MISCELLANEOUS VERSES. XV 



" There's Stanley with the piercing eyes, 



The great Protection Don ; 

 And Peel, who gave the chesnut's dam 



To Mr. Tomlinson. 



tc Cute as he is, he little dreamt, 



As he yearned for Miss Twickenham's room, 

 Instead of her company, what a colt 



Was nestling in her womb. 



" Colonel Anson slily twits him, 



While Lord Chesterfield chimes in ; 

 And near Enfield and Eglinton 



Sit Clifden and Crommelin. 



" The Belvoir Father of the Turf, 



Sir Joseph, sits hard by ; 

 John Stanley takes the bottom, 



With his quizzing-glass in his eye. 



" Greville and Payne mysteriously 



Discourse of some boiling pot ; 

 Strathmore hobnobs with Wilton, 



The best Nimrod of the lot. 







But of top dishes the chief > 



Is what gods and men would swear to be 

 A baronial mass of beef. 



Scarce would they believe Sir Joseph, Sir Joseph putteth 

 L i i. ru AT, them in the secret, and 



When at last thus the truth he told : detaileth the news of 

 c Gentlemen, the meat which I've seen you eat, Teddington's death. 



Was once worth its weight in gold. 



" { It came not, as you supposed, 



Off the corpse of a Hereford ox ; 

 But Fyfield House is in mourning, 



For vacant is Teddington's box. 

 " e I laughed at A. Taylor's entreaties, Also the sorrows of 



Job's sorrows did naught avail; his tramer and jockey. 



80 his hoofs, as a small memento, 



One claimed, and the other his tail. 



"' He was shot with a duck-gun ly HawTcer, The manner of his 



He was given to Soyer to cook, 

 And a piece of his chine is still 

 Hanging high on my larder hook ! 



tc c There were pieces of him in the curry, Awl his cooking. 



His Jcidneys composed the pie, 

 And scollops made from his shoulder blade 



Were dished ivp within the fry. 



