And these were the beautiful Gods of King Crack!

But his People, disdaining to worship such things, Cried aloud, one and all, "Come, your Godships must pack

"You'll not do for us, though you may do for Kings."

Then, trampling these images under their feet,
They sent Crack a petition, beginning "Great

Cæsar!

"We're willing to worship; but only entreat

"That you'll find us some decenter Godheads than these are."

"I'll try," says King Crack so they furnish'd

him models

Of better shap'd Gods, but he sent them all

back;

Some were chisell'd too fine, some had heads 'stead

of noddles,

In short, they were all much too godlike for

Crack.

So he took to his darling old Idols again,
And, just mending their legs and new bronzing

their faces,

In open defiance of Gods and of man,

Set the monsters up grinning once more in their places.

WHAT'S MY THOUGHT LIKE?

Quest. Why is a Pump like V-sc-nt C-stl— r-gh?

Answ. Because it is a slender thing of wood,

That up and down its awkward arm doth sway, And coolly spout and spout and spout away, In one weak, washy, everlasting flood!

DIALOGUE

EPIGRAM.

BETWEEN A

CATHOLIC

DELEGATE

AND HIS R-Y-L H-GHN-SS THE D-E OF C-B-L-D.

SAID his Highness to Ned*, with that grim face of his,

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Why refuse us the Veto, dear Catholic Neddy ?" "Because, Sir," said Ned, looking full in his phiz, "You're forbidding enough, in all conscience, already!"

* Edward Byrne, the head of the Delegates of the Irish Catholics.

WREATHS FOR THE MINISTERS.

AN ANACREONTIC.

HITHER, Flora, Queen of Flowers!

Haste thee from Old Brompton's bowers

Or, (if sweeter that abode)

From the King's well-odour'd Road,

Where each little nursery bud

Breathes the dust and quaffs the mud.

Hither come and gaily twine

Brightest herbs and flowers of thine
Into wreaths for those, who rule us,
Those, who rule and (some say) fool us
Flora, sure, will love to please
England's Household Deities! *

First you must then, willy-nilly,

Fetch me many an orange lily

* The ancients, in like manner, crowned their Lares, or Household Gods. See Juvenal, Sat. 9. v. 138. Plutarch, too, tells us that Household Gods were then, as they are now, "much given to War and penal Statutes." - εριννυωδεις και ποινιμους δαιμονας.

Orange of the darkest dye

Irish G―ff-rd can supply ;·
Choose me out the longest sprig,
And stick it in old Eld-n's wig

Find me next a Poppy posy,
Type of his harangues so dozy,
Garland gaudy, dull and cool,
To crown the head of L-v-rp-l.
'Twill console his brilliant brows
For that loss of laurel boughs,
Which they suffer'd (what a pity !)
On the road to Paris City.

Next, our C-stl-r-gh to crown, Bring me from the County Down, Wither'd Shamrocks, which have been

Gilded o'er, to hide the green

(Such as H-df-t brought away

From Pall-Mall last Patrick's Day *) –

* Certain tinsel imitations of the Shamrock which are

distributed by the Servants of C

-n House every

Patrick's Day.