ANECDOTE--FROM THE "COURT JOURNAL."
T' other night, at the Countess of ***'s rout,
An amusing event was much whispered about.
It was said that Lord ---, at the Council, that day,
Had, move than once, jumpt from his seat, like a rocket,
And flown to a corner, where--heedless, they say,
How the country's resources were squandered away--
He kept reading some papers he'd brought in his pocket.
Some thought them despatches from Spain or the Turk,
Others swore they brought word we had lost the Mauritius;
But it turned out 'twas only Miss Fudge's new work,
Which his Lordship devoured with such zeal expeditious--
Messrs. Simpkins and Co., to avoid all delay,
Having sent it in sheets, that his Lordship might say,
He had distanced the whole reading world by a day!
[1] A day-coach of that name.
LETTER VIII.
FROM BOB FUDGE, ESQ., TO THE REV. MORTIMER O'MULLIGAN.
_Tuesday evening_,
I much regret, dear Reverend Sir,
I could not come to * * * to meet you;
But this curst gout won't let me stir--
Even now I but by proxy greet you;
As this vile scrawl, whate'er its sense is,
Owes all to an amanuensis.
Most other scourges of disease
Reduce men to _extremities_--
But gout won't leave one even _these_.
From all my sister writes, I see
That you and I will quite agree.
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