Alas! that a youth with such charming beginnings,
Should sink all at once to so sad a conclusion,
And what is still worse, throw the losings and winnings
Of worthies on 'Change into so much confusion!
The Bulls, in hysterics—the Bears just as bad—
The few men who have, and the many who've not tick,
All shockt to find out that that promising lad,
Prince Metternich's pupil, is—not patriotic!
[1] At the commencement of this year, the designs of Don Miguel and his partisans against the constitution established by his brother had begun more openly to declare themselves.
[2] Don Miguel had paid a visit to the English court at the close of the year 1827.
[3] Dressed with a pint of the strongest spirits—a favorite dish of the Great Frederick of Prussia, and which he persevered in eating even on his death-bed, much to the horror of his physician Zimmerman.
[4] This quiet case of murder, with all its particulars—the hiding the body under the dinner-table, etc.—is, no doubt, well known to the reader.
THOUGHTS ON THE PRESENT GOVERNMENT OF IRELAND.
1828.
Oft have I seen, in gay, equestrian pride,
Some well-rouged youth round Astley's Circus ride
Two stately steeds—standing, with graceful straddle,
Like him of Rhodes, with foot on either saddle,
While to soft tunes—some jigs and some andantes—
He steers around his light-paced Rosinantes.
So rides along, with canter smooth and pleasant,
That horseman bold, Lord Anglesea, at present;—
Papist and Protestant the coursers twain,
That lend their necks to his impartial rein,
And round the ring—each honored, as they go,
With equal pressure from his gracious toe—