As for Shylock Russel, he's more than a friend,
For he's quite my 'better half,'

And hence be he nicknamed 'the Devil's rib,'
And Munchausen, my 'Brazen Calf.""
And the Devil at these eccentric thoughts
Burst out in a hearty laugh.

I wish I had thought of it yesterday, 'Tis a pity I didn't, odds dickens!

I'd have dropt a line for both to have met

Me to-day at the Hen and Chickens.'

Twas a very forgetful thing, I own,

And I really ought to have sent

Both for 'auld acquaintance' sake, and because They'd be proud of the compliment!"

Then he rang the bell, and he call'd his groom,
And he order'd his nag instanter ;

He mounted him straight, in a bit of a fume,
And set off at his favorite canter,

He rode in a flaming scarlet coat,

With breeches of brimstone drab;

And the horse he used-like the horse of DeathWas as white as a marble slab.

He carried no whip, and he wore no spur,
He thought them of little avail,

For whenever he wanted to make a stir,

The Devil he-switch'd his tail.

And away, away, over hill and plain
The Devil most gallantly rode,

And he never drew bit, till he fairly reached
The "Bell" in the Bristol Road.

He saw Jerry Cattel's "burning face,"

And he wished he had never come;

For it gave him a few unpleasant thoughts,

Of the burning lake at home.

He walked in the parlour, and drunk as a pig
Sate Jonathan Cr there;

He was fretting because he had lost his wig
Last night, and could not tell where.

Says he, "I feel in a very great funk,
Goodman Devil, pray what can I do ? "
But the Devil was shock'd to see him drunk,
And that in a morning too.

So "he answered him never a word" but turned On his heel and went his way,

For he thought such a fellow was better spurned, Who got drunk in the face of day.

He saw Joe P-rk—s, ever dull and tame,
Attempting to write a speech;

And the Devil wondered how men could aim
At things so beyond their reach.

He was told that Joe had been fighting a duel,
Who he heard was a man of peace;

And the Devil thought of the proverb which says That "wonders will never cease."

He saw Bully George at the Court of Requests,
As busy as man could be;

And the Devil confess'd, that he did his best
Until he got hold of his fee.

He saw that he kept a sharp look out

On his victims-and they were many

And the Devil thought to himself, " no doubt
He picks up an honest penny."

He saw him again, about to address
A rabble of men and boys,

And the Devil did grin when he heard him begin,
For he made such a bellowing noise.
He heard him address them as "gentlemen,"
And the Devil began to laugh,

For he saw that amongst the whole rabble set,
There was "but a shirt and a half."

He saw a beggar at Shylock's door,

Quoth Shylock, "pray what do you want ?" Says the beggar, "I see, there's nothing for me, The master's so lean and scant."

Now this hurt his pride, so he turned aside,

And mutter'd a hearty "damn;"

"And how strange "quoth he, "that a begger should

What a miserly fellow I am."

He came to Carr's Lane and the devil walked in,

The Parson he look'd distress'd,

And says he, "I think, I'll tip him the wink,

To shew that I know my guest.'

Then the Devil rose, and to him he goes,

And said in an under tone,

"You're an Angel I hear, but like me I fear, It is but a fallen one."

"

He saw daddy Sp-rr-r fume and fret

As he paid a small account;

While his prodigal son was getting in debt,

To a rather distressing amount.

He saw him again in a terrible fume,

As he counted out his money;

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While his " son and heir" in the very next room,

Was wasting "the bread and honey."

He saw James C- -w taking a ride

With Squire B-rdsw-th, a man of gentility,

And the Devil observed, that he never swerved,
From an air of mean servility.

He had heard that the size of the hosier's head
Was a wonder to all beholders,

And he thought, when he came to examine the same, What a weight it must be for his shoulders.

He saw him again, close by his own door,
Meet a girl, and rudely stop her;

Says the Devil, "I think, the fellow's in drink,
Or he'd never behave so improper."

He saw him and Sally, turn down the alley

-It was getting late at night

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And he watched them lower than the hosier's own And thinks he, "my own cause goes right."

I have heard a very great deal of talk

Of the Argus's brilliant wit,

"So suppose," quoth the Devil, "I take a walk
And see what I think of it."

He bought the book, and he read it through,
But he liked it not forsooth,

For said he "it has nothing at all to do
With me for it speaks the truth.
'Tell truth and shame the Devil,' I see
Is their motto, nor is it shamm'd,
But I only wish from my heart" quoth he,
"That the work may be speedily d-d.

But the Devil, by this, began to feel

Rather hungry, and what was worse,
He didn't know how to obtain a meal,
For he'd come without his purse;
So he canter'd back, as fast as he could,
For he did not like to borrow,

And he said to himself "If the weather is good,
I'll ride over again to-morrow."

CXLVIII. General Donican, &c.

The Fleet, July 20, 1837. MR CHAMBERS MR CHAMBERS says that JOHN SYMMONDS ESQ. lent £16,000 to the late LORD WARWICK; MR C. advised him to put an execution into his Lordship's house at Warwick, get possession, and then as a friend offer his services to assist his Lordship in any way when he was himself in a safer possition, and fight the battle with those creditors of his Lordship, who had obtained a Deed from him by which he agreed to give up habitation in the Castle till their claims were adjusted.

To-day he was visited by GENERAL DONICAN, a French General, aged 74, who was long in the Austrian service, and was one of his oldest friends. He speaks contemptuously of BUONAPARTE as a writer. He was in possession of the secret that B. meant to seize the Danish Fleet; he advised the British Government to anticipate the seizure; they did so, and gaye to him a pension of £400 a year. He wrote the account of

the expedition to DENMARK.

He was the best swimmer Mr C. ever knew, once swam from Westminster-Bridge through London-Bridge to Deptford, and offered to swim back again.

At another time he swam from Westminster-Bridge to Chiswick, and then on his return offered to jump from Blackfriars-Bridge, but Mr C. begged him not to do so.

He did once jump from WESTMINSTER-BRIDGE. Mr C. considers that a man, trying to save a drowning child, should not pull off his coat, because his shirt-sleeves, when filled with water, will impede him.

Once when he was swimming, a Newfoundland-dog, not much accustomed to aquatic performances, was thrown from a boat into the water, as GENERAL DONICAN was swimming by: