Oh- Papa, all along, knew the secret, 'tis clear"Twas a shopman he meant by a "Brandenburgh," dear! The man, whom I fondly had fancied a King, And, when that too delightful illusion was past, As a hero had worshipp'd-vile, treacherous thingTo turn out but a low linen-draper at last! My head swam around-the wretch smil'd, I believe, But his smiling, alas, could no longer deceive I fell back on BOB-my whole heart seem'd to And, pale as a ghost, I was carried back hither! With cruel facetiousness said, "Curse the Kiddy! "A staunch Revolutionist always I've thought him, "But now I find out he's a Counter one, BIDDY!" Only think, my dear creature, if this should be known To that saucy, satirical thing, Miss MALONE! the men! [never It will spread through the country and never, oh, Can BIDDY be seen at Kilrandy again! Farewell -I shall do something desp'rate, I fear And, ah! if my fate ever reaches your ear, One tear of compassion my DOLL will not grudge To her poor - broken-hearted young friend, BIDDY FUDGE. Nota bene - I am sure you will hear, with delight, That we're going, all three, to see BRUNET to-night. A laugh will revive me and kind Mr. Cox (Do you know him?) has got us the Governor's box. FABLES FOR THE HOLY ALLIANCE. Tu Regibus alas Eripe. VIRGIL, Georg. lib. iv. Clip the wings Of these high-flying, arbitrary Kings. DRYDEN'S Translation |