The great Lord Chancellor felt her nudge, The highest rank gave way to her. From number one and number two, She search'd the pictures through and through, And as she went from part to part, Fate brought her to a sad condition; She might have run against Lord Milton, But ah! her picture-joy to spoil, She came full butt on Mr. Hilton. The Keeper mute, with staring eyes, At last thus stammer'd out, "How now P "No Cow!"-but here her tongue in verity, Set off with steam and rail celerity-- A SINGULAR EXHIBITION AT SOMERSET HOUSE. 211 "No Cow! there an't no Cow, then the more's the shame and pity. Or in any of the rooms to be compa ed with David's Cow! Why hanging is too good for them, and yet here they are on cords! If it only hung three days a week, for an example to the learners, Or do you think from Mr. Etty, you need apprehend a row, If now and then you cut him down to hang up David's Cow? I can't think where their tastes have been, to not have such a creature, Although I say, that should not say, it was prettier than Nature; It would really be a charity to hang up David's cow. We haven't no where else to go if you don't hang it here, And the British Gallery sticks to Dutch, Teniers, and Gerrard And the Suffolk Gallery will not do-it's not a Suffolk Cow: AMONGST the agitations of the day, there is none more unaccountable to a peaceable man in a time of peace, than the resistance to the disbanding of the Yeomanry. It is of course impossible for anyone so unconnected with party as myself, to divine the ministerial motives for the measure; but judging from my own experience, I should have expected that every private at least, would have mounted his best hunter to make a jump at the offer. It appears, however, that a part of the military body in question betrays a strong disinclination to dismiss; and certain troops have even offered their services gratuitously, and been accepted, although it is evident that such a troop, to be consistent, ought to refuse, when called upon to act, to make any charge whatever. Amongst my Scottish reminiscences, I have a vivid recollection of once encountering, on the road from Dundee to Perth, a party of soldiers, having in their custody a poor fellow in the garb of a peasant, and secured by handcuffs. He looked somewhat melancholy, as he well might, under the uncertainty whether he was to be flogged within an inch of his life, or shot to death, for such were the punishments of his offence, which I understood to be desertion, or disbanding himself without leave. It was natural to conclude, that no ordinary disgust at a military life would induce a man to incur such heavy penalties. With what gratitude would he have accepted his discharge! He would surely have embraced the offer of being let off with the alacrity |