Substitute for the "déjeuner à la fourchette,"

(Since "necessitas non habet legem" you know,) If your stays are laced on, and your pins all in order, Your collar set tight-your head cheveux de frise'd, As I have not your knack of describing a larder, Let's seek other game,-and if souls could be pleased

(That's the soul of a thorough-bred gourmand, like

you,

Who can fancy nought exquisite save your ragout,)
With the beauties that Nature luxuriantly flings
O'er this valley of brightness-the vale of the springs!
—But no,-'tis in vain that my pen would pourtray
The scenes that for ever are sparkling and gay;
Where SPRING, fondly mingling his sunshine and
showers,

With his garland of myrtles, sheds freshness and

bloom ;

Where SUMMER lays smiling on wild beds of flowers,

And WINTER forgets all his chillness and gloom;

Then fancy, dear BOB, how enchantingly blithe Ruddy AUTUMN looks out, o'er the hill and the

dale

Now shaking fruit clusters-now whetting his scythe, Whilst the wheaten field gorgeously waves in the

gale!

-Come hither, come hither, tho' Nature herself,
May lavish her bounties and beauties in vain,
Yet Fashion, the queen of each dandified elf,

Invites you to swell out her glittering train!

There's nought here but bustle, and hurry, and strife,

Plays, concerts, and balls,-how you smile at the

sound!

Good humour and pleasure at emulous strife,

And Mirth gaily tinkling his joy-bells around. -But here break we off, for the present, my boy! Only come, and a glimpse of our happiness catchAnd if you don't linger and taste of our joy

Ne'er trust to your truly attached,

E

HARRY SKETCH.

LETTER VII.

FROM CL-L M-L-D OF CKS, TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE EARL OF P-F-T.

C -lle, near Cheltenham, 1820.

I TOLD you, my Lord! how the matter would end,
In the last most delectable letter I penned

To your amiable Lordship,-so candid, sincere
And so full of prediction-when lo! the Courier* -
Has just ta'en myself, and my pamphlet in hand,
And spread our just merits all over the land.
It could not be otherwise-rich as I seem

With exuberant images freshly to teem;

With that "second hand sense," which you know

I possess,

In a bountiful, liberal, and beauteous excess,

* See a brief notice in a recent Courier, of "AN ADDRESS TO THE PEOPLE OF ENGLAND, &c. &c. &c.!!" which has made much noise in the highest political circles, to whom it was submitted confidentially and officially, as well in print, as autographically.

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ተ Fancy is but sense at second hand.”

WATTS's Logic, p. 155.

From whence my revealed inspirations come flowing, And prophesiest-may be fulfill'd-there's no know

ing,

And my coinage of words never heard of in print, So sterling and current-not him of the MINT, With his little initials stuck close to the sovereign, (To shew if not King-he was worthy to govern,) Like me can escape from these counterfeit ninnies; (So far does my paper outvalue your guineas.) -How WATTS would rejoice at the verboversation† That my MEMOIRS will scatter all over the nation; And as THURLOW‡ exclaims, "I will build me a "wall

"Of fame in our language,' "that never shall fall, Till time extirps fame, learning, language and all!

"A thousand pretended prophesies and inspirations, and all the freaks of enthusiasm have been derived from this spring."-WATTS's Logic, p. 15.

"It is a considerable advantage to any language to have a variety of new words introduced into it.”—Ibid, p. 77. THURLOW, Lord.

-And now I'll unburthen my bosom at once,

And pour out the pretensions and schemes of my

sconce

Since my style's so transcendently brilliant of late,
And is now as Swift says-ministerially great+,
I know 'tis immortal-I swear by the Lord!
For nobility graces my oath like a sword-
What a star-beaming thought!—but nobility ever
Makes all my ideas prodigiously clever!

With a COMMONER, common-place, still is my style,
Whilst a KNIGHT, I illume with beneficent smile;
With a BARONET easy, genteel and improving,-

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But the sound of " MY LORD!"-oh Lord, who can

help loving!

Respecting a BARON, the hand of an EARL

My hand should approach like a delicate pearl;

"I have observed of late the style of some great ministers very much to excel that of other productions."- SWIFT on the English Tongue.