LETTER X. FROM MISS BIDDY FUDGE TO MISS DOROTHY WELL, it isn't the King, after all, my dear creature! For grandeur of air and for grimness of feature, he isn't. At first, I felt hurt, for I wish'd it, I own, If for no other cause but to vex Miss MALONE,— Showing off with such airs, and a real Cashmere*, * See Lady Morgan's "France" for the anecdote, told her by Madame de Genlis, of the young gentleman whose love was cured by finding that his mistress wore a shawl “ peau de lapin." "As I think for my BIDDY, so gentille and jolie, "Whose charms may their price in an honest way fetch, "That a Brandenburgh"-(what is a Brandenburgh, DOLLY?)— "Would be, after all, no such very great catch. "If the R-G— -T indeed—” added he, looking sly(You remember that comical squint of his eye) But I stopp'd him with "La, Pa, how can you say so, "When the R-G-T loves none but old women, you know!" Which is fact, my dear DOLLY-we, girls of eighteen, That she liv'd to much more than a hundred and ten, over, Since that happy night, when we whisk'd through the air! Let me see -'twas on Saturday — yes, DOLLY, yes From that evening I date the first dawn of my bliss ; When we both rattled off in that dear little carriage, Whose journey, Bов says, is so like Love and Marriage, 66 Beginning gay, desperate, dashing, down-hilly, I set out with Papa, to see LOUIS DIX-HUIT 'Mong orange-trees, clipp'd into town-bred decorum, And daphnes, and vases, and many a statue There staring, with not ev'n a stitch on them, at you! *The cars, on the return, are dragged up slowly by a chain. The ponds, too, we view'd-stood awhile on the brink To contemplate the play of those pretty gold fishes "Live bullion," says merciless BOB, "which, I think,. 66 Would, if coin'd, with a little mint sauce, be delicious!"* * Mr. Bob need not be ashamed of his cookery jokes, when he is kept in countenance hy such men as Cicero, St. Augustine, and that jovial bishop, Venantius Fortunatus. The pun of the great orator upon the "jus Verrinum," which he calls bad hogbroth, from a play upon both the words, is well known; and the Saint's puns upon the conversion of Lot's wife into salt are equally ingenious : - "In salem conversa hominibus fidelibus quoddam præstitit condimentum, quo sapiant aliquid, unde illud caveatur exemplum." De Civitat. Dei, lib. xvi. cap. 30. -The jokes of the pious favourite of Queen Radagunda, the convivial Bishop Venantius, may be found among his poems, in some lines against a cook who had robbed him. The following is similar to Cicero's pun: Plus juscella Coci quam mea jura valent. See his poems, Corpus Poetar. Latin. tom. ii. p. 1732.— Of the same kind was Montmaur's joke, when a dish was spilt over him—“ summum jus, summa injuria ;" and the same celebrated parasite, in ordering a sole to be placed before him, said, Eligi cui dicas, tu mihi sola places. The reader may likewise see, among a good deal of kitchen erudition, the learned Lipsius's jokes on cutting up a capon in his Saturnal. Sermon. lib. ii. cap. 2. But what, DOLLY, what, is the gay orange-grove, Or gold fishes, to her that's in search of her love? In vain did I wildly explore every chair Where a thing like a man was— no lover sate there! In vain my fond eyes did I eagerly cast At the whiskers, mustachios, and wigs that went past, To obtain, if I could, but a glance at that curl, And mustachios in plenty, but nothing like his ! Disappointed, I found myself sighing out "well-aday," Thought of the words of T-M M-RE's Irish Melody, *For this scrap of knowledge "Pa" was, I suspect, indebted to a note upon Volney's Ruins; a book which usually forms part of a Jacobin's library, and with which Mr. Fudge must have been well acquainted at the time when he wrote his "Down with Kings," &c. The note in Volney is as follows: -"It is by this tuft of hair (on the crown of the head), worn by the majority of Mussulmans, that the Angel of the Tomb is to take the elect and carry them to Paradise." |