Now you have the triple feather,
Bind the kindred stems together

With a silken tie, whose hue

Once was brilliant Buff and Blue;

Present, worthy G-ge's Son;

Now, beneath, in letters neat,

Write "I SERVE," and all's complete.

EXTRACTS

FROM THE DIARY OF A POLITICIAN.

Wednesday.

THROUGH M-nch-st-r Square took a canter

just now

Met the old yellow chariot*, and made a low bow. This I did, of course, thinking 'twas loyal and civil, But got such a look oh 'twas black as the devil!

How unlucky! - incog. he was trav❜lling about,
And I like a noodle, must go find him out.

Mem. - when next by the old yellow chariot I ride, To remember there is nothing princely inside.

Thursday.

At Levee to day made another sad blunder
What can be come over me lately, I wonder?
The Pr-ce was as cheerful, as if, all his life,
He had never been troubled with Friends or a Wife—

* The incog. vehicle of the Pr―ce.

"Fine weather," says he- to which I, who must prate,

Answered, "Yes, Sir, but changeable rather, of late.” He took it, I fear, for he look'd somewhat gruff, And handled his new pair of whiskers so rough, That before all the courtiers I fear'd they'd come off, And then, Lord, how Geramb* would triumphantly scoff!

Mem.

to buy for son Dicky some unguent or lotion To nourish his whiskers - sure road to promotion!+

Last night a Concert - vastly gay -
Given by Lady C-stl-r-gh.

Saturday.

My Lord loves music, and, we know,
Has "two strings always to his bow."+

* Baron Geramb, the rival of his R. H. in whiskers.

† England is not the only country where merit of this kind is noticed and rewarded. "I remember," says Tavernier, "to have seen one of the King of Persia's porters, whose mustaches were so long that he could tie them behind his neck, for which reason he had a double pension."

A rhetorical figure used by Lord C-stl-r-gh, in one of his speeches.

In choosing songs, the R-g-t nam'd
"Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd."
While gentle H-rtf-d begg'd and pray'd
For "Young I am, and sore afraid."

EPIGRAM.

WHAT news to-day?

"Oh! worse and worse

"Mac is the Pr-ce's Privy Purse!" The Pr-ce's Purse! no, no, you fool,

You mean the Pr-ce's Ridicule.

* Colonel M-cm-h-n.

KING CRACK* AND HIS IDOLS.

WRITTEN AFTER THE LATE NEGOTIATION FOR A NEW M-N-STRY.

KING CRACK was the best of all possible Kings, (At least, so his Courtiers would swear to you gladly,)

But Crack now and then would do het'rodox things, And, at last, took to worshipping Images sadly.

Some broken-down Idols, that long had been plac'd In his father's old Cabinet, pleas'd him so much, That he knelt down and worshipp'd, though—such was his taste!

They were monstrous to look at, and rotten to touch.

* One of those antediluvian Princes, with whom Manetho and Whiston seem so intimately acquainted. If we had the Memoirs of Thoth, from which Manetho compiled his History, we should find, I dare say, that Crack was only a Regent, and that he, perhaps, succeeded Typhon, who (as Whiston says) was the last King of the Antediluvian Dynasty.