Tell him to send me down that song AN INVITATION. "If she be not fair to me, What care I how fair she be."-SUCKLING. WHEREFORE, Fanny, look so lovely, Wherefore, Fanny, sing so sweetly, Wherefore, Fanny, dance so lightly, Wherefore smile so like an angel, Prythee, smile on me! Wherefore flirt, and aim your arrows Wherefore, Fanny, kiss and fondle Wherefore wedlock's lottery enter? A DISCOURSE DELIVERED BY A COLLEGE TUTOR, AT A SUPPER PARTY, JULY IST, 1825. YE dons and ye doctors, ye provosts and proctors, Come put forth your powers, in aid of the towers Let Mackintosh battle with Canning and V-, But let them not babble of Greek to the rabble, 'Tis a terrible crisis for Cam and for Isis, And looking-glass makers become Sabbath breakers, Sin and sin 0, no sin can be sweeter, And weavers and spinners jump up from their dinners Chuck farthing advances the doctrine of chances And menders of breeches between the long stitches And chandlers all chatter of luminous matter, The impurest of Attics read pure mathematics, A Crawford next summer will fill up your rummer, The bells of Old Bailey are practising gaily The Minories any day will rear you a Kennedy, And Bishopsgate blossom with Airy's. The nature of granites, the tricks of the planets, The engines mechanical, the long words botanical, The delicate junctions of symbols and functions, Are these proper questions for Cockney digestions, The eloquent pages of time-hallowed sages, Old presents by Brunckius, new futures by Monckius,* Your Alphas and Betas, your canons of metres, Shall these and such like work make journeymen And 'prentices tear up their articles. But oh, since fair science will cruelly fly hence, To smile upon vagrants and gypsies, Since knights of the hammer must handle their grammar, And nightmen account for eclipses, Our handicraft neighbours shall share in our labours And the sans culotte caitiff shall start for the plate if Ye halls on whose daïs the don of to-day is Ye common room glories, where beneficed Tories *Referring to a note by Bishop Monk on the Greek Play, "Facile persentibunt juvenes." Ye duels scholastic, where quibbles monastic Far hence be the season when radical treason Of port and of puddings shall bilk ye; When the weavers aforesaid shall taste of our boar's head, The silk-winders swallow our silky : When the mob shall eat faster than any vice-master, When Campbell shall dish up a bowl of our bishop. * GOOD NIGHT. GOOD night to thee, lady!—though many Where all was seducing and bright; Thy smile was the softest and dearest, Good night to thee, lady!-'tis over- The heartless adieu of the throng; * This poem was published in the Morning Chronicle of 19th July 1825, in reference to a meeting in promotion of the scheme for the London University that had been held at the London Tavern on the first of that month, |