House. Enter the Pe R-g-t solus. After a few broken sentences, he thus exclaims: Away-away- Thou haunt'st my fancy so, thou devilish Book! I meet thee-trace thee, wheresoe'er I look. I see thy ink in Eld-n's brow I see thy foolscap upon H-rtf-d's spouse- And all thy blank-leaves stare from R-d-r's face! While, turning here (laying his hand on his heart) I find, ah wretched elf! Thy list of dire errata in myself. (Walks the stage in considerable agitation.) Oh Roman punch! oh potent Curaçoa! Delicious drams! why have you not the art He is here interrupted in his soliloquy by perceiving some scribbled fragments of paper on the ground, which he collects, and "by the light of two magnificent candelabras" discovers the following unconnected words: Wife neglected"-" the Book "Wrong Measures"—the Queen"-" Mr Lambert”—" the R-g-t." Ha! treason in my House!-Curst words that wither My princely soul (shaking the papers violently), what demon brought you hither? My wife!"-"the Book" too!-stay-a nearer look(Holding the fragments closer to the candelabras.) Alas! too plain-B, double O, K—Book Death and destruction! -e He here rings all the bells, and a whole legion of valets enter. A scene of cursing and swearing (very much in the German style) ensues, in the course of which messengers are dispatched, in different directions, for the L-rd Ch-nc-ll-r, the Dof C-b-1-d, &c., &c.-The intermediate time is filled up by another soliloquy, at the conclusion of which the aforesaid personages rush on alarmed-the D-e with his stays only halflaced, and the Ch-nc-ll-r with his wig thrown hastily over an old red night-cap, "to maintain the becoming splendour of his office."* The R-g-t produces the appalling fragments, upon which the Ch-nc-ll-r breaks out into exclamations of loyalty and tenderness, and relates the following portentous dream : "Tis scarcely two hours since I had a fearful dream of thee, my P- -e! Methought I heard thee, midst a courtly crowd, To enable the individual who holds the office of Chancellor to maintain it in becoming splendour. (A loud laugh.)—Lord Castlereagh's Speech upon the Vice-Chancellor's Bili. Say from thy throne of gold, in mandate loud, 66 Worship my whiskers!"-(weeps) not a knee was there But bent and worshipp'd the illustrious pair, That curl'd in conscious majesty! (pulls out his handkerchief) -while cries Of "Whiskers, whiskers" shook the echoing skies!— And a young maiden, clinging to her side, The hearts that nature and affection tied! The Matron came-within her right hand glow'd Of papers hung-(wipes his eyes)-collected in her veil (Weeps) And tales and hints their random sparkles flung, Here his Lordship weeps more profusely than ever, and the R-g-t (who has been very much agitated during the recital of the dream) by a movement as characteristic as that of Charles XII. when he was shot, claps his hands to his whiskers to feel if all be really safe. A Privy Council is held-all the servants, &c., are examined-and it appears that a tailor, who had come to measure the R-g-t for a dress (which takes three whole pages of the best superfine clinquant in describing) was the only person who had been in the Bourbon chamber during the day. It is, accordingly, determined to seize the tailor, and the Council breaks up with a unanimous resolution to be vigorous. The commencement of the second Act turns chiefly upon the trial and imprisonment of two brothers; but as this forms the under plot of the drama, I shall content myself with extracting from it the following speech, which is addressed to the two brothers, as they "exeunt severally" to prison :-- is highly skilful; and the alarm, which he is made to betray, is natural without being ludicrous. The explanation, too, which he finally gives is not more simple than satisfactory. It appears that the said fragments formed part of a self-exculpatory note, which he had intended to send to Colonel M'M-n upon subjects purely professional, and the corresponding bits (which still lie luckily in his pocket) being produced, and skillfully laid beside the others, the following billet-doux is the satisfactory result of their juxtaposition: Honour'd Colonel-my Wife, who's the Queen of all slatterns, Neglected to put up the Book of new patterns. She sent the wrong Measures too-shamefully wrong— They're the same us'd for poor Mr Lambert, when young; But, bless you! they wouldn't go half round the R-g-tSo, hope you'll excuse your's, till death, most obedient. This fully explains the whole mystery-the R-g-t resumes his wonted smiles, and the drama terminates, as usual, to the satisfaction of all parties. LETTER VIII. FROM COLONEL TH-M-S TO , ESQ. COME to our Fete,* and bring with thes Come to our Fete, and show again That pea-green coat, thou pink of men! Which charm'd all eyes, that last survey'd it; When Br-mm-l's self inquir'd "who made it ?”- And yield, in frogs and fringe, to none This letter enclosed a card for the grand Fete on the 5th of February, But the great R-g-t's self alone! For that night only, means to hire And suns grow dim beneath their tread! * Quem tu, Melpomene, semel Nascentem placido lumine, videris, &c.-Hora. Let them say what they will, that's the man for my money, Give others thy tears, but let me have thy mirth! To those who neither go to balls nor read the Morning Post, it may be necessary to mention that the floors of ball-rooms, in general, are chalked, for safety and for ornament, with various fanciful devices. "Hearts are not flint, yet flints are rent, Hearts are not steel, yet steel is bent." |