LETTER II. FROM PHIL. FUDGE, ESQ. TO THE LORD VISCOUNT C-ST-R-GH. Paris. Ar length, my Lord, I have the bliss To date to you a line from this Where, by plebeians low and scurvy, Upward and downward, as the stream Of hydra faction kicks the beam ! * * This excellent imitation of the noble Lord's style shows how deeply Mr. Fudge must have studied his great original. Irish oratory, indeed, abounds with such startling peculiarities. Thus the eloquent Counsellor B- in describing some hypocritical pretender to charity, said, "He put his hand in his breeches-pocket, like a crocodile, and," &c. &c. Where the poor Palace changes masters Quicker than a snake its skin, And Louis is roll'd out on castors, While BONEY'S borne on shoulders in: But where, in every change, no doubt, : One special good your Lordship traces,— That 'tis the Kings alone turn out, How oft, dear Viscount C -GH, I've thought of thee upon the way, For him who writes a Tour, that he And spread, beyond man's usual share, At home, abroad, till thou art known, Like Major SEMPLE, every where ! And marv❜lling with what pow'rs of breath Your Lordship, having speech'd to death Some hundreds of your fellow-men, Next speech'd to Sovereigns' ears,—and when There's one thou should'st be chiefly pleas'd at— That Ireland gives her snuff thy name, And C —————GH's the thing now sneez'd at! But hold, my pen !- —a truce to praising— But time and ink run short, and now, * The title of the chief magistrate of Belfast, before whom his Lordship (with the "studium immane loquendi" attributed by Ovid to that chattering and rapacious class of birds, the pies) delivered sundry long and self-gratulatory orations, on his return from the Continent. It was at one of these Irish dinners that his gallant brother, Lord S., proposed the health of "The best cavalry officer in Europe - the Regent !" (As thou wouldst say, my guide and teacher In these gay metaphoric fringes, I must embark into the feature On which this letter chiefly hinges* ;- And bay'nets, and the Duke commanding- That France prefers her go-cart King * Verbatim from one of the noble Viscount's Speeches"And now, Sir, I must embark into the feature on which this question chiefly hinges." And that the Irish, grateful nation ! And Norway That, as for some few million souls, Transferr❜d by contract, bless the clods! If half were strangled-Spaniards, Poles, And Frenchmen-'twouldn't make much odds, So Europe's goodly Royal ones Sit easy on their sacred thrones ; So FERDINAND embroiders gaily †, And Louis eats his salmi‡, daily; *See her Letters. It would be an edifying thing to write a history of the private amusements of sovereigns, tracing them down from the fly-sticking of Domitian, the mole-catching of Artabanus, the hog-mimicking of Parmenides, the horse-currying of Aretas, to the petticoat-embroidering of Ferdinand, and the patienceplaying of the Pe Rt! |