ALLEGORY.

A MORAL VEHICLE.

HAD a Gig-Horse, and I called him Pleasure,
Because on Sundays, for a little jaunt,
He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure;
Although he sometimes kicked, and shied
aslant.

I had a Chaise, and christened it Enjoyment,
With yellow body, and the wheels of red,
Because 'twas only used for one employment,
Namely, to go wherever Pleasure led.
I had a wife, her nickname was Delight;

A son called Frolic, who was never still:
Alas! how often dark succeeds to bright!

Delight was thrown, and Frolic had a spill,
Enjoyment was upset and shattered quite,
And Pleasure fell a splitter on Paine's Hill!

A SOMNAMBULIST.

"A change came o'er the spirit of my dream."-Byron.

M

ETHOUGHT-for Fancy is the strangest gadder
When sleep all homely Mundane ties hath

riven

Methought that I ascended Jacob's ladder,

With heartfelt hope of getting up to Heaven:

Some bell, I knew not whence, was sounding seven

When I set foot upon that long one-pair;

And still I climbed when it had chimed eleven,

Nor yet of landing-place became aware;

Step after step in endless flight seem'd there;

But on, with steadfast hope, I struggled still,

To gain that blessed haven from all care,

Where tears are wiped, and hearts forget their ill, When, lo! I wakened on a sadder stair

Tramp-tramp-tramp-tramp-upon the Brixton Mill!

TO VAUXHALL.

"The English Garden."-MASON.

HE cold transparent ham is on my fork

It hardly rains-and hark the bell!-ding dingle

Away! Three thousand feet at gravel work, Mocking a Vauxhall shower!-Married and Single Crush-rush;-Soak'd Silks with wet white Satin mingle. Hengler! Madame! round whom all bright sparks lurk, Calls audibly on Mr. and Mrs. Pringle

To study the Sublime, &c.—(vide Burke)

All Noses are upturn'd !-Whish-ish-! On high
The rocket rushes—trails—just steals in sight—
Then droops and melts in bubbles of blue light-
And Darkness reigns-Then balls flare up and die-
Wheels whiz-smack crackers-serpents twist-and then
Back to the cold transparent ham again!

TO A SCOTCH GIRL,

WASHING LINEN AFTER HER COUNTRY FASHION.

ELL done and wetly, thou Fair Maid of Perth,
Thou mak'st a washing picture well deserving
The pen and pencilling of Washington Irving:
Like dripping Naiad, pearly from her birth,

Dashing about the water of the Firth,

To cleanse the calico of Mrs. Skirving,
And never from thy dance of duty swerving
As there were nothing else than dirt on earth!
Yet what is thy reward? Nay, do not start!

I do not mean to give thee a new damper,
But while thou fillest this industrious part

Of washer, wearer, mangler, presser, stamper, Deserving better character-thou art

What Bodkin would but call-" a common tramper."

任

TO A DECAYED SEAMAN.

AIL! seventy-four cut down! Hail, Top and

Lop!

Unless I'm much mistaken in my notion,

Thou wast a stirring Tar, before that hop

Became so fatal to thy locomotion ;

Now, thrown on shore, like a mere weed of ocean,
Thou readest still to men a lesson good,
To King and Country showing thy devotion,
By kneeling thus upon a stump of wood!
Still is thy spirit strong as alcohol;

Spite of that limb, begot of acorn-egg,
Methinks,-thou Naval History in one Vol.-
A virtue shines, e'en in that timber leg,
For unlike others that desert their Poll,

Thou walkest ever with thy "Constant Peg!”

TO LORD WHARNCLIFFE, ON HIS GAME-BILL.

'M fond of partridges, I'm fond of snipes,
I'm fond of black cocks, for they're very good

cocks

I'm fond of wild ducks, and I'm fond of wood

cocks

And grouse that set up such strange moorish pipes.
I'm fond of pheasants with their splendid stripes-
I'm fond of hares, whether from Whig or Tory—
I'm fond of capercailzies in their glory,—
Teal, widgeons, plovers, birds in all their types:
All these are in your care, Law-giving Peer,
And when you next address your Lordly Babel,
Some clause put in your Bill, precise and clear,
With due and fit provision to enable

A man that holds all kinds of game so dear
To keep, like Crockford, a good Gaming Table.