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A dog who saw the man's condition,
A lean and hungry politician,
A sly and subtle chap,
Ready to snap
Watching each lucky moment for a bite,
While Hayman followed, tittering at the sight.
Then 'gainst a cask in solemn thought reclined; The watchful dog the happy moment knows,
And Hayman cheers him on not far behind.
And here some sage, with moral spleen may say,
Not as unfashionably good,
Then read a paper in his hand,
And made a stand.-
His mirth up to the brim;
I've got a hare for him !"
FOOLISH SON AND MORE FOOLISH MOTHEP..
GEORGE COLMAN, JR.
LADY DUBERLY, DR. PANGLOSS AND DICKY.
Lady D. And how does my lord come on with his learn ing, doctor?
Pang. Apt, very apt, indeed, for his age. Defective in nothing now but words, phrases, and grammar.
Lady D. I wish you could learn him to follow my example, and be a little genteel; but there is no making a silk purse out of a sow's ear, they say.
Pang. Time may do much. But, as to my lord, everybody hasn't your ladyship's exquisite elegance. “My soul, a lie."Shakspeare. Hem !
(Aside. Lady D. A mighty pretty spoken man !-And you are made tutor, I'm told, doctor, to my Dicky?
Pang. That honor has accrued to your obsequious servant, Peter Pangloss. I have now the felicity of superintending your ladyship's Dicky.
Lady D. I must not have my son thwarted, doctor; for when he has his way in everything, he's the sweetest temper'd youth in Christendom.
Pang. An extraordinary instance of mildness !
Lady D. Oh, as mild as mother's milk, I assure you. And what is he to learn, doctor?
Pang. Our readings will be various : logic, ethics and mathematics; history, foreign and domestic; geography, ancient and modern; voyages and travels, antiquities, British and foreign; natural history; natural and moral philosophy; classics; arts and sciences; belles lettres and miscellanies.
Lady D. Bless me! 'tis enough to batter the poor boy's brains to a mummy.
Pang " A little learning—"
Pang. Dancing? Dr. Pangloss, the philosopher, teach to dance ?
Lady D. Between whiles, you might give Dick a lesson or two in the hall. As my lord's valet plays on the kit, it will be quite handy to have you both in the house, you know.
Pang. With submission to your ladyship, my business is with the head, and not the heels of my pupil.
Lady D. Fiddle faddle! Lady Betty tells me that the heads of young men of fashion, now-a-days, are by no means overloaded. They are all left to the barber and dentist.
Pang. 'Twould be daring to dispute so self-evident an axiom. But, if your ladyshipLady D. Look
ye, doctor ;-he must learn to dance and jabber French; and I wouldn't give a brass farden for anything else. I know what's elegance;—and you'll find the gray mare the better horse, in this house, I promise you.
Pang. Her ladyship is paramount. “Dux fæmina facti." Virgil. Hem!
(Aside. Lady D. What's your pay here, Mr. Tutorer?
Pang. Three hundred pounds per annum:- —that is—sixno, three--no-ay-no matter :-the rest is between me and Mr. Dowlas.
(Aside. Lady D. Do as I direct you in private, and, to prevent words, I'll double it.
Pang. Double it! What, again! Nine hundred per annum! (Aside.) I'll take it. “ Your hand; a covenant."Shakspeare. Hem! Bless me, I've got beyond the reading, at last!
“I've often wished that I had, clear,
(Lord D speaks without. I hear, my lord
“Nine hundred pounds a year.”— Swift. Hem!
Enter LORD DUBERLY and Dick DowLAS. Lord D. Come along, Dick ? Here he is again, my lady. Twist, the tailor, happen'd to come in promiscuously, as I may
Pang. Accidentally, my lord, would be better.
Lord D. Ay, accidentally—with a suit of my Lord Docktail's under his arm; and, as we was in a bit of a rumpus to rig out Dick, why
Pang. Dress, not rig-unless metaphorically.
Lord D. Well—to dress out—why, we--hump! doctor, don't bother—in short, we popp'd Dick into 'em; and, Twist says, they hit to a hair.
Dick. Yes, they are quite the dandy—aren't they, mother ? This is all the go, they say-cut straight—that 's the thingsquare waist-wrap over the knee, and all that. Slouch is the word now, you know.
Lady D. Exceeding genteel, I declare ! Turn about Dick. They don't pinch-do they?
Dick. Oh no! just as if I'd been measured.
Lord D. Pinch? Why, my lady, they sit like a sack. But why don't you stand up? The boy rolls about like a porpus in a storm.
Dick. That's the fashion, father !—that's modern ease. Young Vats, the beau brewer, from the borough, brought it down, last Christmas, to Castleton. A young fellow is nothing now without the Bond street roll, a tooth-pick between his
teeth, and his knuckles cramm'd into his coat pocket. Then
our young nobility ! Lord D. Is it? Grace must have got plaguy limber and lopt, of late. There's the last Lord Duberly's father, done in our dining-room, with a wig as wide as a wash-tub, and stuck up as stiff as a poker. He was one of your tip-tops, too, in his time, they tell me; he carried a gold stick before George the First.
Lady D. Yes; and looks, for all the world, as straight as if he had swallowed it.
Lord D. No matter for that, my lady. What signifies dignity without its crackeristick? A man should know how to bemean himself, when he is as rich as Pluto.
Pang. Plutus, if you please, my lord. Pluto, no doubt, has disciples, and followers of fashion; but Plutus is the ruler of riches :—- Anuring uev Illoūrov šyelvaro."--Hesiod. Hem !
Lord D. There, Dick ! d'ye hear how the tutorer talks ? Odd rabbit, he can ladle you out Latin by the quart; and grunts Greek like a pig. I've gin him three hundred & year, and settled all he's to larn you. Ha’n't I doctor?
Pang. Certainly, my lord. “ Thrice to thine,"
doctor? Pang. Decidedly—“ and thrice to thine" Lady D. Aye, aye; clearly understood. Isn't it, doctor ?
Pang. Undoubtedly—“ And thrice again to make up nine." --Shakspeare. Hem! (These three quotations aside.
A SONG OF THE RAILROAD.-0. T. WOLFE.
THROUGH the mold and through the clay,