Page The Burning of the Love Letter. The Apparition

85 Little (op-An African Fact..

88 The Angler's Farewell.

88 Sea Song...

90 Stanzas on corning of Age.. A Singular Exhibition at Somerset House.

95 I'm going to Bornbay..

99 Ode to the Advocates for the removal of Smithfield Market.

101 de for St. Cecilia's Eve..

105 A Blow-Up

110 The Ghost...

115 Ode to Madame Hengler.

117 The Double Knock..

120 Lines to Mary.

121 French and English,

125 Our Villager-By a Villager..

126 A True Story..

129 The Carelesse Nurse Mayd.

132 To fantry.....

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 Meditations..

161 The Boy at the Nore..

162 Ode to St. Swithin..

164 The Schoolmaster's Motto.

167 The Supper Superstition.

169 A Storm at Hastings...

172 Lines to a Lady on her Departure for India.

179 Huggins and Duggins..

180 Domestic Didactics,

183 Pain in a Pleasure Boat.

187 Literary and Literal..

190 Ode to Perry

195 The Undying One.

201 (lockle v. (ackle,

203 The Sweep's Complaint..

207 The Sub-Marine. i.

212 Dog-grel Verses, by a Poor Blind.

214 Paze


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 Č. 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.

224 225 227

233 234 236 239 243 243 245 246 247 247 248 273 274 275 276 279 279 283 283 284 286 287 292 293 297 299 304 310 316 321 324 326 328 329 333 335 339 340 343 343 352 355

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

Page 356 359 362 367

ODES AND ADDRESSES. 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 Grimaldi, 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 "I 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."


A rage

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!

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


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 show,
As blacking, or as ink to " milk below,"

Or yet, a better simile to show,
As ragman's dolls to images in plaster !
However, as is usual in our city,

had a sort of managing Committee,
A board of grave, responsible Directors
Secretary, good at pen and ink-
Treasurer, of course, to keep the chink,

And quite an army of Collectors !
Not merely male, but female duns,
Young, old, and middle-aged-of all degrees

of those persevering ones, Tho mite by mite would beg a cheese! And what might be their aim ?

Afric's sable sons from fettersTo save their bodies from the burning shame Their shoulders from the cowhide's bloody strokes.

Their necks from iron yokes?
To end or mitigate the ills of slavery,
The Planter's avarice, the Driver's knavery?
To school the heathen negroes and enlighten 'om,
And make them worthy of eternal bliss ?
Why, no- the simple end and aim was this

To wash and whiten 'em!
They look d 50 ugly in their sable des

So dark, so




proverb much aniss





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