1830.] The Club Roam. 437 



FIRST IMP. 



Spy that shivering in the Square, 

 Watch the rout's slow emptying stair, 

 From the footmen catching names 

 Of its mob of naked dames 

 While policemen, in a passion, 

 Curse the sleepless hours of fashion 

 Bring the plunder thou hast gathered, 

 From those pigeons all unfeathered ; 

 Picture to the nation's eyes 

 Bedford's more than prize-ox size ; 

 Cowper's opera petticoat ; 

 Bayley's open heaven of throat ; 

 All the legs of all the Seftoris; 

 All the married all the left ones. 



Chorus. 



Double, double ! life's a bubble ! 

 Flirting is no sort of trouble ! 



FIRST IMP. 



Imp that, privileged to puff, 

 Deal'st in panegyric stuff; 

 Giving Majesty a hint 

 Plain, or else the devil's in't ! 

 How would fit a bishop's wig 

 Philpotts, of all prigs the prig : 

 From the stable and the bar, 

 On the bench a shining star ; 

 How Sir Thomas's turned coat 

 Still is worth a five-pound note ; 

 How the " last delightful novel" 

 (By some scribbler in some hovel) 

 Owns its author in a lord 

 (Rascal, worthy of a cord !) 

 Nay, the world are whispering 

 That its writer is a king ; 

 , Brodum's balsam, Canning's speeches; 

 Stultz's patent dancing breeches ; 

 Scudamore on love and gout ; 

 Lessons to teach fools to spout ; 

 Classic Hamiltonian Greek, 

 Taught to infants in a week ; 

 Patent medicines half a dose 

 Paints a death's-head like a rose. 



Chorus. 



Double, double ! man's a bubble ! 

 Humbug is no sort of trouble ! 



FIRST IMP. 



Imp, in charge of human tricks, 

 Tell us how go politics ? 



IMP chaunts. 

 Bonaparte lies alone 

 On his St. Helena throne ; 

 You may nose him in the wind, 

 But his worse is left behind. 

 Cromwell slumbers many a day 

 In his house of wood and clay 

 Bloody, bold, and hollow-hearted ! 

 But his model's not departed. 



