The man, whom I fondly had fancied a King, And, when that too delightful illusion was past, As a hero had worshipp'd-vile treacherous thingTo turn out but a low linen-draper at last! My head swam around-the wretch smiled, I believe, But his smiling, alas! could no longer deceive— I fell back on BOB-my whole heart seem'd to wither And, pale as a ghost, I was carried back hither! With cruel facetiousness said-"Curse the Kiddy! "A staunch Revolutionist always I've thought him, "But now I find out he's a Counter one, BIDDY! Only think, my dear creature, if this should be known To that saucy, satirical thing, Miss MALONE! What a story 'twill be at Shandangan for ever! What laughs and what quizzing she'll have with the men! It will spread through the country-and never, oh never Farewell—I shall do something desperate, I fear- One tear of compassion my DOLL will not grudge BIDDY FUDGE. Nota bene.-I'm sure you will hear, with delight, That we're going, all three, to see BRUNET to-night. A laugh will revive me-and kind Mr. Cox (Do you know him?) has got us the Governor's box! NOTES. Page 84. So FERDINAND embroiders gaily. Ir would be an edifying thing to write a history of the private amusements of sovereigns, tracing them down from the fly-sticking of Domitian, the molecatching of Artabanus, the hog-mimicking of Parmenides, the horse-currying of Aretas, to the petticoatembroidering of Ferdinand, and the patience-playing of the Pe R――t! Page 89. Your curst tea and toast. Is Mr. Bob aware that his contempt for tea renders him liable to a charge of atheism? Such, at least, is the opinion cited in Christian. Falster. Amænitat. Philolog." Atheum interpretabatur hominem ad herbâ The aversum." He would not, I think, have been so irreverent to this beverage of scholars, if he had read Peter Petit's Poem in praise of Tea, addressed to the learned Huet—or the Epigraphe which Pechlinus wrote for an altar he meant to dedicate to this herb-or the Anacreontics of Peter Francius, in which he calls Tea Oeœv, Denv, Deaivav. |