Went, and spoke their little speech to a tittle, tittle.

tittle,

And the world all declare

That this priggish little pair

Never yet in all their lives look'd so little, little, little. Never yet in all their lives look'd so little.

REINFORCEMENTS FOR LORD WELLINGTON.

Hos

suosque tibi commendat Troja PEnates, cape fatorum comites.-VIRGIL.

1813.

As recruits in these times are not easily got,

And the Marshal must have them-pray, why should

we not,

As the last and, I grant it, the worst of our loans to him,
Ship off the Ministry, body and bones to him?

There's not in all England, I'd venture to swear,
Any men we could half so conveniently spare,
And, though they've been helping the French for

We

past,

years

may thus make them useful to England at last.

C-STL-R-GH in our sieges might save some disgraces,
Being used to the taking and keeping of places;
And Volunteer C-NN-NG, still ready for joining,
Might show off his talent for sly undermining.
Could the Household but spare us its glory and pride,
Old H—DF-T at horn-works again might be tried,
And the Ch―f J-ST-CE make a bold charge at his side!
While V-NS-TT-RT could victual the troops upon tick,
And the Doctor look after the baggage and sick.

Nay, I do not see why the great R-G-NT himself
Should, in times such as these, stay at home on the
shelf:-

Though through narrow defiles he's not fitted to pass,
Yet who could resist if he bore down en masse?
And though oft, of an evening, perhaps he might prove,
Like our brave Spanish Allies, " unable to move;'
Yet there's one thing in war, of advantage unbounded,
Which is, that he could not with ease be surrounded!

In my next, I shall sing of their arms and equipment! At present no more but-good luck to the shipment!

* The character given to the Spanish soldier, in Sir John Murray's memorable dispatch.

LORD WELLINGTON AND THE MINISTERS.

So gently in peace Alcibiades smiled,

1813.

While in battle he shone forth so terribly grand, That the emblem they graved on his seal was a child With a thunderbolt placed in its innocent hand.

Oh, WELLINGTON! long as such Ministers wield

Your magnificent arm, the same emblem will do; For, while they're in the Council and you in the Field We've the babies in them, and the thunder in you!

To the Editor of the Morning Chronicle.

SIR,-In order to explain the following Fragment, it is necessary to refer your readers to a late florid description of the Pavilion at Brighton, in the apartments of which, we are told, " FUM, The Chinese Bird of Royalty," is a principal ornament.

I am, Sir, yours, etc.

MUM.

FUM AND HUM,

The two Birds of Royalty.

ONE day the Chinese Bird of Royalty, FUM,
Thus accosted our own Bird of Royalty, Hum,
In that Palace or China-shop (Brighton—which is it?)
Where FUM had just come to pay HUм a short visit.-
Near akin are these Birds, though they differ in nation
(The breed of the HUMS is as old as creation),
Both full-craw'd Legitimates-both birds of prey,
Both cackling and ravenous creatures, half way
"Twixt the goose and the vulture, like Lord C-stl—r—gh ;
While FUM deals in Mandarins, Bonzes, Bohea-
Peers, Bishops, and Punch, HUM, are sacred to thee!
So congenial their tastes, that, when FUM first did light on
The floor of that grand China-warehouse at Brighton,
The lanterns, and dragons, and things round the dome
Were so like what he left, "Gad," says FUM," I'm at
home."-

And when, turning, he saw Bishop L-GE, "Zooks,

it is,"

Quoth the Bird, "yes-I know him-a Bonze, by his phiz

“And that jolly old idol he kneels to so low "Can be none but our round-about godhead, fat Fo!" It chanced, at this moment, th' Episcopal Prig Was imploring the P▬▬E to dispense with his wig,* Which the Bird, overhearing, flew high o'er his head, And some TOBIT-like marks of his patronage shed, Which so dimm'd the poor Dandy's idolatrous eye, That while F UM cried " Oh Fo!" all the Court cried "Oh fie!"

But, a truce to digression.-These Birds of a feather Thus talk'd, t'other night, on State matters together(The P――E just in bed, or about to depart for❜t, His legs full of gout, and his arms full of —— -); "I say, Hum," says FUM-FUM, of course, spoke Chinese, But, bless you, that's nothing—at Brighton one sees Foreign lingoes and Bishops translated with ease"I say, HUм, how fares it with Royalty now? "Is it up? is it prime? is it spooney—or how?” (The Bird had just taken a flash-man's degree Under BE, Y- ——TH, and young Master L.

* In consequence of an old promise that he should be allowed to wear his own hair, whenever he might be elevated to a Bishopric by his R——1 H—