-GH,

How oft, dear Viscount C-
I've thought of thee upon the way,
As in my job (what place could be
More apt to wake a thought of thee?)
Or, oftener far, when gravely sitting
Upon my dickey, (as is fitting
For him who writes a tour, that he
May more of men and manners see,)
I've thought of thee and of thy glories,
Thou guest of Kings, and King of Tories!
Reflecting how thy fame has grown

And spread, beyond man's usual share,
At home, abroad, till thou art known,
Like Major SEMPLE, every where!
And marv'lling with what pow'rs of breath
Your Lordship, having speech'd to death
Some hundreds of your fellow-men,

Next speech'd to Sovereign's ears, and when
All sovereigns else were doz'd, at last
Speech'd down the Sovereign* of Belfast.
Oh! mid the praises and the trophies
Thou gain'st from Morosophs and Sophis;
Mid all the tributes to thy fame,

[at There's one thou should'st be chiefly pleas'd That Ireland gives her snuff thy name,

And CGH's the thing now sneez'd at!

* The title of the chief magistrate of Belfast, before whom his Lordship (with the "studium immane loquendi" attributed by Ovid to that chattering and rapacious class of birds, the pies) delivered sundry long. and self-gratulatory orations, on his return from the Continent. It was at one of these Irish dinners that his gallant brother, Lord S., proposed the health of

The best cavalry officer in Europe-the Regent !"

But hold, my pen!-a truce to praising-
Though ev'n your Lordship will allow
The theme's temptations are amazing;
But time and ink run short, and now,
(As thou wouldst say, my guide and teacher
In these gay metaphoric fringes,)
I must embark into the feature

On which this letter chiefly hinges;
My 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 bay'nets, and the Duke commanding—
Enjoys a peace which, like the Lord's,
Passeth all human understanding:
That F***ce prefers her go-cart ****
To such a coward scamp as *****.
Though round, with each a leading-string,
There standeth many a R*y*1 crony,
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 reign'd over,
And bless thee for their flagellation,
As HELOISA did her lover!†

* Verbatim from one of the noble Viscount's speeches And now, Sir, I must embark into the feature on which this question chiefly hinges."

See her Letters.

That Poland, left for Russia's lunch

Upon the side-board, snug reposes; While Saxony's as pleas'd as Punch,

And Norway "on a bed of roses!" That, as for some few million souls, Transferr'd by contract, bless the clods! If half were strangled-Spaniards, Poles, And Frenchmen-t'wouldn't make much So Europe's goodly Royal ones Sit easy on their sacred thrones ;

[odds,

So FERDINAND embroiders gaily,
And ***** eats his salmi* daily;
So time is left to Emperor SANDY
To be half Cæsar and half Dandy;
And G- GE the R-G-T (who'd forget
That doughtiest chieftain of the set!)
Hath wherewithal for trinkets new,

For dragons, after Chinese models,
And chambers where Duke Ho and Soo [dles!
Might come and nine times knock their nod.
All this my Quarto 'll prove-much more
Than Quarto ever prov'd before-
In reas'ning with the Post I'll vie,
My facts the Courier shall supply,
My jokes V―NS—T, P—LE my sense,
And thou, sweet Lord, my eloquence!

My Journal, penn'd by fits and starts,
On BIDDY's back, or BOBBY's shoulder,
(My son, my Lord, a youth of parts,
Who longs to be a small place-holder)

* οψα τε, όσα εδεσι διοτρεφέες βασιληές.

Homer, Odyss. 3,

Is-though I say't that shouldn't say-
Extremely good; and, by the way,
One extract from it-only one-
To show its spirit, and I've done.
"Jul. thirty-first.-Went, after snack,
"To the Cathedral of St. Denny;
"Sigh'd o'er the Kings of ages back,

"And-gave the old Concierge a penny! "(Mem.-Must see Rheims, much fam'd, 'tis "For making Kings and gingerbread.) [said, "Was shown the tomb where lay, so stately, "A little B***bon, buried lately, "Thrice high and puissant, we were told, Though only twenty-four hours old!* "Hear this, thought I, ye Jacobins ; "Ye Burdetts, tremble in your skins! "If R**alty, but ag'd a day,

"Can boast such high and puissant sway, "What impious hand its pow'r would fix, "Full fledg'd and wigg'd† at fifty-six!"

The argument's quite new, you see,
And proves exactly Q. E. D.-
So now, with duty to the R—G—T,

I am, dear Lord,

Your most obedient,

P. F.

So described on the coffin: "très-haute et puissante Princesse, agée d'un jour."

†There is a fulness and breadth in this portrait of Royalty, which reminds us of what Pliny says, in speaking of Trajan's great qualities :—“ nonne longè latèque Principem ostentant ?"

Hotel Breteuil, Rue Rivoli.
Neat lodgings-rather dear for me;
But BIDDY said she thought 'twould look
Genteeler thus to date my Book,

And BIDDY's right-besides, it curries
Some favour with our friends at MURRAY's;
Who scorn what any man can say,
That dates from Rue St. Honoré !*

LETTER III.

FROM MR. BOB FUDGE TO RICHARD

ESA:

OH DICK! you may talk of your writing and

reading,

Your Logic and Greek, but there's nothing like feeding;

And this is the place for it DICKY, you dog, Of all places on earth-the head quarters of Prog!

Talk of England-her fam'd Magna Charta, I swear is

A humbug, a flam, to the Cartet at old VERY's; And as for your Juries-who would not set o'er

'em

A Jury of Tasters, with woodcocks before 'em?

* See the Quarterly Review for May, 1816, where Mr. Hobhouse is accused of having written his book "in a back street of the French capital."

+ The bill of Fare.-Véry, a well-known Restaura:

teur.

Mr. Bob alludes particularly, I presume, to the famous Jury Dégustateur, which used to assemble at