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They took my " Home" and Home Tooke" too ; 



And thus my treasures flit. 

 I feel, when 1 would " Hazlitt" view, 



The flames that it has lit. 



My word's worth little, " Wordsworth" gone, 



If I survive its doom ; 

 Haw many a bard I doated on 



Was swept off with my <l Broome !** 



My classics would not quiet lie, 



A thing so fondly hoped : 

 Like Doctor Primrose, I may cry, 



" My f Livy' has eloped !' 



My life is wasting fast away 



I suffer from these shocks ; 

 And though I've fixed a lock on " Gray," 



There's grey upon my locks. 



I'm far from " Young" am growing pale 



I see my (e Butler" fly ; 

 And when they ask about my ail, 



" 'Tis < Burton' !" I reply. 



They still have made me slight returns, 



And thus my griefs divide ; 

 For, oh ! they've cured me of my " Burns," 



And eased my " Akenside." 



But all I think I shall not say, 



Nor let my anger burn; 

 For as they never found me " Gay," 



They have not left me " Sterne"." 



B. 



EUROPE, AND THE HORSE-GUARDS' CABINET. 



WE are anything but croakers Not the veriest worshipper of ministers 

 ever confided more in the strength of England ; not the most indefatigable 

 hunter of the Field-Marshal's place-giving, power-giving, and all but 

 divine presence, ever more eagerly believed that England, left to herself, 

 was worth the world beside ; and yet for the soul of us we cannot smile. 

 There are the same number of cards dropped daily at Mr. Goulburn's 

 hall-door : the patronage of ministry, down even to such splendid up* 

 holders of the national councils as Mr Backhouse in his den, and Mr. 

 Dawson everywhere, is undishonoured by the secession of a single appli- 

 cant: Billy Holmes courses the clubs, coffee-rooms, and whatever 

 other rooms, by whatever more delicate name they may be called, whip 

 in hand, with the same ardour, activity, and success, as at any time since 

 Sir Robert Peel's last pledge : in short, every thing goes on in the most 

 brilliant, breast-high, and prosperous way, according to the Downing- 

 street vocabulary, and yet, for the soul of us, we cannot smile. 



'Tis true that we have the greatest ministry that ever took pen in hand, 

 M M. New Se.'ies.VoL. X. No. 55. C 



