Carefully now he approaches the shrine, In which, as I've mentioned before, about nine, His aim is-TO "PRIG THE PASTORAL RING!! Fancy his fright, When, with all his might Having forced up the lid, which they'd not fasten'd quite, Or a bull-dog's bite When he's most provoked and in bitterest spite, Oh, dear !—Oh, dear !— The fright and the fear ! No one to hear!-nobody near ! In the dead of the night!-at a bad time of year!— And shouting so loud, that the drum of his ear He thought would have split as these awful words met it"AH, HA! MY GOOD FRIEND!—DON'T YOU WISH YOU MAY GET IT?" Oh, dear! Oh, dear! 'Twas a night of fear! I should just like to know if the boldest man here, The wretched man bawls, And he yells, and he squalls, But there's nothing responds to his shrieks, save the walls, Kick and plunge as he may, His struggles are fruitless-he can't get away, Oh, a welcome sight. Is the rosy light, Which lovelily heralds a morning bright, Matin chime, which tells To one caught in this worst of all possible snares, Of the Choir-how their eyes Are distended to twice their original size,- Are soon on their feet,— (His worship kept house in the very same street,-) At once he awakes, "His compliments" makes, "He'll be up at the Church in a couple of shakes!' Meanwhile the whole Convent is pulling and hauling, And bawling, and squalling, And terribly mauling The thief, whose endeavour to follow his calling They drag "to and fro," Now this way, now that way they twist him-but, No!— The poor wretch to his breast, While a voice though his jaws still together were jamm'd- Has clearly exprest He has pardon'd the culprit-and as for the rest, And the Judge, who himself was by no means a shark The best way to succeed, And by which this poor caitiff alone could be freed, He should forthwith go To Rome, and salute there his Holiness's toe ;— Read Voltaire, or Tom Paine, Or Percy Byshe Shelley, or Lord Byron's Cain ;- If anything lay about, never to 'nab' it ;— Or, at worst, if he should light on articles gone astray, To be sure and deposit them safe in the Monast'ry!" The oath he took As he kiss'd the book, Nave, transept, and aisle with a thunder-clap shook! The transmogrified Pagan perform'd his vow; How he quitted his home, Travell'd to Rome, And went to St. Peter's and look'd at the Dome, Had his turban Hung up in the Sistine chapel, by way Of a relic and how it hangs there to this day. Which will do quite as well, That the whole of the Convent the miracle saw, VOL. VIII. See Golden Legend, No. I. Bent. Mis. vol. i. p. 529. 2 T And there was not a man in Church, Chapel, or Meeting-house, And said, "In the nation If ever a man deserved canonization, "Then a Saint he shall be !"— So he made him a Saint, and remitted the fee. What became of the Pagan I really can't say; When he'd enter'd their fold, And was now a Franciscan some twenty days old, MORAL. I think we may coax out a moral or two From the facts which have lately come under our view. Now to you, wicked Pagans !-who wander about, And if once your suspected your skirts they will stick to, That because he of Blois Suffer'd one to bilk "Old father Antic the Law," That our May'rs, and our Aldermen-and we've a City full- Lastly, as to the Pagan who play'd such a trick, Is,-Don't give too much credit to people who "rat!" Never forget Early habit's a net Which entangles us all, more or less, in its mesh, And “What's bred in the bone won't come out of the flesh!" Tamen usque recurrat !— There's no making her rat! So that all that I have on this head to advance Is,-whatever they think of these matters in France, There's a proverb, the truth of which each one allows here, “YOU NEVER CAN MAKE A SILK PURSE OF A SOW'S EAR!" Tappington Everard. T. I. A DISINTERESTED REVIEW. WE have much pleasure in announcing to our readers the publication of a new and interesting work, entitled "THE COMIC ENGLISH GRAMMAR;" and we feel that we should neither be doing justice to ourselves nor to the public if we did not recommend every one to be provided with a copy of it at the very earliest opportunity. The author is well known to the world by the facetious introduction to the Latin tongue, with which he has provided the youth of these kingdoms; indeed, it might have been said that he is personally known to everybody by means of the portrait prefixed as a frontispiece to that work, had that same portrait been at all like him which it is not. But, let it not be supposed from this assertion that we are ourselves acquainted with him,- such a supposition would materially invalidate our credit for impartiality; we certainly have seen him, however, and therefore can speak with some confidence. We are the more earnest upon this point, inasmuch as we know, from good authority, that more than one young lady has already declined an introduction to him, declaring herself certain that he must be a horrid fright. We hear that he is yet a bachelor, and we strongly recommend him to consider what may be the consequences of allowing wrong impressions respecting his personal appearance to get about. Verb. sat. Before we quit this topic we will just observe, that our author, in allowing this portrait to be exhibited to the world, has not by any means laid himself open, like some people whom we could name, to the charge of vanity: he having merely followed the example of Vyse, Dilworth, and even Dr. Johnson, with various other writers on different branches of education, whose miniatures, most of them presenting, like his own, a slightly comic character, have accompanied their respective publications. The principal reason assigned in the Preface to the "Comic English Grammar," for the production of that work, is the very proper one that all previous grammars have proved inadequate to the attainment of their object, -i. e. the promotion of conversational elegance. This assertion is substantiated by a passing reference to the language commonly employed by the "useful" members of society; and we must admit that the language of the Sovereign people has no pretension to be called the King's English. We do not wish to forestal the author in his exemplifications of this great truth, but will simply take the liberty of calling the attention of our readers to the singularly infelicitous mode in which certain itinerant venders of green-grocery, drivers and conductors of public vehicles, and benevolent individuals, who amuse themselves by removing superfluities from our public streets, are in the habit of communicating their ideas to each other. We would, also, direct their notice to the dialects prevalent in Whitechapel, Spitalfields, and St. Giles's, and would put it to them, as enlightened persons, whether all of these are not appalling. Then, too, there are the countless vulgarisms which infest our provinces. The comparatively minor, but positively shocking improprieties of Pentonville, Islington, Woolwich, Peckham-Rye, and Camberwell, must also be taken into account. These facts having been duly digested, let it be considered |