Takes every part with perfect ease,
Though to the Base by nature suited,
And, form'd for all, as best may please,
For whips and bolts, or chords and keys,
Turns from his victims to his glees,
And has them both well executed.
H- -TD, who, tho' no Rat himself,
Delights in all such liberal arts,
Drinks largely to the House of Guelph,
And superintends the Corni parts
While C-NN-G,* who'd be first by choice,
Consents to take an under voice;

And G- -s,† who well that signal knows,
Watches the Volti Subitos.

In short, as I've already hinted,
We take, of late, prodigiously;
But as our Club is somewhat stinted
For Gentlemen, like Tom and me,
We'll take it kind if you'll provide
A few Squireens! from t'other side;

*This Right Hon. Gentleman ought to give up his present alliance with Lord C., if upon no other principle than that which is inculcated in the following ar rangement between two Ladies of Fashion:

Says Clarinda, "though tears it may cost,
"It is time we should part, my dear Sue;
"For your character's totally lost,

"And I have not sufficient for two!"

The rapidity of this noble Lord's transformation, at the same instant, into a Lord of the Bed-chamber and an opponent of the Catholic Claims, was truly miraculous. Turn instantly--a frequent direction in music-books. The Irish diminutive of Squire,

Some of those loyal, cunning elves,

(We often tell the tale with laughter) Who us'd to hide the pikes themselves, Then hang the fools who found them after. I doubt not you could find us, too, Some Orange Parsons that would do; Among the rest, we've heard of one, The Reverend-something-HAMILTON, Who stuff'd a figure of himself (Delicious thought!) and had it shot at, To bring some Papists to the shelf, 'That could'nt otherwise be got atIf he'll but join the Association, We'll vote him in by acclamation.

And now, my brother, guide, and friend,
This somewhat tedious scrawl must end,
I've gone into this long detail,

Because I saw your nerves were shaken With anxious fears lest I should fail

In this new, loyal, course I've taken. But, bless your heart! you need not doubt We, FUDGES, know what we're about. Look round, and say if you can see

A much more thriving family.

There's JACK, the Doctor-night and day
Hundreds of patients so besiege him,
You'd swear that all the rich and gay
Fell sick on purpose to oblige him.
And while they think, the precious ninnies.
He's counting o'er their pulse so steady,
The rogue but counts how many guineas
He's fobb'd for that day's work, already.

I'll ne'er forget th' old maid's alarm,
When feeling thus Miss Sukey Flirt, he
Said, as he dropp'd her shrivell❜d arm,
"Damn'd bad this morning-only thirty!"

Your dowagers, too, every one,

So gen'rous are, when they call him in,
That he might now retire upon

The rheumatisms of three old women.
Then, whatsoe'er your ailments are,
He can learnedly explain ye 'em-
Your cold, of course, is a catarrh,

Your head-ach is a hemi-cranium :—
His skill, too, in young ladies' lungs,
The grace with which, most mild of men,
He begs them to put out their tongues,
Then bids them-put them in again!
In short, there's nothing now like JACK;-
Take all your doctors, great and small,
Of present times and ages back,

Dear Doctor FUDGE is worth them all.
So much for physic-then, in law too,
Counsellor TIM! to thee we bow;
Not one of us gives more eclat to

Th' immortal name of FUDGE than thou.

Not to expatiate on the art

With which you play'd the patriot's part,
Till something good and snug should offer ;-
Like one, who, by the way he acts
Th' enlightening part of candle-snuffer,
The manager's keen eye attracts,

And is promoted thence by him

To strut in robes, like thee, my TIM!

Who shall describe thy pow'rs of face,
Thy well-fee'd zeal in every case,
Or wrong or right-but ten times warmer
(As suits thy calling) in the former-
Thy glorious, lawyer-like delight
In puzzling all that's clear and right,
Which, though conspicuous in thy youth,
Improves so with a wig and band on,
That all thy pride's to way-lay Truth,
And leave her not a leg to stand on.-
Thy patent, prime, morality,-

Thy cases, cited from the BibleThy candour, when it falls to thee To help in trouncing for a libel ;"God knows, I, from my soul profess "To hate all bigots and benighters! "God knows, I love, to ev'n excess, "The sacred Freedom of the Press, "My only aim's to-crush the writers." These are the virtues, TIM, that draw The briefs into thy bag so fast; And these, oh, TIM-if Law be LawWill raise thee to the Bench at last.

I blush to see this letter's length,--
But 'twas my wish to prove to thee
How full of hope, and wealth, and strength,
Are all our precious family.

And, should affairs go on as pleasant

As, thank the Fates, they do at presentShould we but still enjoy the sway

Of S-DM-H and of C

-GH,

I hope, ere long, to see the day

When England's wisest statesmen, judges,
Lawyers, peers, will all be-FUDGES!

Good bye--my paper's out so nearly,
I've only room for

Your's sincerely.

LETTER VII.

FROM PHELIM CONNOR to

BEFORE We sketch the Present-let us cast
A few, short, rapid glances to the Past.
When he, who had defied all Europe's strength,
Beneath his own weak rashness sunk at
length;-

When, loos'd, as if by magic, from a chain That seem'd like Fate's, the world was free again,

And Europe saw, rejoicing in the sight,
The cause of Kings, for once, the cause of
Right;

Then was indeed, an hour of joy to those
Who sigh'd for justice-liberty-repose,

And hop'd the fall of one great vulture's nest
Would ring its warning round, and scare the

rest.

And all was bright with promise ;-Kings began
To own a sympathy with suffering Man,
And Man was grateful-Patriots of the South
Caught wisdom from a Cossack Emperor's
mouth,