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sent and printers' ink — a painless, impli3'^sical sort of 

 death, to which one becomes accustomed in time. 

 Now, whether these manufacturers of events were 

 either tired of the ill-success of their former ink- 

 slinging, or whether they had as much nauseated 

 their public as they had given pleasure to his 'do' 

 and 'go-as-you-please' grace, I will not stop to 

 decide : evidently, they felt that they had worn their 

 subject bare for copy, and they now thought he 

 might be worth more to them dead than alive. 



Therefore, one of the ' fourth estate ' wrote a monody 

 on the Duke's death. This, it is affirmed, was recited 

 at the Jockey Club, though a saving clause is inserted 

 by my authority — On the Supposed Death of Old Q. 

 Many of these rhymes and jests exist. I shall insert 

 two or three of the best in due course; but the 

 following is a somewhat scarcer, if not choicer, pro- 

 duction than many : 



*Non mortes, sed mores, facient martyres.'—^r. Austin. 



* Snug, but done up, a shepherd grey 



Must rot beneath the sod ; 

 Cherubs in cotton wrap his heart, 

 And bear it to his God. 



* The " gem " of Piccadilly 's lost, 



The first, or last, of men. 

 " Take him, bright Heaven," Newmarket roared, 

 And Epsom groaned, "Amen !" 



