1830.] Farewell to the Year 1829. : '5 



All gone, by order, to the Ark 



That glory of the Regent's Park ; 



(Where the young heroines of the City, 



Afraid no longer of Banditti, 



Trill their soft souls to Erard's harps 



Tremendous work for flats and sharps ! 



Or learn, from Colburn's last romance, 



How Hebes of the haut ton prance ; 



The price of Lady Jersey's horses ; 



The new machinery for divorces, 



That, like the locomotive carriage, 



Makes one scarce feel the shocks of marriage). 



The brutes are gone hyaenas, tigers 



To meet their Noah, Mister Vigors ; 



Prepared, as soon as summer's sky 



Shall leave their miry valleys dry, 



Boldly to scorn the narrow den, 



And fatten on the aldermen. 



Delicious morsel, in the shade 



To lunch upon a nursery-maid j 



Or catch a pair of human plovers, 



And sup on both the moonlight-lovers ! 



Roar all your roars, ye Essex beeves ! 

 Sigh all your sighs, ye London thieves ! 

 Fleet Market, honour of the land, 

 Has shared the fortunes of the Strand. 

 The stranger pocket-picked, no more, 

 By my Lord Waithman's shawl-hung door, 

 Shall see the master of his fob 

 Defy him from his kindred mob ; 

 No more, enveloped in a tide 

 Of Lincoln bullocks, take his ride ; 

 Or, tossed up fifty feet in air, 

 Smile down upon the Fleet- street fair. 

 Fleet Market, weep ! thy fame is gone, 

 Lost in new-fangled Farringdon ! 



But, gentle Muse, increase thy speed, 

 And run, that ?f he who runs may read ;" 

 Tag as thou wilt thy rambling rhyme, 

 Let boobies wait for tide and time. 

 The march of geese once saved a state ; 

 But Goderich shews them out of date. 



The Year commenced with wind and rain ; 

 A royal love-letter from Spain, 

 (Which made the monarch's wife his niece) ; 

 Another batch of " truths" from Greece, 

 (That land of heroes and of honey, 

 Which perishes without our money- 

 But " one loan more" they'll ever pray 

 In short, do all but fight, or pay) ; , 



