So time is left to Emperor SANDY
To be half Cæsar and half Dandy;
And G—GE the R-G-T (who'd forget
That doughtiest chieftain of the set?)
Hath wherewithal for trinkets new,

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 :-
In reas'ning with the Post I'll vie,
My facts the Courier shall supply,
My jokes V-NS-T, P―LE my sense,
And thou, sweet Lord, my eloquence!

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,)
Is-though I say't, that shouldn't say —
Extremely good; and, by the way,
One extract from it-only one-
To show its spirit, and I've done.

"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,
And proves exactly Q. E. D.

* 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
Genteeler thus to date my Book;

And BIDDY's right-besides, it curries
Some favour with our friends at MURRAY'S,
Who scorn what any man can say,

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,
Of all places on earth-the head-quarters of Prog!
Talk of England-her famed Magna Charta, I
swear, is

A humbug, a flam, to the Carte* at old VÉRY's;
And as for your Juries-who would not set o'er 'em
A Jury of Tasters †, with woodcocks before 'em?
Give CARTWRIGHT his Parliaments, fresh every year;
But those friends of short Commons would never do
here;

* 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.