“Ah! my dear—if Ma'mselle vil be so very goodJust for von littel course -though I scarce under

stood

What he wish'd me to do, I said, thank him, I would. Off we set—and, though 'faith, dear, I hardly knew whether

My head or my heels were the uppermost then, For 'twas like heav'n and earth, DOLLY, coming

together,

Yet, spite of the danger, we dar'd it again.
And oh as I gaz'd on the features and air
Of the man, who for me all this peril defied,
I could fancy almost he and I were a pair

Of unhappy young lovers, who thus, side by side, Were taking, instead of rope, pistol, or dagger, a Desperate dash down the falls of Niagara!

This achiev'd, through the gardens* we saunter'd about,

Saw the fire-works, exclaim'd "magnifique !" at each cracker,

*In the Café attached to these gardens there are to be (as Doctor Cotterel informs us) "douze nègres, très-alertes, qui contrasteront par l'ébène de leur peau avec le teint de lis et de

And, when 'twas all o'er, the dear man saw us out With the air I will say, of a Prince, to our fiacre.

Now, hear me-this Stranger-it may be mere folly

But who do you think we all think it is, Dolly? Why, bless you, no less than the great King of Prussia,

Who's here now incog. *-he, who made such a fuss,

you

Remember, in London, with BLUCHER and PLAtoff,
When SAL was near kissing old BLUCHER's cravat off!
Pa says he's come here to look after his money,
(Not taking things now as he us'd under BONEY,)
Which suits with our friend, for Boв saw him, he

swore,

Looking sharp to the silver receiv'd at the door. Besides, too, they say that his grief for his Queen (Which was plain in this sweet fellow's face to be seen)

roses de nos belles. Les glaces et les sorbets, servis par une main bien noire, fera davantage ressortir l'albâtre des bras arrondis de celles-ci."- P. 22.

* His Majesty, who was at Paris under the travelling name of Count Ruppin, is known to have gone down the Beaujon very frequently.

Requires such a stimulant dose as this car is,
Us'd three times a day with young ladies in Paris.
Some Doctor, indeed, has declar'd that such grief
Should-unless 'twould to utter despairing its
folly push-

Fly to the Beaujon, and there seek relief

By rattling, as Bов says, "like shot through a holly-bush."

I must now bid adieu;—only think, DOLLY, think If this should be the King-I have scarce slept a

wink

With imagining how it will sound in the papers,

And how all the Misses my good luck will grudge, When they read that Count RUPPIN, to drive away

vapours,

Has gone down the Beaujon with Miss BIDDY FUDGE.

Nota Bene.-Papa's almost certain 'tis he—
For he knows the Legitimate cut, and could see,
In the way he went poising and manag'd to tower
So erect in the car, the true Balance of Power.

LETTER VI.

FROM PHIL. fudge, ESQ. TO HIS BROTHER TIM

FUDGE, ESQ. BARRISTER AT LAW.

YOURS of the 12th receiv'd just now—
Thanks for the hint, my trusty brother!

'Tis truly pleasing to see how

We, FUDGES, stand by one another.
But never fear-I know my chap,
And he knows me too-verbum sap.

My Lord and I are kindred spirits,
Like in our ways as two young ferrets;
Both fashion'd, as that supple race is,
To twist into all sorts of places ;-

Creatures lengthy, lean, and hungering,

Fond of blood and burrow-mongering.

As to my Book in 91,

Call'd "Down with Kings, or, Who'd have thought it?"

Bless you, the Book's long dead and gone,-
Not ev❜n th' Attorney-General bought it.
And, though some few seditious tricks
I play'd in 95 and 6,

As

you remind me in your letter,

His Lordship likes me all the better;

We proselytes, that come with news full,

Are, as he says, so vastly useful!

REYNOLDS and I-(you know Tom Reynolds

Drinks his claret, keeps his chaise

Lucky the dog that first unkennels

Traitors and Luddites now-a-days;

Or who can help to bag a few,

When S-D- —TH wants a death or two;)
REYNOLDS and I, and some few more,

All men, like us, of information,
Friends, whom his Lordship keeps in store,
As under-saviours of the nation-*
Have form'd a Club this season, where
His Lordship sometimes takes the chair,

* Lord C.'s tribute to the character of his friend, Mr. Reynolds, will long be remembered with equal credit to both.