The young politician is gone to the dogs.
Figaro in London. October 13, 1832.
The High-Mettled Razor.
Since of course we want razors when manhood’s begun,
Lest profusion of beard should our faces o’errun,
A thousand strange methods are found every year,
And Mechi and Rodgers assail our young ear,
When we next, like a vain beau, direct that our crest,
Silver-mounted, should be on the handle impressed,