“Future ages, recording your Majesty’s exploits, will pronounce you to have been a Nero!”
Mrs. Crawford says she wrote one line in her song, Kathleen Mavourneen, for the express purpose of confounding the cockney warblers, who sing it thus:—
The ’orn of the ’unter is ’eard on the ’ill.
Moore has laid the same trap in the Woodpecker:—
A ’eart that is ’umble might ’ope for it ’ere.
And the elephant confounds them the other way:—
A helephant heasily heats at his hease,
Hunder humbrageous humbrella trees.
ON THE MARRIAGE OF A LADY TO A GENTLEMAN NAMED GEE
Sure, madam, by your choice a taste we see: