To the Editor of the Morning Chronicle.

Sir,

In order to explain the following Fragment, it is necessary to refer your readers to a late florid description of the Pavilion at Brighton, in the apartments of which, we are told, "FUM, The Chinese Bird of Royalty," is a principal ornament.

I am, Sir, yours, &c.

MUM.

FUM AND HUM, THE TWO BIRDS OF
ROYALTY.

ONE day the Chinese Bird of Royalty, FUM,
Thus accosted our own Bird of Royalty, HUM,
In that Palace or China-shop (Brighton, which is it?)
Where FUM had just come to pay HUм a short
visit.-

Near akin are these Birds, though they differ in nation

(The breed of the HUMS is as old as creation);

Both, full-craw'd Legitimates- both, birds of prey,
Both, cackling and ravenous creatures, half way
'Twixt the goose and the vulture, like Lord
C-STL GH.

While FUM deals in Mandarins, Bonzes, Bohea,
Peers, Bishops, and Punch, HUм, are sacred to thee!
So congenial their tastes, that, when Fuм first did
light on

The floor of that grand China-warehouse at Brighton, The lanterns, and dragons, and things round the

dome

Were so like what he left, "Gad," says FUм, " I'm at home."

And when, turning, he saw Bishop L—GE, "Zooks, it is,"

Quoth the Bird, "Yes I know him—a Bonze, by

his phyz

"And that jolly old idol he kneels to so low "Can be none but our round-about godhead, fat Fo!" It chanced at this moment, th' Episcopal Prig Was imploring the PE to dispense with his wig*,

* In consequence of an old promise, that he should be allowed to wear his own hair, whenever he might be elevated to a Bishopric by his R-1 H- SS.

Which the Bird, overhearing, flew high o'er his head, And some TOBIT-like marks of his patronage shed, Which so dimm'd the poor Dandy's idolatrous eye, That, while FUм cried "Oh Fo!" all the court cried "Oh fie!"

But, a truce to digression ;-these Birds of a feather Thus talk'd, t'other night, on State matters together; (The PE just in bed, or about to depart for't, His legs full of gout, and his arms full of H-RTF-D,)

“I say, Huм,” says FUм-FUм, of course, spoke Chinese,

But, bless you, that's nothing-at Brighton one

sees

Foreign lingoes and Bishops translated with ease "I say, HUм, how fares it with Royalty now? "Is it up? is it prime? is it spooney— or how?” (The Bird had just taken a flash-man's degree Under B-RR-M-RE, Y

Master L-E)

-тн, and young

"As for us in Pekin”— here, a dev❜l of a din

From the bed-chamber came, where that long Man

C-stl-gh (whom Fuм calls the Confusius of

Prose),

Was rehearsing a speech upon Europe's repose
To the deep, double bass of the fat Idol's nose.

(Nota bene-his Lordship and L-v—RP—L come, In collateral lines, from the old Mother Hum, C-STL-GH а HUм-bug-L-V-RP-L a HUмdrum.)

The Speech being finish'd, out rush'd C-STL-GH, Saddled Hum in a hurry, and, whip, spur, away, Through the regions of air, like a Snip on his hobby, Ne'er paused, till he lighted in St. Stephen's lobby.

LINES ON THE DEATH OF SH-R-D-N.

Principibus placuisse viris !- HORAT.

YES, grief will have way—but the fast falling tear Shall be mingled with deep execrations on those, Who could bask in that Spirit's meridian career, And yet leave it thus lonely and dark at its close:

Whose vanity flew round him, only while fed

By the odour his fame in its summer-time gave ;– Whose vanity now, with quick scent for the dead, Like the Ghole of the East, comes to feed at his grave.

Oh! it sickens the heart to see bosoms so hollow, And spirits so mean in the great and high-born ;