Tasty tit-bits from old CHARLEY, which they all reel off by rote;
But if there is a cherub up aloft to watch poor JACK,
That there cherub ain't a poet,—bards are on another tack.
TOMMY ATKINS, TOMMY ATKINS, BULL is sweet on "loyal toasts,"
And he spends his millions freely on his squadrons and his hosts,
But there isn't much on't, messmate, not so fur as I can see,
Whether 'tis rant or rhino, that gets spent on you and me.
Still the Times has took our case up,—werry handsome o' the Times!—
I have heard it charged with prejudice, class-hate, and similar crimes,
But it shows it's got fair sperret and a buzzum as can feel