And Medler's feet repose, unscanned, Wild Nick, whose oaths made such a din, Does Dr. Martext's duty; And Mullion, with that monstrous chin, Is married to a beauty; And Darrel studies, week by week, And I am eight-and-twenty now The world's cold chains have bound me; And darker shades are on my brow, And sadder scenes around me: In Parliament I fill my seat, With many other noodles; And lay my head in Jermyn-street, But often, when the cares of life When Captain Hazard wins a bet, Or Beaulieu spoils a curry: For hours and hours I think and talk I wish that I could run away From house, and court, and levee, Where bearded men appear to-day, Just Eton boys, grown heavy; That I could bask in childhood's sun, And play Sir Giles at Datchet Lane, That I could be a boy again— (1829.) "WE want"-the Duchess said to me to-day,'We want, fair sir, a prologue for our play. A charming play to show a charming robe in, 'The Honeymoon' "By Phoebus!"—" No: by Tobin." “A prologue!”--I made answer--"if you need one, In every street and square your Grace may re. 1 one." “Cruel papa! don't talk about Sir Harry!”— So Araminta lisped;--"I'll never marry; I loathe all men; such unromantic creatures! The coarsest tastes, and, ah! the coarsest features! Betty! the salts!-I'm sick with mere vexa tion, To hear them called the Lords of the Creation: They swear fierce oaths, they seldom say their prayers; And then, they shed no tears,-unfeeling bears! VOL. II.-15 I, and the friend I share my sorrows with, Will weep together through the world's disasters, In some green vale, unplagued by Lords and And hand in hand repose at last in death, "Frederic is poor, I own it," Fanny sighs, "But then he loves me, and has deep blue eyes. Since I was nine years old, and he eleven, We've loved each other, 'Love is light from And penury with love, I will not doubt it, We'll keep a cow; and we'll be so content! Alas, poor Fanny! she will find too soon But, lo! where Laura, with a frenzied air, I am to have him;-so my friends decided; my;- I wonder whether diamonds will become me! He talks of nothing but the price of stocks; That pert thing, Ellen, thought she could secure him, I wish she had, I'm sure I can't endure him! The cakes are ordered;-how my lips will falter When I stand fainting at the marriage altar! But I'm to have him! Oh, the vile baboon!" Strange Prologue this for Laura's Honeymoon! Enough of Prologues; surely I should say To hide their blushes and avoid their friends, |