ΤΟ Mora pur quando vuol, non è bisogno mutar nè faccia nè voce per esser un angelo.* DIE when you will, you need not wear Than Beauty here on earth has given; THE NEW COSTUME OF THE MINISTERS. He looks in the glass-but perfection is there, His coat he next views-but the coat who could doubt? Ah! no-here his ardour would meet with delays, So, what's to be done?-there's the Ministers, bless 'em!— *The words addressed by Lord Herbert of Cherbury to the beautiful Nun at Murano. See his Life. That model of princes, the Emperor Commodus, was particularly luxurious in the dressing and ornamenting of his hair. His conscience, however, would not suffer him to trust himself with a barber, and he used, accordingly, to burn off his beard-"timore tonsoris," says Lampridius (Hist. August. Scriptor) The dissolute Elius Verus, too, was equally attentive to the decoration of his wig. (See Jul. Capitolin.) Indeed, this was not the only princely trait in the character of Verus, as he had likewise a most hearty and dignified contempt for his wife. See his insulting answer to her in Spartianus. "An excellent thought!-call the tailors-be nimble- So saying, he calls Castlereagh, and the rest Of his Heaven-born statesmen, to come and be dressed. In long tailors' measures, (the Prince crying "Well done!"; And first puts in hand my Lord Chancellor Eldon. CORRESPONDENCE between a LADY AND GENTLEMAN, UPON THE ADVANTAGE OF (WHAT IS CALLED) "HAVING LAW ON one's side.' COME, fly to these arms, nor let beauties so bloomy To one frigid owner be tied; Your prudes may revile, and your old ones look gloomy, Oh! think the delight of two lovers congenial, Whom no dull decorums divide; Their error how sweet, and their raptures how venial, When once they've got Law on their side! 'Tis a thing that in every king's reign has been done, too; Then why should it now be decried? If the father has done it, why shouldn't the son, too? And, e'en should our sweet violation of duty By cold-blooded jurors be tried, They can but bring it in a misfortune," my beauty, THE LADY'S ANSWER. Hold, hold, my good sir! go a little more slowly, For, grant me so faithless a bride, Such sinners as we are a little too lowly To hope to have Law on our side. Had you been a great prince, to whose star shining o'er 'em Then your Highness (and welcome !) might kick down de corum You'd always have Law on your side. Were you e'en an old Marquis, in mischief grown hoary, To the pleasures of vice, is alive to its glory- But for you, sir, crim. con. is a path full of troubles; By my advice therefore abide, And leave the pursuit to those princes and nobles OCCASIONAL ADDRESS. FOR THE OPENING OF THE NEW THEATRE OF ST. STEPHEN, INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN SPOKEN BY THE PROPRIETOR IN FULL COSTUME, ON THE 24TH OF NOVEMBER. THIS day a New House, for your edification, We open, most thinking and right-headed nation! Excuse the materials-though rotten and bad, They're the best that for money just now could be had; And, if echo the charm of such houses should be, You will find it shall echo my speech to a T. As for actors, we've got the old Company yet, The same motley, odd, tragi-comical set: And considering they all were but clerks t'other day, Your devoted and long-winded proser till death! You remember last season, when things went perverse on, Who's also employed for this season to play In "Raising the Wind," and "the Devil to Pay." We expect too-at least we've been plotting and planning— And there never was dealer in dagger and cup, In taking my leave now, I've only to say THE SALE OF THE TOOLS. Instrumenta regni.-Tacitus. HERE'S a choice set of Tools for you, gemmen and ladies, In that delicate service they're rather worn out; Though their owner, bright youth! if he'd had his own will, You can see they've been pretty well hacked-and alack! And their temper, like Ellenb'rough's none of the best. The first Tool I'll put up (they call it a Chancellor) Who bids? Gentle buyer! 'twill turn as thou shapest- Of some church that old women are fearful will fall; Or better, perhaps (for I'm guessing at random), A heavy drag-chain for some lawyer's old Tandem: Will nobody bid? It is cheap, I am sure, sir Once, twice, going, going, thrice, gone !-it is yours, sir. As a bill at long date suits the Chancellor best. Come, where's the next Tool?-Oh! 'tis here in a trice- H But it since has received a new coating of Tin, The next Tool I'll set up has hardly had handsel or Such dull things as these should be sold by the gross ; At the terrible tinkering work there must be, Where a tool such as this is (I'll leave you to judge it) LITTLE MAN AND LITTLE SOUL. " A BALLAD TO THE TUNE OF THERE WAS A LITTLE MAN, AND HE WOOED A THERE was a little Man, and he had a little Soul, Whether it's within our reach To make up a little Speech, Just between little you and little I, I, I, Then said his little Soul, Peeping from her little hole, "I protest, little Man, you are stout, stout, stout, Pray tell me what the devil Must our little, little speech be about, bout, bout, The little Man looked big, With the assistance of his wig, And he called his little Soul to order, order, order, Till she feared he'd make her jog in To jail like Thomas Croggan 1813 (As she wasn't Duke or Earl), to reward her, ward her, ward her, As she wasn't Duke or Earl, to reward her. The little Man then spoke, "Little Soul, it is no joke, For as sure as J-cky F-11- loves a sup, sup, sup, |