vase.1 A D'Orsay, compared with his castor, is omne circa petasum; and Bulwer must not attempt to rival the descriptive cock of the lorgnette, or paint the aristocratic pursing up of the "human face divine," when such. themes have been traced by the hands of the Edinburgh Prometheus. Mr. Ainsworth has given a niche to Turpin, but could he have erected a temple to Burke and Thurtell, like that in the work before us? No: these triumphs were reserved for the author of Glenlonely. Yet, alas no sun but has its shadow; surgit amari aliquid; and we sincerely regret to find that our amiable author is not altogether free from affliction, the more so, as we strongly suspect, that either a laudable ambition, lucklessly thwarted, or the effects of an accident in early youth, have acidulated the milk of his existence. Perhaps both causes conduce to this result. Even the success of his literary lucubrations cannot, we fear, prove suitably sanative. Unus Pellæo juveni non sufficit orbis, Estuat infelix angusto limite mundi. In Glenlonely he vents his sorrow in the following touching Stanzas, which we transcribe for the enchantment of our readers: My wish is granted! Russell's bill I gulp the patriotic pill, And trust myself to elevate- The lowest, meanest in the land, The scum, the vermin upward float; 'Tis Murray's bark, by Topboots fann'd, And I have sneaked into the boat But even here-il cor mi dice, Hay, Reid, and Thomson, are away Sweet specimens of whig jobation. There's Currie, from the gutter fished, Should now enjoy some quiet post. A Sheriffdom is no bad thing, Though occupied by party tools; O'er places lost the Tories sigh,- To me their joy brings only pain; Oh never more I'll aid Sir John, Or at the poll-booth take my station; In my own private sitivation. It is not in rerum natura, that talent such as this can long pass unrewarded, and we earnestly hope peace may once more revisit the hearth of Glenlonely. Just as we write, we hear that a patent of peerage is in preparation, -a small affair indeed, but the harbinger of more halcyon bon bons. Note to Number LI. 1 We believe an incident, in the early life of the author, relative to the rupture of a China utensil, is beautifully and happily alluded to in the Romance. LII. SCENE FROM THE JURY COURT OPERA. ATTRIBUTED TO DC, Esq. SCENE, Robing Room after Trial. TUNE-The Rogues March. CHIEF COMMISSIONER SINGS, Oh there's nothing on Earth So sweetens our mortal existence, As thus to repay, In a true Judge-like way, A friend for his friendly assistance. Of our otherwise comfortless duty, To the side that we mean, To suffer to pocket the booty. PITMILLY. Great Solon of old, As by Sandford we're told, Made a law for the ancient Athenians; That no one in future Should ever stand neuter, Tho' it suited his private convenience. I never the subject would view so; We should all take a side When we find it convenient to do so. Some have ventured of late For to in-si-nuate That justice should be perfect blindness, Invented by Moralist drudges, The man d'ye see Who's a good friend to me, Shall ne'er want a friend 'mong the judges. CHIEF COMMISSIONER. They say Politics Ought never to mix In judicial determinations, And that we should be All perfectly free From such pitiful considerations: But really it seems rather grievous Of our great Polar Star to bereave us, And tell me, I pray, What general rule would they leave us. CHORUS. Then let us all sing Long life to our King, Who gave us our Pensions and Places, And all about it, Be placed on a permanent basis; May we each be as true to his brother, Of ourselves and our friends, And do credit the one to the other. LIII. PETER'S ADDRESS TO BOBBY. BARD OF THE SEASONS, hail! I turn to thee Whether I see thy non-adhesive hip Witching the world with noblest horsemanship, Or hear thee in the house with looks severe Pour amorous nonsense in a Judge's ear, |