LORD WELLINGTON AND THE MINISTERS. So gently in peace Alcibiades smiled, 1813. While in battle he shone forth so terribly grand, That the emblem they graved on his seal was a child, With a thunderbolt placed in its innocent hand. Oh, WELLINGTON! long as such Ministers wield Your magnificent arm, the same emblem will do; For, while they're in the Council and you in the Field, We've the babies in them, and the thunder in you! To the Editor of the Morning Chronicle. SIR,-In order to explain the following Fragment, it is necessary to refer your readers to a late florid description of the Pavilion at Brighton, in the apartments of which, we are told, "FUM, The Chinese Bird of Royalty," is a principal ornament. I am, Sir, yours, etc. MUM. FUM AND HUM, The two Birds of Royalty. a One day the Chinese Bird of Royalty, Fum, home.” And when, turning, he saw Bishop L---GE, “ Zooks, it is," Quoth the Bird, “ yes—I know him-a Ponze, by his phiz "And that jolly old idol he kneels to so low "Can be none but our round-about godhead, fat Fo!" It chanced, at this moment, th' Episcopal Prig Was imploring the P-E to dispense with his wig,* 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 F UM cried "Oh Fo!" all the Court cried "Oh fie!" But, a truce to digression.-These Birds of a feather -); "I say, HUM," says FUM-FUM, of course, spoke Chinese, But, bless you, that's nothing-at Brighton one sees Foreign lingoes and Bishops translated with ease"I say, Hum, 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——. * 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-1 H --SS. "As for us in Pekin”. -here a devil of a din From the bed-chamber came, where that long Mandarin, (Nota bene. His lordship and L-V-RP-L come, * EPISTLE FROM TOM CRIB TO BIG BEN, Concerning some foul play in a late Transaction.* "Ahi, mio Ben!"-METASTASIO.+ WHAT! BEN, my old hero, is this your renown? Your trinkets, wigs, thingumbobs, gold lace, and lotions; * Written soon after B**n*p*rte's transportation to St. Helena. Tom, I suppose, was "assisted" to this motto by Mr. Jackson, who, it is well known, keeps the most learned company going. |