Girded with his dagger wooden, And his coxcomb, bells, and hood on ! The stupid stare from high and low, Where, slippery ground! the idol crown'd Thus professionally frock'd At yon palace gate I knock'd, I without my host had reckon'd. 77"He's a name only, and all good in him Amongst the common rout." The Custom of the Country. Alas! how many have the fortune without the feelings Lo, a garter! in a crack he What judicious homage pays he! He is really nearly double! My Lord Parvenu,78 whose peerage of a gentleman; and how many the feelings without the fortune! 78 The following lines were chalked by Canning on the door of a rich parvenu who had then recently been made a peer "Bobby R-lives here, George the Third made him a peer, And took the pen from behind his ear." E Not one Fool I must confess Make merrier meal upon the daws Light up a dreaming world! and heard, A similar plaisanterie has been recently perpetrated! "Give me rather a low fulness," says Bishop Hall, “ than an empty advancement." "Wee buy Titles of honour with gold, that our Predecessors purchased with virtue."-Barnaby Rich. 1649. 79 The favourite bird also of Sophocles and Tasso; and the subject of many an Arabic and Persian allegory. Pliny has eloquently described the effect of this bird's note, and Izaac Walton says beautifully :-" He, that, at midnight, when the labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have heard, the clear air, the sweet descant, the rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above the earth, and say, 'Lord! what music hast thou provided for thy saints in heaven, when thou affordest bad men such music upon earth." How exqui Could'st thou but take wings and fly! SCENE IV.-The Castle Tavern, Windsor. Sir Peter Prolix and Mr. Pumpkin Plethoric at their dessert and wine. I, Pumpkin. MY Lord Chief Joker,80 miss'd Of your jingling jest the gist, Prithee let me cry, Sir Peter, Encore to that merry metre ! Sir. P. What exclaim'd the gallant Napier, Proudly flourishing his rapier! When he conquered Scinde?" Peccavi!" 81 sitely has Milton apostrophised the aerial music of the nightingale in his "Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly-"” The author of the "Seasons" would listen, hour after hour, on a fine summer's evening, to hear the nightingales in Richmond gardens. The nightingale, however melancholy as she has been represented, is, in fact, a cheerful bird. Like the infant, in an elegant Persian poem of Sadi, she smiles and is happy, while all around her are silent and sad. ... 80 "Every man," said Dr. Johnson to Miss Burney, "has, some time in his life, an ambition to be a wag." 81 Another of Sir Peter's! Why is a man always sure to be in time when on a broken-winded horse?-Because Hours wait on Aurora (a roarer)! Pumpkin. "Not one swallow makes a summer," Said old Sherry 82 to his rummer— I must have another rosy Glass to make me warm and cosey. When there's claret in the cruet. Enter Waiter. Boy! have you a vintage brighter, Fit to swear your mistress true by? A mighty magnum introduce Of that genial, genuine juice. [Exit Waiter. Sir P. Pumpkin, he who dreads to die Don't deserve to live, say I! Intrepidity of soul Soon rekindles, like hot coal! A puff revives the slumbering spark- 82 A friend remarked to Sheridan that hot drinks were pernicious. "True," replied Sheridan, "hot tea, hot coffee,-nay, possibly, hot punch when-very hot!" 83 Brother Barnardina Palomo said, that if you put your wine in water, you lose your wine; and if not, you lose yoursel! . . "A dire dilemma! either way I'm sped." 84 The title of Soldier is derived from Solidus, a piece of money. The Roman Legions were paid. Hence the Volunteer, whose gallantry was gratuitous, was said to be |