EPIGRAMMATIC SCRAPS. "An Epigram! what is it, honey? Then this is one-for here are four." "What is an Epigram? A dwarfish whole- "LONDON'S PROGRESSE." In a collection of Epigrams written by Thomas Freeman, and published in quarto, in 1614, entitled "Ruband, a Great Cust," is the following prophetic one: Why, how now, Babell, whither wilt thou build? Saint Katarene, she takes Wapping by the hand, To eate a dish of strawberries and creame. CONCORD AND DISCORD. In loud debate two pilfering knaves contend, SHERIDAN'S ADDRESS TO THE PRINCE. Sheridan is said to have embodied his graver commentaries on the correspondence of the Whig Lords in 1811, in the following jeu d'esprit, "the effect of which," it is added, “in a certain quarter, may easily be imagined." In all humility we crave Our Regent may become our slave, Then, if he'll help us to pull down His father's dignity and crown, We'll make him, in some time to come, The greatest prince in Christendom. ON A LADY. No longer shall Venus, as poets have told, For later and better, mythologists hold, ON BROUGHAM. BY CANNING. Brougham has declared to all the town, So Zoilus, reviewer sage, Perhaps had thought it no misnomer, For thus their names shall shine as bright THE ATTIC STORY. A Student in his garret used to pore ON HEARING SIGNOR VELLUTI Sing the beautiful Air of "Il di rinascerà." That voice so sweet, so soft, so clear, Oh! should some spirit hov'ring near ON SIR HORATIO PALAVACENI, Who resided on his estate at Babraham, near Cambridge, and was collector of taxes to the Pope, in the reign of Mary; on whose death, and upon the change of religion that ensued, he kept the money, and afterwards lent it to Elizabeth, who knew right well how and where to use it. Here lies Sir Horatio Palavacene, Who robb'd the Pope to lend the Queene; He was a thief;-a thief! thou liest! For why? he robb'd but Antichrist. Hym Deathe wythe besome swept from Babraham, But then came Hercules with his club And struck him down to Belzebub! THE VICAR AND CURATE. A vicar, long ill, who had treasur'd up wealth, That the curate ought rather to wish he were dead. THE DISTINCTION. At public school, by chance there were two lads, Mistakes to end, their schoolfellows, so knowing, THE TOLERANT BISHOP. Collecting my dues, when your farm-yard I enter, "Do you go to church, or are you a dissenter?" But, when by the doctor you're left in the lurch, I ask, "Did the fellow attend to his church ?" But, if the Nicene ever stuck in your throat, You die a dissenter,-I alter my note, To, "Don't toll the bell for that blackguard !" And this for a maxim I always advance, Though my reasons I cannot unriddle, "All those who won't fiddle when I choose to dance, When dead shall not dance to my fiddle." THE CIRCUMNAVIGATOR. At Goodwood, in Sussex, is the Lion, carved in wood, which adorned the head of the Centurion, the ship in which Commodore Anson sailed round the world. It is set up at the Duke of Richmond Inn, with this inscription: Stay, traveller, awhile, and view I, who have travell'd more than you: He in the House of Lords-I here. ON THE PRINCE REGENT'S ABSENCE From the Ceremony of Laying the First Stone of the Vauxhall An arch wag has declar'd that he truly can say, ON READING AN ACCOUNT OF THE DEATH OF ""Tis a paradox, truly," says Richard to Ned, ON MADAME VESTRIS. Were Madame Vestris widowed or a maid, |