So time is left to Emperor SANDY For dragons, after Chinese models, And chambers where Duke Ho and Soo Might come and nine times knock their noddles! All this my Quarto 'll prove-much more : Than Quarto ever proved before :- My Journal, penn'd by fits and starts, On BIDDY's back or BOBBY's shoulder, (My son, my Lord, a youth of parts," Who longs to be a small place-holder,) "Jul. thirty-first.—Went, after snack, "To the Cathedral of St. Denny; 66 Sigh'd o'er the Kings of ages back, “And―gave the old Concierge a penny. "(Mem.-Must see Rheims, much fam'd, 'tis said, "For making Kings and gingerbread.) "Was shown the tomb where lay, so stately, "A little Bourbon, buried lately, "Thrice high and puissant, we were told, "Though only twenty-four hours old!* "Hear this, thought I, ye Jacobins : "Ye Burdetts, tremble in your skins! "If Royalty, but aged a day, "Can boast such high and puissant sway, "What impious hand its pow'r would fix, "Full fledg'd and wigg'd+ at fifty-six!" The argument's quite new, you see, * So described on the coffin: "très-haute et puissante Princesse, agée d'un jour." †There is a fulness and breadth in this portrait of Royalty, which reminds us of what Pliny says, in speaking of Trajan's great qualities:-"nonne longè lateque Principem ostentant?" So now, with duty to the R-G—T, I am, dear Lord, Your most obedient, P. F. Hôtel Breteuil, Rue Rivoli. Neat lodgings-rather dear for me; But BIDDY said she thought 'twould look And BIDDY's right-besides, it curries That dates from Rue St. Honoré !* * See the Quarterly Review for May, 1816, where Mr. Hobhouse is accused of having written his book "in a back street of the French capital." OH Dick! you may talk of your writing and reading, Your Logic and Greek, but there's nothing like feeding; And this is the place for it, DICKY, you dog, A humbug, a flam, to the Carte* at old VÉRY's; * The Bill of Fare.- Véry, a well-known Restaurateur. † Mr. Bob alludes particularly, I presume, to the famous Jury Dégustateur, which used to assemble at the Hotel of M. Grimod de la Reynière, and of which this modern Archestratus has given an account in his Almanach des Gourmands, cinquième année, p. 78. And, let ROMILLY speak as he will on the question, No Digest of Law's like the laws of digestion! By the by, DICK, I fatten—but n'importe for that, 'Tis the mode - your Legitimates always get fat. There's the R-G-T, there's Louis-and BONEY tried too, But, tho' somewhat imperial in paunch, 'twouldn't do: He improv'd, indeed, much in this point, when he wed, But he ne'er grew right royally fat in the head. DICK, DICK, what a place is this Paris ! - but stayAs my raptures may bore you, I'll just sketch a Day, As we pass it, myself and some comrades I've got, All thorough-bred Gnostics, who know what is what. After dreaming some hours of the land of Cocaigne *, That Elysium of all that is friand and nice, * The fairy-land of cookery and gourmandise; "Pais, où le ciel offre les viandes toutes cuites, et où, comme on parle, les alouettes tombent toutes roties. Du Latin, coquère."Duchat. |