« ForrigeFortsett »
To rise from little into great
Too soon his shine is overcast,
He casts his fur and sheds his chains,
He slips like water through a sieve —
SYMPTOMS OF OSSIFICATION.
" An indifference to tears, and blood, and human suffering, that could only belong to a Boney-parte.”—LIFE OF NAPOLEON.
Time was, I always had a drop
I don't know how it is, but now
O’er Goethe how I used to weep,
The Drama once could shake and thrill
That heart was such — some years ago,
We've had some serious things of late,
A SERIOUS BALLAD.
But a bold pheasantry, their country's pride,
Bili Blossom was a nice young man,
And drove the Bury coach ;
And egged him on to poach.
They taught him how to net the birds,
And how to noose the hare; And with a wiry terrier,
He often set a snare. VOL. III. 17
Each “shiny night” the moon was bright,
To park, preserve, and wood
By killing all he could.
Land-owners, who had rabbits, swore
That he had this demerit Give him an inch of warren, he
Would take a yard of ferret.
At partridges he was not nice;
And many, large and small, Without Hall's powder, without lead,
Were sent to Leaden-Hall.
He did not fear to take a deer
From forest, park, or lawn;
Used frequently to fawn.
Folks who had hares discovered snares
His course they could not stop: No barber he, and yet he made
Their hares a perfect crop.
To pheasant he was such a foe,
He tried the keeper's nerves ;
Jam satis of preserves.
The Shooter went to beat, and found
No sporting worth a pin, Unless he tried the covers made
Of silver, plate, or tin.
In Kent the game was little worth,
In Surrey not a button;
The Manors about Sutton.*
No county from his tricks was safe ;
In each he tried his lucks, And when the keepers were in Beds,
He often was at Bucks.
And when he went to Bucks, alas !
They always came to Herts ; And even Oxon used to wish
That he had his deserts.
But going to his usual Hants,
Old Cheshire laid his plots :
And lost his life in Notts.
*[Charles Manners Sutton was for many years Speaker of the House of Commons.)