"And then, perhaps, you will as well, see The poor dear fellow safe to school At Dr. Smith's in Little Chelsea!" Heaven send he flog the little fool!
From Lady Snooks: "Dear Sir, you know You promised me last week a Rebus; A something smart and apropos, For my new Album?"—Aid me, Phœbus!
"My first is followed by my second; Yet should my first my second see, A dire mishap it would be reckon'd, And sadly shocked my first would be,
"Were I but what my whole implies, And passed by chance across your portal; You'd cry, 'Can I believe my eyes? I never saw so queer a mortal!'
"For then my head would not be on, My arms their shoulders must abandon; My very body would be gone, I should not have a leg to stand on."
Come, that's dispatched—what follows?—Stay, "Reform demanded by the nation; Vote for Tagrag and Bobtail!" Ay, By Jove, a blessed Reformation!
Jack, clap the saddle upon Rose— Or no!—the filly—she's the fleeter The devil take the rain—here goes, I'm off—a plumper for Sir Peter!