And some picturesque beggars, whose multitudes seem To recall the good days of the ancien régime, All as ragged and brisk, you'll be happy to learn, And as thin, as they were in the time of dear Sterne. Our party consists, in a neat Calais job, Of Papa and myself, Mr. Connor and Bob. You remember how sheepish Bob looked at Kilrandy, But Lord! he's quite altered-they've made him a Dandy, A thing, you know, whiskered, greatcoated, and laced, Like an hour-glass, exceedingly small in the waist; Quite a new sort of creatures, unknown yet to scholars, With heads so immoveably stuck in shirt collars, And prove to mankind that their rights | A third cousin of ours, by the way— are but folly, Their freedom a joke (which it is, you know, Dolly): "There's none,' said his Lordship, 'if I Half so fit for this great undertaking as The matter's soon settled-Pa flies to (The first stage your tourists now usually go), Settles all for his quarto-advertise- Starts post from the door, with his An author can want, except words and And, lo! the first thing in the spring of the year, Is Phil. Fudge at the front of a Quarto, But, bless me, my paper's near out, so Draw fast to a close-this exceeding You owe to a déjeuner à la Fourchette, at it yet, poor as Job (Though of royal descent by the side And for charity made private tutor to Entre nous, too, a Papist-how liberal What's next? oh, the tutor, the last of FROM PHIL. FUDGE, ESQ., TO THE LORD His nose and his chin,-which Papa rather dreads, As the B-ns, you know, are suppressing all heads That resemble old Nap's, and who knows but their honours VISCOUNT CH. Paris. AT length, my Lord, I have the bliss And Kingship, tumbled from its seat, May think, in their fright, of suppress-Stood prostrate' at the people's feet; ing poor Connor's? Au reste (as we say), the young lad's well enough, Only talks much of Athens, Rome, virtue, and stuff; Where (still to use your Lordship's The level of obedience slopes 1A celebrated mantua-maker in Paris. the eloquent Counsellor B-, in describing This excellent imitation of the noble Lord's some hypocritical pretender to charity, said: style shows how deeply Mr. Fudge must haveHe put his hand in his breeches pocket, like a studied his great original. Irish oratory, indeed, crocodile, and,' etc. etc. abounds with such startling peculiarities. Thus Where the poor palace changes masters | The theme's temptations are amazing; Quicker than a snake its skin And is rolled out on castors While -'s borne on shoulders in: But where, in every change, no doubt, One special good your Lordship traces. That 'tis the Kings alone turn out, Reflecting how thy fame has grown And spread, beyond man's usual share, At home, abroad, till thou art known, Like Major Semple everywhere! And marvelling with what powers of breath But time and ink run short, and now (As thou wouldst say, my guide and teache In these gay metaphoric fringes), I must embark into the feature On which this letter chiefly hinges ;aMy Book, the Book that is to prove-And will, so help ye Sprites above, That sit on clouds, as grave as judges, Watching the labours of the Fudges !— Will prove that all the world, at present, Is in a state extremely pleasant: That Europe-thanks to royal swords And bayonets, and the Duke com- Enjoys a peace which, like the Lord's, To such a coward scamp as: Though round, with each a leadingstring, There standeth many a R-y-lcrony, For fear the chubby, tottering thing Should fall, if left there loney-poney That England, too, the more her debts, The more she spends, the richer gets; And that the Irish, grateful nation! Remember when by thee reigned over, And bless thee for their flagellation, As Heloisa did her lover! That Poland, left for Russia's lunch Upon the sideboard, snug reposes While Saxony's as pleased as Punch, And Norway 'on a bed of roses!' That, as for some few million souls, Transferred by contract, bless the clods! If half were strangled-Spaniards, Poles, And Frenchmen-'twouldn't make So Europe's goodly Royal ones much odds, Sit easy on their sacred thrones; So Ferdinand embroiders gaily,3 And L- eats his salmi daily; 2 Verbatim from one of the noble Viscount's speeches: 'And now, sir, I must embark into the feature on which this question chiefly hinges." 3 It would be an edifying thing to write a history of the private amusements of sovereigns, tracing them down from the fly-sticking of Domitian, the molecatching of Artabanus, the hog mimicking of Parmenides, the horse-currying of Aretas, to the petticoat embroidering of Ferdi So time is left to Emperor Sandy For dragons, after Chinese models, And chambers where Duke Ho and Soo Might come and nine times knock their noddles! All this my Quarto'll prove-much more nand, and the patience-playing of the P -e his book in a back street of the French R- -t. So described on the coffin: "Très-haute et puissante Princesse, âgée d'un jour.' There is a fulness and breadth in this portrait of Royalty which remind us of what Pliny says in speaking of Trajan's great qualities: 'Nonne longe lateque Principem ostentant ?' 3 See the Quarterly Review for May 1816, where Mr. Hobhouse is accused of having written capital.' The bill of fare.-Véry, a well-known restaurateur. 5 Mr. Bob alludes particularly, I presume, to the famous Jury Degustateur which used to assemble at the hotel of M. Grimod de la Reynière, and of which this modern Archestratus has given an account in his Almanach des Gourmands, cinquième année, p. 78. 1 The fairy-land of cookery and gourmandise: 'Pays, où le ciel offre les viandes toutes cuites, et où, comme on parle, les alouettes tombent toutes roties. Du Latin, coquere.'--Dachat. Where so ready all nature its cookery yelds, Macaroni au parmesan grows in the fields; Little birds fly about with the true pheasant taint, And the geese are all born with a liver complaint ! 2 I rise-put on neckcloth-stiff, tight as can be For, a lad who goes into the world, Dick, Should have his neck tied up, you know With whiskers well oiled, and with The mirror to nature'- -so bright you could sup Off the leather like china; with coat, too, that draws On the tailor, who suffers, a martyr's applause! With head bridled up, like a four-inhand leader, And stays-devil's in them-too tight for a feeder, I strut to the old Café Hardy, which yet Beats the field at a déjeûner à la four chette. There, Dick, what a breakfast!-oh, not like your ghost Of a breakfast in England, your curst tea and toast; 3 would not, I think, have been so irreverent to this beverage of scholars, if he had read Peter Petit's Poem in praise of Tea, addressed to the learned Huet; or the Epigraph which Pechlinus wrote for an altar be meant to dedicate to this herb; or the Anacreontics of Peter Francius, in which he calls tea The process by which the liver of the unfortunate goose is enlarged, in order to produce that richest of all dainties, the foie gras, of which such renowned pátés are made at Strasbourg and Toulouse, is thus described in the Cours Gastro-The nomique: 'On déplume l'estomac des oies; on attache ensuite ces animaux aux chenets d'une cheminée, et on les nourrit devant le feu. La captivité et la chaleur donnent à ces volatiles une maladie hépatique, qui fait gonfler leur foie,' etc.-P. 206. 31s Mr. Bob aware that his contempt for tea renders him liable to a charge of atheism? Such, at least, is the opinion cited in Christian. Fulster. Amanitat. Philolog: Atheum interpretabatur hominem ab herbâ The aversum.' He Θεαν, θεην, θεαιναν. following passage from one of these Anacreontics will, I have no doubt, be gratifying all true Theists: Θεοις, θεων τε πατρί |