There were Lords and Ladies sitting together, In converse sweet, "What charming weather! "You'll all rejoice to hear, I'm sure, "Lord Charles has got a good sinecure; "And the Premier says, my youngest brother (Him in the Guards) shall have another. "Isn't this very, very gallant! 66 "As for my poor old virgin aunt, "Who has lost her all, poor thing, at whist, "We must quarter her on the Pension List." Thus smoothly time in that Eden roll'd; It seem'd like an Age of real gold, Where all who liked might have a slice, So rich was that Fools' Paradise. But the sport at which most time they spent, As large as life, who rose to prose, While, hid behind them, lords and squires, And thought it the very best device To make the vulgar pay through the nose For them and their wooden Ciceros. And many more such things I saw In this Eden of Church, and State, and Law; A mod'rate allowance on the whole." Ev'n to the lowest classic lees, Till nothing was left but quantities; Which made them heads most fit to be Stuck up on a University, Which yearly hatches, in its schools, Thus all went on, so snug and nice, But plain it was to see, alas! That a downfall soon must come to pass. For grief is a lot the good and wise Don't quite so much monopolise, But that ("lapt in Elysium " as they are) Even blessed fools must have their share. And so it happen'd:- but what befell, In Dream the Second I mean to tell THE RECTOR AND HIS CURATE; OR, ONE POUND TWO. "I trust we shall part, as we met, in peace and charity. My last payment to you paid your salary up to the 1st of this month. Since that, I owe you for one month, which, being a long month, of thirty-one days, amounts, as near as I can calculate, to six pounds eight shillings. My steward returns you as a debtor to the amount of SEVEN POUNDS TEN SHILLINGS FOR CON-ACRE GROUND, which leaves some trifling balance in my favour."-Letter of Dismissal from the Rev. Marcus Beresford to his Curate, the Rev. T. A. Lyons. THE account is balanced-the bill drawn out, The debit and credit all right, no doubt- Ah balance, on earth unfair, uneven! |