(The breed of the HUMS is as old as creation) Both, full-craw'd Legitimates--both, birds of

prey,

Both, cackling and ravenous creatures, half

way

"Twixt the goose and the vulture, like Lord C-STL--GH;

While FUM deals in Mandarins, Bonzes, Bobea,

Peers, Bishops and Punch, Huм, are sacred to thee!

So congenial their tastes, that, when Fum first did light on

The floor of that grand China-warehouse at Brighton,

The lanterns, and dragons, and things round the dome

Were so like what he left, "Gad," says FUM, "I'm at home.”-

And when, turning, he saw Bishop L

"Zooks, it is."

GE,

Quoth the Bird, "yes--I know him--a Bonze, 66 by his phiz-

"And that jolly old idol he kneels to so low "Can be none but our round-about godhead, "fat Fo!"

It chanc'd, at this moment, th' Episcopal Prig Was imploring the P

wig,*

E to dispense with his

* In consequence of an old promise, that he should be allowed to wear his own hair, whenever he might be elevated to a Bishopric by his R- H- SS.

Which the Bird, overhearing, flew high o'er his

head,

And some TOBIT-like marks of his patronage

shed,

Which so dimm'd the poor Dandy's idolatrous

eye,

That, while Fuм cried "oh Fo!" all the Court cried "oh fie!"

But, a truce to digression--these Birds of a feather

Thus talk'd t'other night on State matter together

(The P

―e just in bed, or about to depart for't,

His legs full of gout, and his arms full of

"I say, HUM," says FUм-FUM, of course, spoke Chinese,

But, bless you, that's nothing—at Brighton one

sees

Foreign lingoes and Bishops translated with

ease

“I say, Huм, how fares it with Royalty now?

"Is it up? is it prime? is it spooney--or how?"

(The Bird had just taken a flash-man's degree Under B.. -E, Y——————TH, and young Master L-)

"As for us in Pekin'. -here, a dev'l of a din

From the bed-chamber came, where that long Mandarin,

C-STL-GH (whom FUM calls the Confusius

of Prose)

Was rehearsing a speech upon Europe's repose To the deep, double bass of the fat Idol's nose!

(Nota Bene—his Lordship and L—v--rp--L come,

In collateral lines, from the old Mother HUM, C-STL-GH a HUм-bug-L—v▬▬RP--L HUM-drum.)

The Speech being finish'd, out rush'd C—s

TL--GH,

Saddled HUMм in a hurry, and, whip, spur,

away!

Through the regions of air, like a Snip on his

hobby,

[lobby.

Ne'er paus'd, till he lighted in St. Stephen's

ON THE DEATH OF SH-R-D--N.

Principibus placuisse viris.-Horat.

YES, grief will have way--but the fast falling

tear

Shall be mingled with deep execrations on those

Who could bask in that Spirit's meridian

career,

And yet leave it thus lonely and dark at its close:

Whose vanity flew round him, only while fed By the odour, his fame in its summer-time gave;

Whose vanity now, with quick scent for the dead,

Like the Ghole of the East, comes to feed at his grave!

Oh! it sickens the heart to see bosoms so hollow,

And spirits so mean in the great and highborn;

To think what a long line of titles may follow The relics of him who died--friendless and

lorn!

How proud they can press to the fun'ral array Of one, whom they shunn'd in his sickness

and sorrow :-

How bailiffs may seize his last blanket, to-day, Whose pall shall be held up by nobles, to

morrow!

And Thou, too, whose life, a sick epicure's dream,

pass'd

Incoherent and gross, even grosser, had [beam, Were it not for that cordial and soul-giving Which his friendship and wit o'er thy nothingness cast:

No, not for the wealth of the land, that supplies thee

With millions to heap upon Foppery's shrine

No, not for the riches of all who despise thee, Tho' this would make Europe's whole opulence mine ;-

Would I suffer what-ev'n in the heart that thou hast-

All mean as it is-must have consciously burn'd,

When the pittance which shame had wrung from thee at last,

1

And which found all his wants at an end, was return'd!*

"Was this then the fate!"-future ages will say, When some names shall live but in history's

curse;

[a day When Truth will be heard, and these Lords of Be forgotten as fools, or remember'd as

worse;

"Was this then the fate of that high-gifted man, "The pride of the palace, the bower, and the

hall,

The orator-dramatist-minstrel,-who ran "Through each mode of the lyre, and was "master of all!

"Whose mind was an essence, compounded "with art

From the finest and best of all other men's "powers;

* The sum was two hundred pounds-offered when Sh-r-d-n could no longer take any sustenance, and declined, for him, by his friends.

VOE. V.

6