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apartment hung with garter-blue is proper for his reception!-The other new Peers to be greeted only plain Sir! that they may remember their late ignobility, and feel new gratitude to the benefactor of honours!You may, as if upon recollection, address some of the last list, My Lord!—and ask their names-it will be pleasing to them to sound out their own titles.-Lord ELIOT is to be an exception, as he will tediously go through every degree of his dignity in giving an answer.-All letters from BERKELEY-SQUARE to be brought in without mentioning Lord SHELBURNE's name, or even Mr. ROSE's. The Treasury Messenger to carry the red box, as usual, to CHARLES JENKINSON, before it is sent to Buckinghamhouse.-Don't blunder a second time, and question Lord MOUNTMORRES as to the life of a hackney chairman-it is wrong to judge by appearances!-Lord GRAHAM may be admitted to the library-he can't read, and therefore won't derange the books.
AT BROOKES'S once, it so fell out,
The box was push'd with glee about;
With mirth reciprocal inflam'd,
That none with confidence could say,
But most declin'd with" Sir, I won't
"I can't in conscience urge a right "To what I am not certain quite." -NORTHUMBRIA'S DUKE, who wish'd to put
An end to this polite dispute,
Whose generous nature yearn'd to see
"That when by chance my arm I mov'd, "The money from me then I shov'd; "This clearly shows how it was shifted." Thus said, the rhino then he lifted."Hold, hold, my Lord," says thoughtless HARE,
Who never made his purse his care;
"Hold, hold, my Lord, how is it known "This cash is certainly your own?
"We each might urge as good a plea,
"Then here let me be arbitrator-
For gravely thus my Lord Duke says:
Yet rather than let fools deride,
«Thus eighty shillings give to RALPH,
I. THIS maxim, then, ye spendthrifts, know, 'Tis money makes the mare to go,
II. By no wise man be this forgot;
III. This rule keep ever in your head;
IV. Though some may rail, and others laugh, In your own hand still keep the staff.
V. Forget not, Sirs, since Fortune 's fickle, Many a little makes a mickle.
VI. By gay men's counsels be not thwarted, Fools and their money soon are parted.
VII, Save, save, ye prudent-who can know How soon the high may be quite low?
VIII. Of Christian virtues hear the sum,
IX. Neglect not farthings, careless elves;
K-WHEN heedless of your birth and name,
Of K-gs I reign'd supremely blest:
P-TT. When only on my favour'd head
Your smiles their royal influence shed
Then was the son of CH-TH-M
While we, Sir, both laugh'd at 'em.