FUDGE at the front of a Quarto, my dear!
But, bless me, my paper's near out, so I'd better
Draw fast to a close:--this exceeding long letter
You owe to a _dejeuner a la fourchette_,
Which BOBBY _would_ have, and is hard at it yet.--
What's next? oh? the tutor, the last of the party,
Young CONNOR:--they say he's so like BONAPARTE,
His nose and his chin--which Papa rather dreads,
As the Bourbons, you know, are suppressing all heads
That resemble old NAP'S, and who knows but their honors
May think, in their fright, of suppressing poor CONNOR'S?
_Au reste_ (as we say), the young lad's well enough,
Only talks much of Athens, Rome, virtue and stuff;
A third cousin of ours, by the way--poor as Job
(Tho' of royal descent by the side of Mamma),
And for charity made private tutor to BOB;
_Entre nous_, too, a Papist--how liberal of Pa!
This is all, dear,--forgive me for breaking off thus,
But BOB'S _dejeuner_'s done, and Papa's in a fuss.
B. F.
P. S.
How provoking of Pa! he will not let me stop
Just to run in and rummage some milliner's shop;
And my _debut_ in Paris, I blush to think on it,
Must now, DOLL, be made in a hideous low bonnet.
But Paris, dear Paris!--oh, _there_ will be joy,
And romance, and high bonnets, and Madame Le Roi![2]
[1] To commemorate the landing of Louis le Desire from England,
the impression of his foot is marked out on the pier at Calais, and a
pillar with an inscription raised opposite to the spot.
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