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CHANGE OF MINISTRY.

As human fashions change about,

The reign of Fools should now begin,
For when the Wigs are going out

The Naturals are coming in.

A PIG IN A POKE.

A LORD bought of late an outlandish estate,
At its Wild Boars to Chevy and dig;
So some people purchase a pig in a poke,
And others, a poke in a pig.

COMPOSED ON READING A DIARY.

THAT flesh is grass is now as clear as day,
To any but the merest purblind pup;

Death cuts it down, and then, to make her hay,
My Lady B- comes and rakes it up.

THE PURSUIT OF LETTERS.

THE Germans for Learning enjoy great repute;
But the English make Letters still more a pursuit ;
For a Cockney will go from the banks of the Thames
To Cologne for an O, and to Nassau for M's.

C.

A REFLECTION.

WHEN Eve upon the first of Men

The apple press'd with specious cant,
Oh! what a thousand pities then

That Adam was not Adamant !

Q

LAYING THE DUST.

AFTER such years of dissension and strife,
Some wonder that Peter should weep for his wife:
But his tears on her grave was nothing surprising,-
He's laying her dust, for fear of its rising.

ON LIEUTENANT EYRE'S NARRATIVE OF THE DISASTERS AT CABUL.

A SORRY tale, of sorry plans,

Which this conclusion grants,

That Affghan clans had all the Khans

And we had all the cant's.

THE SUPERIORITY OF MACHINERY.

A MECHANIC his labour will often discard

If the rate of his pay he dislikes ;

But a clock-and its case is uncommonly hard-
Will continue to work, tho' it strikes!

PARTY SPIRIT.

"WHY did you not dine,” said a Lord to a Wit,
"With the Whigs, you political sinner?"
"Why really I meant, but had doubts how the Pit
Of my stomach would bear a Fox Dinner."

LORD B

'TIS said of Lord B., none is keener than he

To spit a Wild Boar with éclât;

But he never gets near to the Brute with his spear,
He gives it so very much law.

TRAITORS' AIMS.

THREE traitors, Oxford-Francis-Bean,
Have missed their wicked aim;

And may all shots against the Queen,
In future do the same:

For why, I mean no turn of wit,

But seriously insist,

That if Her Majesty were hit,

No one would be so miss'd.

ON A CERTAIN LOCALITY.

Of public changes, good or ill,

I seldom lead the mooters,

But really Constitution Hill

Should change its name with Shooter's!

ON THE ART-UNIONS.

THAT Picture-Raffles will conduce to nourish Design, or cause good colouring to flourish, Admits of logic-chopping and wise sawing, But surely Lotteries encourage Drawing!

A MORNING THOUGHT.

No more, no more will I resign
My couch so warm and soft,
To trouble trout with hook and line,
That will not spring aloft.

With larks appointments one may fix

To greet the dawning skies,
But hang the getting up at six,
For fish that will not rise!

ON A CERTAIN EQUESTRIAN STATUE AT THE ROYAL

EXCHANGE.

WHOEVER has looked upon Wellington's breast,
Knows well that he's not so full in the chest ;
But the sculptor, to humour the Londoners partial,
Has turn'd the lean Duke to a plump City Marshal.

ON A DAGUERREOTYPE PORTRAIT OF A LADY.

YES, there are her features! her brow, and her hair,
And her eyes, with a look so seraphic,

Her nose, and her mouth, with the smile that is there,
Truly caught by the Art Photographic !

Yet why should she borrow such aid of the skies,
When by many a bosom's confession,

Her own lovely face, and the light of her eyes,
Are sufficient to make an impression?

SUGGESTIONS BY STEAM.

WHEN Woman is in rags and poor,

And sorrow, cold, and hunger tease her,

If man would only listen more

To that small voice that crieth-" Ease her!"

Without the guidance of a friend,

Though legal sharks and screws attack her,

If man would only more attend

To that small voice that crieth-" Back her!"

So oft it would not be his fate

To witness some despairing dropper

In Thames's tide, and run too late

To that small voice that crieth-"Stop her!"

PUNISHMENT OF SUICIDES.

WHEN would-be Suicides in purpose fail,

Who could not find a morsel though they needed-
If Peter sends them for attempts to jail,
What would he do to them if they succeeded?

ATHOL BROSE.

CHARM'D with a drink which Highlanders compose,
A German traveller exclaim'd with glee,—
"Potztausend! sare, if dis is Athol Brose,
How goot dere Athol Boetry must be!"

ON THE DEPRECIATED MONEY.

THEY may talk of the plugging and sweating,
Of our coinage that's minted of gold,

But to me it produces no fretting

Of its shortness of weight to be told :

All the sov'reigns I'm able to levy

As to lightness can never be wrong, But must surely be some of the heavy, For I never can carry them long.

ON MRS. PARKES'S PAMPHLET.

SUCH strictures as these
Could a learned Chinese

Only read on some fine afternoon,
He would cry with pale lips,

"We shall have an Eclipse,

For a Dragon has seized on the Moon!"

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