But ye-who never felt a single thought
For what our morals are to be or ought;

Who wisely wish the charms you view to reap,
Say-would you make those beauties quite so cheap?
Hot from the hands promiscuously applied,

Round the slight waist; or down the glowing side;
Where were the rapture then to clasp the form,
From this lewd grasp, and lawless contact warm?
At once love's most endearing thought resign,
Το press the hand so press'd by none but thine;
To
gaze upon that eye which never met
Another's ardent look without regret;

Approach the lip which all, without restraint,
Come near enough—if not to touch—to taint;
If such thou lovest-love her then no more,
Or give-like her-caresses to a score;
Her mind with these is gone, and with it go
The little left behind it to bestow.

Voluptuous Waltz! and dare I thus blaspheme?
Thy bard forgot thy praises were his theme.
TERPSICHORE forgive!-at every ball

My wife now waltzes-and my daughters shall;
My son (or stop--'t is needless to inquire-
These little accidents should ne'er transpire;
Some ages hence our genealogic tree

Will wear as green a bough for him as me),
Waltzing shall rear, to make our name amends,
Grandsons for me-in heirs to all his friends.

NOTES.

Note 1.

Page 39, line 6. State of the poll (last day) 5.

Note 2. Page 40, line 16.

My Latin is all forgotten, if a man can be said to have forgotten what he never remembered; but I bought my title-page motto of a Catholic priest for a three shilling bank token, after much haggling for the even sixpence. I grudged the money to a papist, being all for the memory of Perceval, and «No popery;» and quite regretting the downfall of the pope, because we can't burn him any more.

Note 3. Page 43, line 2.

Glance their many-twinkling feet."-GRAY.
Note 4. Page 43, line 22.

To rival Lord W.'s, or his nephew's, as the reader pleases the one gained a pretty woman, whom he deserved, by fighting for; and the other has been fighting in the Peninsula many a long day, « by Shrewsbury clock,» without gaining any thing in that country but the title of the Great Lord,» and « the Lord,» which savours of profanation, having been hitherto applied

only to that Being, to whom «< Te Deums» for carna are the rankest blasphemy. -It is to be presumed t general will one day return to his Sabine farm, there To tame the genius of the stubborn plain,

Almost as quickly as he conquer'd Spain!»

The Lord Peterborough conquered continents in summer; we do more-we contrive both to conquer and lose them in a shorter season. If the «< great Lord's Cincinnatian progress in agriculture be no speedier than the proportional average of time in Pope's couplet, it will, according to the farmer's proverb, be « plougaing with dogs.»>

By the bye-one of this illustrious person's new tiue is forgotten-it is, however, worth remembering--«Splvador del mundo!»-credite, posteri! If this be the appellation annexed by the inhabitants of the Peninsul to the name of a man who has not yet saved then-query-are they worth saving even in this world? for, according to the mildest modifications of any Christian creed, those three words make the odds much agains them in the next.-« Saviour of the world,» quotha!it were to be wished that he, or any one else, could sa a corner of it—his country. Yet this stupid misnome although it shows the near connexion between super stition and impiety, so far has its use, that it proves there can be little to dread from those Catholics (inquisitorial Catholics too) who can confer such an ap pellation on a Protestant. I suppose next year he will be entitled the «< Virgin Mary:» if so, Lord George Gordon himself would have nothing to object to such boral bastards of our Lady of Babylon.

Note 5. Page 45, line 15.

The patriotic arson of our amiable allies cannot be sufficiently commended-nor subscribed for. Amongst other details omitted in the various dispatches of our eloquent ambassador, he did not state (being too much occupied with the exploits of Colonel C――, in swimming rivers frozen, and galloping over roads impassable), that one entire province perished by famine in the most melancholy manner, as follows:-In General Rostopchin's consummate conflagration, the consumption of tallow and train oil was so great, that the market was inadequate to the demand: and thus one hundred and thirty-three thousand persons were starved to death, by being reduced to wholesome diet! The lamplighters of London have since subscribed a pint (of oil) a picce, and the tallow-chandlers have unanimously voted a quantity of best moulds (four to the pound), to the relief of the surviving Scythians-the scarcity will soon by such exertions, and a proper attention to the quality rather than the quantity of provision, be totally alleviated. It is said, in return, that the untouched Ukraine has subscribed sixty thousand beeves for a day's meal to our suffering manufacturers.

Note 6. Page 47, line 17.

Dancing girls-who do for hire what waltz doth gratis.

Note 7. Page 48, line 2.

It cannot be complained now, as in the Lady Bausiere's time, of the «Sieur de la Croix,» that there be