LETTER I. AN EPISTLE FROM DUBLIN JERRY TO LONDON DICK, Describing the Preparations made for receiving the K- I WRITE to you DICK, in a frolicsome style, Just to mention the news which has made us all smile; Which states, (and I hope not by way of a hoax, Since the Irish are not at all fond of such jokes,) That your Khas determin'd our land to survey, Thro' the special advice of his friend C-H; Who gave up to England our Parliament dear, And, by way of return, brings his M- Y here! God help us! 'tis long since a M—x we saw, By his power and presence to keep us in awe. King WILL was the last that ennobled our Land, But he came with the sword and the pistol in hand; Cutting up the Romans as butchers do mut ton, And a Protestant crown had his foreign head put on ; The soldiers he licens'd to plunder and kill, Yet his glorious memory Paddy drinks still. But the times are all chang'd and the Kthat is coming If the press is not Paddy most cursedly humming) Has no spirit for war, but the war of Dame Venus, And in that he'll have trouble, I doubt not between us.— From the Boyne to the Liffey, the Shannon and Ban, Maids, widows, and wives, long to see the great man. Lady D. whose meridian is gone to the dogs, Whose weight would out-balance a couple of hogs, Has commenc'd on her visage a youthful re form, Quite determin'd to carry her ******* by storm, Lady C. once a toast, ('twas in Rutland's wild day, When impudence bore all love's blisses away,) No longer appears like a time-batter'd hag, But has purchas'd new teeth and a frizzledup scrag; Quite determin'd once more with love's powers to sport, And to go, if her legs will allow her, to court. Mrs. S. had her daughters, both lovely and fair, Pack'd off to Killbarney to breathe country air; And appears a gay widow at sweet fifty-five, Declaring, at last, she's no children alive. The nurs'ry young Misses are all pouring out, The boarding-school girls all beginning to pout; And the chit of nine years says she's`out of her teens, Quite fit to appear in the forth-coming scenes; In short, such expectancies never were known Since ERIN has reckon'd the Shamrock her own; |