PADDY'S METAMORPHOSIS.' 1833. ABOUT fifty years since, in the days of our daddies, Of shipping off Ireland's most turbulent Paddies, Some West-Indian island, whose name I forget, And such the success the first colony met, Behold them now safe at the long-look'd for shore, And thinking of friends whom, but two years before, meet. And, hark! from the shore a glad welcome there came "Arrah, Paddy from Cork, is it you, my sweet boy?" While Pat stood astounded, to hear his own name In England, where, spite of the infidel's laughter, Thus hail'd by black devils, who caper'd for joy! One million and five hundred thousands of souls. And now comes old Cocker. In Ireland we're told Nay, if—as St. Roden complains is the case— And thought, what a climate, in less than two The half million of soul is decreasing apace, LES HOMMES AUTOMATES. 1834. "We are persuaded that this our artificial man will not only walk and speak, and perform most of the outward functions of animal life, but (being wound up once a week) will perhaps reason as well as most of your country parsons."— Memoirs of Martinus Scriblerus, chap. xii. IT being an object now to meet The' experiment having succeeded quite, Lord Baron of Shamdos sounds nobly as any. You can't somehow manage to prove yourself one of 'em. Should registers, deeds, and such matters refractory, 'Tis true, to a would-be descendant from Kings, Parish-registers sometimes are troublesome things; As oft, when the vision is near brought about, Some goblin, in shape of a grocer, grins out; Or some barber, perhaps, with my Lord mingles bloods, And one's patent of peerage is left in the suds. But there are ways-when folks are resolv'd to be lords Of expurging ev'n troublesome parish records: 3 The Claim to the barony of Chandos (if I recollect right) advanced by the late Sir Eg-r-t-n Br-d-s. 4" This we call pure nihility, or mere nothing."— Watts's Logic. What think ye of scissors? depend on't no heir Of a Shamdos should go unsupplied with a pair, As, whate'er else the learn'd in such lore may invent, Your scissors does wonders in proving descent. Yes, poets may sing of those terrible shears With which Atropos snips off both bumpkins and peers, But they're nought to that weapon which shines in the hands Of some would-be Patrician, when proudly he stands O'er the careless churchwarden's baptismal array, And sweeps at each cut generations away. By some babe of old times in his peerage resisted? One snip, and the urchin hath never existed! Does some marriage, in days near the Flood, interfere With his one sublime object of being a Peer? Quick the shears at once nullify bridegroom and bride, No such people have ever liv'd, married, or died! Such the newest receipt for those high-minded elves, Who've a fancy for making great lords of themselves. Follow this, young aspirer, who pant'st for a peerage, Take S-m for thy model and B-z for thy steerage, Do all and much worse than old Nicholas Flam does, And who knows but you'll be Lord Baron of Shamdos? THE DUKE IS THE LAD. Air. A master I have, and I am his man, Galloping dreary dun." Castle of Andalusia. THE Duke is the lad to frighten a lass, Galloping, dreary duke; The Duke is the lad to frighten a lass, He's an ogre to meet, and the d-1 to pass, With his charger prancing, Grim eye glancing, Chin, like a Mufti, Grizzled and tufty, Galloping, dreary Duke. Ye misses, beware of the neighbourhood In being run o'er by a Prince of the Blood. 1 See his Letters to Friends, lib. ix. epist. 19, 20, &c. Devour'd all the Tenths 1, so the idols in question, Sea Captains", - the idols here most idolised; These wood and stone gods, may have equal di- | And of whom some, alas, might too well be com I was shown to- -what think you?-a downright But I'm call'd off to dinner-grace just has been Unless 'twas some full-grown Director had sat Never mind how thy juniors in gallantry scoff, 2 See Dr. Wiseman's learned and able letter to Mr. Poynder. written about the year 1815-16, have been by some oversight TO THE SHIP IN WHICH LORD C-ST-R-GH SAILED FOR THE CONTINENT. 2 It is thus the noble lord pronounces the word "knowledge"-deriving it, as far as his own share is concerned, from the Latin, “nullus." 8 9 Imitated from Horace, lib. i. ode 3. So may my Lady's prayers prevail,3 From Eolus, that older Bags, 4 And, therefore, quarter of a King— (As Van, or any other calf, May find, without much figuring). Waft him, oh ye kindly breezes, Waft this Lord of place and pelf, Any where his Lordship pleases, Though 'twere to Old Nick himself! Circa pectus erat, qui, &c. præcipitem Africum Decertantem Aquilonibus. Nequicquam Deus abscidit Prudens oceano dissociabili Terras, si tamen impiæ Non tangenda Rates transiliunt vada. This last line, we may suppose, alludes to some distinguished Rats that attended the voyager. |