The nation is pawn'd! we shall find to our cost,
And the minister since has the duplicate lost.
We shall all be undone by the politic schemer,
Who, though "Heav'n-born[23]," will not prove a Redeemer.
[23] In the ministerial prints Mr. Pitt was usually so designated.
ON "RECOLLECTIONS OF LORD BYRON, BY THE LATE R.C. DALLAS, EDITED BY HIS SON."
A mighty DULL ASS is old prosing Dallas,
And quite as dull and prosing is his Son—
What! fifteen shillings for the book! Alas!
No pleasant "Recollection"——I am done.
DEAN SWIFT'S BARBER.
Dean Swift's barber one day told him that he had taken a public house. "And what's your sign?" said the Dean. "Oh, the pole and bason; and if your worship would just write me a few lines to put upon it, by way of motto, I have no doubt but it would draw me plenty of customers." The Dean took out his pencil, and wrote the following couplet, which long graced the barber's sign:
Rove not from pole to pole, but step in here,
Where nought excels the shaving but the beer."
G. COLMAN TO MISS M. TREE,
Impromptu, on Miss M. Tree's intended marriage and
retirement from the stage.
You bloom and charm us!—still the bosom grieves,
When Trees of your description take their leaves.