So equal the motion—so gentle, though fleet—
It, in short, such a light and salubrious scamper is,
That take whom you please-take old L-s D—x-

H-T,

And stuff him—ay, up to the neck—with stew'd

lampreys *,

So wholesome these Mounts, such a solvent I've

found them,

That, let me but rattle the Monarch well down them, The fiend, Indigestion, would fly far away,

And the regicide lampreys + be foiled of their prey!

Memoranda-The Swiss little notice deserves,
While the fall at Ruggieri's is death to weak nerves;
And (whate'er Doctor Cott'rel may write on the question)
The turn at the Beaujon's too sharp for digestion.

I doubt whether Mr. Bob is quite correct in accenting the second syllable of Ruggieri.

* A dish so indigestible, that a late novelist, at the end of his book, could imagine no more summary mode of getting rid of all his heroes and heroines than by a hearty supper of stewed lampreys.

†They killed Henry I. of England: "a food (says Hume, gravely,) which always agreed better with his palate than his constitution."

Lampreys, indeed, seem to have been always a favourite dish with kings-whether from some congeniality between them and that fish, I know not; but Dio Cassius tells us that Pollio fattened his lampreys with human blood. St. Louis of

Such, DICK, are the classical sports that content

us,

Till five o'clock brings on that hour so mo

mentous*,

That epoch but woa! my lad-here comes the Schneider,

And, curse him, has made the stays three inches

Too wide by an inch and a half— what a Guy!
But, no matter-'twill all be set right by-and-by.
As we've MASSINOT's+ eloquent carte to eat still

up,

An inch and a half's but a trifle to fill up.

France was particularly fond of them. See the anecdote of Thomas Aquinas eating up his majesty's lamprey, in a note upon Rabelais, liv. iii. chap. 2.

* Had Mr. Bob's Dinner Epistle been inserted, I was prepared with an abundance of learned matter to illustrate it, for which, as, indeed, for all my "scientia popinæ1," I am indebted to a friend in the Dublin University,-whose reading formerly lay in the magic line; but, in consequence of the Provost's enlightened alarm at such studies, he has taken to the authors, " de re cibariâ” instead; and has left Bodin, Remigius, Agrippa and his little dog Filiolus, for Apicius, Nonius, and that most learned and savoury jesuit, Bulengerus.

† A famous Restaurateur-now Dupont.

1 Seneca.

So-not to lose time, DICK—here goes for the task; Au revoir, my old boy-of the Gods I but ask, That my life, like "the Leap of the German may be,

"Du lit à la table, d'la table au lit!"

R. F.

* An old French saying;;-"Faire le saut de l'Allemand, du lit à la table et de la table au lit."

LETTER IX.

FROM PHIL. FUDGE, ESQ. TO THE LORD VISCOUNT

My Lord, th' Instructions, brought to-day,
"I shall in all my best obey."

Your Lordship talks and writes so sensibly!
And-whatsoe'er some wags may say-
Oh! not at all incomprehensibly.

I feel th' inquiries in your letter

About my health and French most flattering; Thank ye, my French, though somewhat better, Is, on the whole, but weak and smattering:

Nothing, of course, that can compare

With his who made the Congress stare

(A certain Lord we need not name),

Who ev'n in French, would have his trope,

And talk of "batir un systême

"Sur l'équilibre de l'Europe!"

Sweet metaphor!—and then th' Epistle,
Which bid the Saxon King go whistle, —
That tender letter to "Mon Prince*,”
Which show'd alike thy French and sense;
Oh no, my Lord-there's none can do
Or say un-English things like you;
And, if the schemes that fill thy breast
Could but a vent congenial seek,

And use the tongue that suits them best,

What charming Turkish would'st thou speak!

But as for me, a Frenchless grub,

At Congress never born to stammer,

Nor learn like thee, my Lord, to snub

Fall'n Monarchs, out of CHAMBAUD's grammar

Bless you, you do not, cannot know

How far a little French will go;

For all one's stock, one need but draw

On some half-dozen words like these

* The celebrated letter to Prince Hardenburgh (written, however, I believe, originally in English,) in which his Lordship, professing to see "no moral or political objection" to the dismemberment of Saxony, denounced the unfortunate King as "not only the most devoted, but the most favoured of Bonaparte's vassals."