After such years of dissension and strife,
Some wonder that Peter should weep for his wife:
But his tears on her grave was nothing surprising,—
He’s laying her dust, for fear of its rising.
ON LIEUTENANT EYRE’S NARRATIVE OF THE DISASTERS AT CABUL.
A sorry tale, of sorry plans,
Which this conclusion grants,
That Affghan clans had all the Khans
And we had all the cant’s.
THE SUPERIORITY OF MACHINERY.
A Mechanic his labour will often discard
If the rate of his pay he dislikes;
But a clock—and its case is uncommonly hard—
Will continue to work, tho’ it strikes!
PARTY SPIRIT.
“Why did you not dine,” said a Lord to a Wit,
“With the Whigs, you political sinner?”
“Why really I meant, but had doubts how the Pit
Of my stomach would bear a Fox Dinner.”