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Worship my whiskers!”—(weeps) not a knee chiefly upon the Trial and Imprisonment of two was there

But bent and worshipp'd the Illustrious Pair, Which curl'd in conscious majesty! (pulls out his handkerchief)-while cries

Brothers—but as this forms the under plot of the Drama, I shall content myself with extracting from it the following speech, which is addressed the two Brothers, as they "exeunt severally" to

Of "Whiskers, whiskers!" shook the echoing Prison :-
skies.-

Just in that glorious hour, methought, there came,
With looks of injur'd pride, a Princely Dame,
And a young maiden, clinging by her side,
As if she fear'd some tyrant would divide
Two hearts that nature and affection tied!

The Matron came within her right hand glow'd
A radiant torch; while from her left a load

Go to your prisons-though the air of Spring
No mountain coolness to your cheeks shall bring;
Though Summer flowers shall pass unseen away,
And all your portion of the glorious day
May be some solitary beam that falls,
At morn or eve, upon your dreary walls—
Some beam that enters, trembling as if aw'd,

Of Papers hung-(wipes his eyes) collected in To tell how gay the young world laughs abroad! her veil

The venal evidence, the slanderous tale,
The wounding hint, the current lies that pass
From Post to Courier, form'd the motley mass;
Which, with disdain, before the Throne she throws,
And lights the Pile beneath thy princely nose.
(Weeps.)
Heav'ns, how it blaz'd!—I'd ask no livelier fire
(With animation) To roast a Papist by, my gra-
cious Sire!

Yet go-for thoughts as blessed as the air
Of Spring or Summer flowers await you there;
Thoughts, such as He, who feasts his courtly crew
In rich conservatories, never knew ;
Pure self-esteem-the smiles that light within -
The Zeal, whose circling charities begin
With the few lov'd ones Heaven has plac'd it near,
And spread, till all Mankind are in its sphere;
The Pride, that suffers without vaunt or plea,
And the fresh Spirit, that can warble free,

But, ah! the Evidence-(weeps again) I mourn'd Through prison-bars, its hymn to Liberty!

to see

Cast, as it burn'd, a deadly light on thee:

And Tales and Hints their random sparkle flung,
And hiss'd and crackled, like an old maid's
tongue;

While Post and Courier, faithful to their fame,
Made up in stink for what they lack'd in flame.
When, lo, ye Gods! the fire ascending brisker,
Now singes one, now lights the other whisker.
Ah! where was then the Sylphid, that unfurls
Her fairy standard in defence of curls?
Throne, Whiskers, Wig, soon vanish'd into smoke,
The watchman cried "Past One," and I awoke.

The Scene next changes to a Tailor's Work-shop, and a fancifully-arranged group of these Artists is discovered upon the Shop-board- Their task evidently of a royal nature, from the profusion of gold-lace, frogs, &c. that lie about-They all rise and come forward, while one of them sings the following Stanzas to the tune of " Derry Down."

My brave brother Tailors, come, straighten your knees,

For a moment, like gentlemen, stand up at ease, While I sing of our P-e (and a fig for his railers)

Derry down, down, down derry down.

Some monarchs take roundabout ways into note, While His short cut to fame is-the cut of his coat;

Philip's Son thought the World was too small for his Soul,

Here his Lordship weeps more profusely than The Shop-board's delight! the Mæcenas of Tailors! ever, and the R-g-t (who has been very much agitated during the recital of the Dream) by a movement as characteristic as that of Charles XII. when he was shot, claps his hands to his whiskers to feel if all be really safe. A Privy Council is held all the Servants, &c. are examined, and it appears that a Tailor, who had come to measure the R-g-t for a Dress (which takes three whole But our R-g-t's finds room in a lac'd button-hole. pages of the best superfine clinquant in describing) was the only person who had been in the Bourbon Chamber during the day. It is, accordingly, Look through all Europe's Kings—those, at least, determined to seize the Tailor, and the Council who go loosebreaks up with a unanimous resolution to be Not a King of them all's such a friend to the Goose, vigorous.

The commencement of the Second Act turns

Derry down, &c.

Mr. Leigh Hunt and his brother.

So, God keep him increasing in size and renown,
Still the fattest and best fitted P―e about town!
Derry down, &c.

still lie luckily in his pocket) being produced, and skilfully laid beside the others, the following billet-doux is the satisfactory result of their juxtaposition.

Honour'd Colonel-my Wife, who's the Queen of
all slatterns,

Neglected to put up the Book of new Patterns.
She sent the wrong Measures too-shamefully

They're the same us'd for poor Mr. Lambert, when young;

During the "
Derry down" of this last verse, a
messenger from the S-c-t-y of S -e's Office
rushes on, and the singer (who, luckily for the
effect of the scene, is the very Tailor suspected of
the mysterious fragments) is interrupted in the
midst of his laudatory exertions, and hurried away,
to the no small surprise and consternation of his
comrades. The Plot now hastens rapidly in its
developement the management of the Tailor's
examination is highly skilful, and the alarm, which
he is made to betray, is natural without being So,
ludicrous. The explanation, too, which he finally
gives is not more simple than satisfactory. It
appears that the said fragments formed part of a
self-exculpatory note, which he had intended to
send to Colonel M⚫M n upon subjects purely
professional, and the corresponding bits (which

But, bless you! they wouldn't go half round the
R-g-t-

hope you'll excuse yours till death, most
obedient.

This fully explains the whole mystery the R-g-t resumes his wonted smiles, and the Drama terminates as usual, to the satisfaction of all parties.

And my wish is, in truth, that the best of old
fellows

Should not, on recovering, have cause to be jealous,
But find that, while he has been laid on the shelf,
We've been all of us nearly as mad as himself.
You smile at my hopes-but the Doctors and I,
Are the last that can think the K-ng ever will die.1

A new era's arriv'd 2,- though you'd hardly believe it

And all things, of course, must be new to receive it. New villas, new fêtes (which ev'n Waithman attends)

I am proud to declare I have no predilections, 3
My heart is a sieve, where some scatter'd affections
Are just danc'd about for a moment or two,
And the finer they are, the more sure to run
through:

Neither feel I resentments, nor wish there should
come ill

To

mortal-except (now I think on't) Beau
Br-mm-1

Who threaten'd last year, in a superfine passion,
To cut me, and bring the old K-ng into fashion.
This is all I can lay to my conscience at present;
When such is my temper, so neutral, so pleasant,

New saddles, new helmets, and-why not new So royally free from all troublesome feelings,

When I think of the glory they've beam'd on
my chains,

"Tis enough quite to turn my illustrious brains.
It is true we are bankrupts in commerce and riches,
But think how we find our Allies in new breeches!
We've lost the warm hearts of the Irish, 'tis granted,
But then we've got Java, an island much wanted,
To put the last lingering few who remain,
Of the Walcheren warriors, out of their pain.
Then how Wellington fights! and how squabbles
his brother!

For Papists the one, and with Papists the other;
One crushing Napoleon by taking a City,
While t'other lays waste a whole Cath'lic Com-
mittee.

Oh deeds of renown!-shall I boggle or flinch,
With such prospects before me? by Jove, not an
inch.

No-let England's affairs go to rack, if they will,
We'll look after th' affairs of the Continent still;
And, with nothing at home but starvation and riot,
Find Lisbon in bread, and keep Sicily quiet.

"I certainly am the last person in the kingdom to whom it can be permitted to despair of our royal father's recovery." - Prince's Letter.

So little encumber'd by faith in my dealings
(And that I'm consistent the world will allow,
What I was at Newmarket the same I am now).
When such are my merits (you know I hate crack-
ing),

I hope, like the Vender of Best Patent Blacking,
"To meet with the gen'rous and kind approbation
"Of a candid, enlighten'd, and liberal nation."

By the bye, ere I close this magnificent Letter, (No man, except Pole, could have writ you a better,)

'Twould please me if those, whom I've humbug'd so long +

With the notion (good men!) that I knew right
from wrong,

Would a few of them join me ―mind, only a few —
To let too much light in on me never would do;
But even Grey's brightness shan't make me afraid,
While I've C-md-n and Eld-n to fly to for

shade;

Nor will Holland's clear intellect do us much harm, While there's W-stm-rel-nd near him to weaken the charm.

As for Moira's high spirit, if aught can subdue it,
Sure joining with H-rtf-rd and Y-rm-th will
do it!

Between R-d-r and Wh-rt-n let Sheridan sit,
And the fogs will soon quench even Sheridan's wit:
And against all the pure public feeling that glows
Ev'n in Whitbread himself we've a Host in G-rge
R-se!

So, in short, if they wish to have Places, they
may,

And I'll thank you to tell all these matters to Grey",

4

I cannot conclude without expressing the gratification I should feel if some of those persons with whom the early habits of my public life were formed would strengthen my

2 "A new era is now arrived, and I cannot but reflect with hands, and constitute a part of my government." — Ibid. satisfaction," &c. - Ibid.

3 "I have no predilections to indulge, no resentments to gratify." Ibid.

5" You are authorized to communicate these sentiments to Lord Grey, who, I have no doubt, will make them known to Lord Grenville."— Ibid.