And where's your genius, bright Corinne?
And where's your brogue, Sir Lucius?
And Chinca Ti, you have not seen
One chapter of Confucius.

Lo! dandies from Kamschatka flirt
With Beauties from the Wrekin;
And belles from Berne look very pert
On Mandarins from Pekin;
The Cardinal is here from Rome,

The Commandant from Seville;
And Hamlet's father from the tomb,
And Faustus from the Devil.

O sweet Anne Page !—those dancing eyes Have peril in their splendour!

"O sweet Anne Page !" so Slender sighs, And what am I, but slender ?

Alas! when next your spells engage

So fond and starved a sinner,

My pretty Page, be Shakespear's Page,

And ask the fool to dinner!

What mean those laughing Nuns, I pray,
What mean they, nun or fairy?
I guess they told no beads to-day,
And sang no Ave-Mary:

From mass and matins, priest and pix,
Barred door, and window grated,

I wish all pretty Catholics

Were thus emancipated !

Four Seasons come to dance quadrilles
With four well-seasoned sailors;
And Raleigh talks of rail-road bills

With Timon, prince of railers;

I find Sir Charles of Aubyn Park Equipt for a walk to Mecca; And I run away from Joan of Arc To romp with sad Rebecca.

Fair Cleopatra's very plain;

Puck halts, and Ariel swaggers; And Cæsar's murdered o'er again, Though not by Roman daggers: Great Charlemagne is four feet high; Sad stuff has Bacon spoken;

Queen Mary's waist is all awry,
And Psyche's nose is broken.

Our happiest pride—how very odd!Is the mourning Isabella;

And the heaviest foot that ever trod

Is the foot of Cinderella;

Here sad Calista laughs outright,

There Yorick looks most grave, sir, And a Templar waves the cross to-night, Who never crossed the wave, sir.

And what a Babel is the talk!

"The giraffe'

"—" plays the fiddle ”—

"Macadam's roads "—"I hate this chalk!”.

“Sweet girl”—“a charming riddle”. "I'm nearly drunk with"-"Epsom salts”— "Yes, separate beds”—“ such cronies!”. "Good Heaven! who taught that man to waltz ?"

"A pair of Shetland ponies."

"Lord Nugent"-" an enchanting shape

".

"Will move for "_" Maraschino ❞—

"Pray, Julia, how's your

mother's ape?"_

"He died at Navarino!"

"The gout, by Jove, is "—" apple pie

"

"Don Miguel "_" Tom the tinker "His Lordship's pedigree's as high As "-"Whipcord, dam by Clinker."

"Love's shafts are weak ".

kicks ❞—

my chestnut

"Heart broken "broke the traces ".

"What say you now of politics?”.

"Change sides and to your places."

"Grave things may all be punned on !".

"The Whigs, thank Heaven, are"-" out

of curl!”—

"Her age is "" four by London!"

Thus run the giddy hours away,

Till morning's light is beaming, And we must go to dream by day

All we to-night are dreaming.