Cried aloud, one and all, "Come, your Godships must pack "You will not do for us, though you may do for Kings." Then, trampling the gross IDOLS under their feet, They sent CRACK a petition, beginning, "Great Cæsar! "We are willing to worship, but only entreat "That you'll find us some decenter Godheads than these are." "I'll try," says King CRACK-then they furnish'd him models Of better-shaped Gods, but he sent them all back; Some were chisell❜d too fine, some had heads 'stead of noddles, In short, they were all much too godlike for CRACK ! So he took to his darling old IDOLS again, In And, just mending their legs and new bronzing their faces, open defiance of Gods and of men, Set the monsters up grinning once more in their places! WREATHS FOR THE MINISTERS. An Anacreontic. HITHER, FLORA, Queen of Flowers! From the King's well-odour'd Road, Breathes the dust and quaffs the mud! Brightest herbs and flowens of thine Into wreaths for those who rule us- First you must then, willy-nilly, The ancients, in like manner, crowned their Lares, or Household Gods.-See Juvenal, sat. g. v. 138. Plutarch too tells us that Household Gods were then, as they are now, "much given to War and penal Statutes." ριννυωδεις και ποινιμες δαίμονας. Orange of the darkest dye Find me next a Poppy posy, Next, our C-STL-R-GH to crown, * Certain tinsel imitations of the Shamrock, which are distributed by the servants of C-House every Patrick's Day. Stitch the garland through and through That's enough-away, away, THE NEW COSTUME OF THE MINISTERS. NOVA MONSTRA CREAVIT. Ovid. Met. lib. i. ver. 437. Having sent off the troops of brave Major CAMAC, With a swinging horse-tail at each valorous back, And such helmets-God bless us !as never deck'd any Male creature before, except Signor GIOVANNI Let's see,” said the R-G-NT (like Titus, perplex’d With the duties of empire), “whom shall I dress next?” He looks in the glass—but perfection is there, Wig, whiskers, and chin-tufts all right to a hair ;* Not a single ex-curl on his forehead he tracesFor curls are like Ministers, strange as the case is, The falser they are, the more firm in their places. a His coat he next views- but the coat who could doubt? For his Y-RM—TH's own Frenchified hand cut it out; Every pucker and seam were made matters of state, And a Grand Household Council was held on each plait! a Then whom shall he dress? Shall he new-rig his brother, Great C-MB-RL-ND's Duke, with some kickshaw or other? * 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 Ælius 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 bad likewise a most hearty and dignified contempt for his Wife. -See his insulting answer to her in Spartianus. |