Page The Burning of the Love-Letter.

84 The Apparition

85 Little lip-An African Faet..

88 The Angler's Farewell. Seg Song

90 Stanzas in coning of Age..

91 A Singnlar Exhibition at Somerset House.

95 I'm going to Bombay..

99 (yle to the Advocates for the removal of Smithfield Market.

101 Ode for St. Cecilia's Eve..

105 A Plow-Up

110 The Ghost..

115 Ode to Madame Hengler.

117 The Doble Knock.

120 Lines to Mary

121 French and English..

125 Onr Village-By a Villager.

126 A True Story

129 The Carelesse Nurse Mayd.

132 To Fanny..

133 Stanzas...

135 Fugitive Lines on pawning my Watch..

135 The Compass, with Variations.

137 Paired not matched

143 The Duel..

145 Ode to Mr. Malthus..

147 A Good Direction.

151 There's no Romance in that.

152 A Waterloo Ballad.

155 Shooting Pains.

158 Morning Merlitations..

161 The Bry at the Nore..

162 Ode to St. Swithin..

164 The Schoolinaster's Motto.

167 The Supper Superstition

169 A Sturm at llastings....

172 Lines to a Lauly on her Departure for India.

179 Higgins and Diggins..

180 Dunestic Dirlactics.

188 l'ain in a l'lensure Boat..

187 Literary and Literal..

190 Ode to Perry

195 The Undying One.

201 Cockle . Caekle.

203 The Sweep's Complaint..

207 The Sub-Marine.....

212 Dug grel Verses, by a Poor blind


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The Kangaroos...
Ode for the Ninth of November.
Symptoms of Ossification.
The Poacher.
I cannot bear a Gun.
Trimmer's Exercise.
The Fox and the Hen..
The Comet..
Pompey's Ghost.
Ode to the Printer's Devil..
To C. Dickens, Esq.
Love and Lunacy.
Those Evening Bells.
Lines to a Friend at Cobham.
Lines on the Celebration of Peace.
The Lament of Toby.
To a Bad Rider..
My Son and Heir.
The Poet's Fate.
December and May...
Moral Reflections on the Cross of St. Paul's.
A Valentine.
A Recipe-For Civilization.
“ Please to ring the Belle,"
The Mermaid of Margate.
The Lady at Sea.
The Stag-Eyed Lady.
A Legend of Navarre.
A True Story.
The Monkey-Martyr.
A Parthian Glance..
A Butcher...
“ Don't you smell fire.”
The Widow..
Ode to the Camelopard.
Ode to Dr. Hahnemann, the Homeopathist.
A Custom-House Breeze.
Up the Rhine.
To * * * * *
The Knight and the Dragon..
Our Lady's Chapel.
Love Language of a Merry Young Soldier.

Pure 218 220 224 2:25 2227 2:29 233 234 236 239 2.13 203 245 246 247 217 218 273 274 275 276 279 279 283 203 284 286 287 292 293 297 299 304 310 316 321 324 326 328 329 333 335 339 340 343 343 352 355


Town and Country.
Lament for the Decline of Chivalry.
The Green Man.
More Hullahbaloo..

Page 356 359 362 367


Ode to Mr. Graham...

373 Ode to Mr. M’Adam.

380 A Friendly Address to Mrs. Fry.

384 Ode to Richard Martin, Esquire..

389 Ode to the Great Unknown..

391 Address to Mr.Dymoke, the Champion of England.. 399 Ode to Joseph Grimaidi, Senior.

402 Address to Sylvanus Urban, Esq., Editor of the Gentleman's Magazine...

406 An Address to the Steam Washing Company.

408 Ode to Captain Parry..

417 Address to R. W. Elliston, Esquire.

423 Address to Maria Darlington, on her Return to the Stage..

427 Ode to W. Kitchener, M. D.

429 An Address to the very Reverend John Ireland, D.D. 435 Ode to H. Bodkin, Esq.....


SONNETS. Literary Reminiscences.

441 To a decayed Seaman.

441 On Steam.

442 To a Scotch Girl, washing Linen after her Country Fashion..

442 To Lord Wharncliffe, on his Game-Bill.

443 By R. M.

444 “ had a Gig-Horse, and I called him Pleasure.” 444 " Along the Woodford road there comes a noise.".

445 Written in a Workhouse..

445 A Somnambulist..

446 To Vauxhall..

446 “ The sky is glowing in one ruddy sheet.”

447 Notes



“ No doubt the pleasure is as great,
Of being cheated as to cheat."


The history of human-kind to trace
Since Eve—the first of dupes-our doom unrid-

A certain portion of the human race

Has certainly a taste for being diddled.

Witness the famous Mississippi dreams !

A rage that time seems only to redoubleThe Banks, Joint-Stocks, and all the flimsy


For rolling in Pactolian streams,
That cost our modern rogues so little trouble.
No matter what,—to pasture cows on stubble,

To twist sea-sand into a solid rope,
To make French bricks and fancy bread of rubble,
Or light with gas the whole celestial cope-

Only propose to blow a bubble, And lord ! what hundreds will subscribe for soap!

Soap! it reminds me of a little tale,

Tho' not a pig's, the hawbuck's glory,
When rustic games and merriment prevail —

But here's my story:
Once on a time—no matter when
A knot of very charitable men



And quite

Set up a Philanthropical Society,

Professing on a certain plan,

To benefit the race of man,
And in particular that dark variety,
Which some suppose inferior-as in vermin,

The sable is to ermine,
As smut to flour, as coal to alabaster,

As crows to swans, as soot to driven snow,
As blacking, or as ink to “milk below,"
Or yet, a better simile to show,
- ragman's dolls to images in plaster!

as is usual in our city,
had a sort of managing Committee,
board of

grave, responsible Directors -
Secretary, good at pen and ink-

an army of Collectors ! Not merely male, but female duns,

Young, old, and middle-aged-of all degrees With many of those persevering ones,

IT'ho mite by mite would beg a cheese! And what might be their aim ?

Afric's sable sons from fetters-
To save their bodies from the burning shame

from the cowhide's bloody strokes.
Their necks from iron vokes ?
To end or mitigate the ills of slavery,
The Planter's a varice, the Driver's knavery?
To school the heathen negroes and enlighten 'em,

and brighten 'em,
And make them worthy of eternal bliss ?
Reading a well-known proverb mnch ariss

To wash and whiten 'em!
They look'd

So dark, so

To rescue

Their shoulders

To polish up

ugły in their en


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