"Ah!" said the sighing peer, " true, "Nor, -, -, -'s fri "Far other scenes than this had " And realiz'd the glories whic " Purg'd by the sword, and puri "Then had we seen proud Lon "Owls should have hooted in S "And foxes stunk and litter'd THE CAMBRIDGE courTSHIP. [This jeu d'esprit was written a short time previous to the Electio High Steward of the University of Cambridge, for which Offi Noble Lord alluded to made an active Canvass.] WHEN sly Jemmy Twitcher had smugg his face, With a lick of court white-wash, and pious grim A wooing he went, where three sisters of old In harmless society guttle and scold. Lord! sister, says PHYSIC to Law, I decla Such a sheep-biting look, such a pick-pocket Not I for the Indies!-You know I'm no prud But his name is a shame, and his eyes are so le Then he shambles and straddles so oddly-I fea No-at our time of life 'twould be silly, my d ite-wash, and pious grimacu ere three sisters of old tle and scold. HYSIC to Law, I declare, k, such a pick-pocket air! You know I'm no prude, —and his eyes are so lewd! raddles so oddly—I fear'twould be silly, my dear They say he's no Christian, lov w-g, And all the town rings of his swea What a pother is here about wenc |