. Gallery of comicalities : . Course four-in-hand?The splendid trappings—bang-up team—Have all departed hke a dream,And Britzska, Landau, One-horse Shay,Are now the order of the the Eilwagen skims along,The wonder of a gazing throng,Who hail the Royal importation,A luxury to a lazy nation !—Here on a sofa you may shareSweet converse with a favourite snugly when it suits the whim,Sloth may stretch out the lazy limb—The curtains of the carriage close,And sink delighted to repose—For such enjoyment thanks are due,O, Princely Cumberland ! to may you rest your noble headOn
. Gallery of comicalities : . Course four-in-hand?The splendid trappings—bang-up team—Have all departed hke a dream,And Britzska, Landau, One-horse Shay,Are now the order of the the Eilwagen skims along,The wonder of a gazing throng,Who hail the Royal importation,A luxury to a lazy nation !—Here on a sofa you may shareSweet converse with a favourite snugly when it suits the whim,Sloth may stretch out the lazy limb—The curtains of the carriage close,And sink delighted to repose—For such enjoyment thanks are due,O, Princely Cumberland ! to may you rest your noble headOn this transcendent Carriage-bed !But to our Hero —Pug, tlie Swell,Has done the flats at Epsom well;And as you see, in tii)-toe twig,Now sports his lady and his gig ;No guardian Mentor now is nearTo breathe sage counsel in his ear ;For when a Ladys in the caseEach Mentors presence must give truth he needs no aid of friendTo prompt him now his gains to GALLERY OF CXLL MONKEY AN THE PROGRESS.—STKP THE SEVENTH. Ah Pug ! tho fortune now has smild, And markd you for a favourite child, Too many, by those smiles betrayd ; Have provd her but a fickle jade ; And like the meteor of the night. Misleading with a treacherous light. Irksome the task to trace in verse lhe Gamesters course from had to worse : That course of vice may long endure. But still the terminations sure. What is the upshot of the game ? Ruin—remorse—disgrace—and shame. Behold our Hero—mark him well, The inmate of a modern Hell; Where Croupier every snare hath set, To catch all fish that come to net; Tho of the tribes that sink or swim, The Gold and Silver Fish for him. Now Pug, call Fortune to your aid, The colours black—the Game is made ; Irente un—Red wins—a hardish smack ! You laid that hundred. Pug, on black ; Dont let that trifle give you trouble. Try Black once more, and put down double. Red wins again—Ah sound of dread ! Well now youll
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