended in transporting the Irish to Canada would be judiciously laid out, provided measures were taken to prevent the gap

they left in the population from being filled up again. Government had always made that a condition.'-Mr. W. Horton's Speech.

5 "The hon. gentleman then read a letter, which mentioned the prosperous condition of the writer; that he had on hand a considerable surplus of corn,' etc.

6 Mr. Abercromby's statement of the enormous tavern bills of the Commissioners of Bankrupts.

Nota Bene.-A rumour to-day, in the city,
'Mr. R-b-ns-n just has resigned' what a pity!
The Bulls and the Bears all fell a-sobbing,
When they heard of the fate of poor Cock Robin,
While thus, to the nursery-tune, so pretty,
A murmuring Stock-dove breathed her ditty:-

Alas, poor Robin, he crowed as long

And as sweet as a prosperous cock could crow;
But his note was small, and the gold-finch's song
Was a pitch too high for Poor Robin to go.
Who'll make his shroud?

A HYMN OF WELCOME AFTER | That you would e'en have taken tea

Whose dreams of premium knew no Two pipes of port (old port 'twas said