This clue, however, to their flight,

After some miles was seen no more;

And, from inquiries made last night,

We find they've reach'd the Irish shore."

Every word of it true, Dick,—th' escape from Aunt's thrall,

Western road,-lyric fragments,-curl-papers and all. My sole stipulation, ere link'd at the shrine,

(As some balance between Fanny's numbers and mine,) Was that, when we were one, she must give up the Nine;

Nay, devote to the Gods her whole stock of MS.
With a vow never more against prose to transgress.
This she did, like a heroine;-smack went to bits
The whole produce sublime of her dear little wits,-
Sonnets, elegies, epigrams, odes, canzonets,—
Some twisted up neatly, to form allumettes,
Some turn'd into papillotes, worthy to rise

And enwreathe Berenice's bright locks in the skies!

While the rest, honest Larry (who's now in my pay,) Begg'd, as "lover of po'thry," to read on the way.

Having thus of life's poetry dared to dispose,
How we now, Dick, shall manage to get through its

prose,

With such slender materials for style, Heaven knows! But I'm call'd off abruptly-another Express!

What the deuce can it mean?-I'm alarm'd, I confess.

P.S.

Hurra, Dick, hurra, Dick, ten thousand hurras !

I'm a happy, rich dog to the end of my days.

There, read the good news,-and while glad, for my

sake,

That Wealth should thus follow in Love's shining

wake,

Admire also the moral,-that he, the sly elf,

Who has fudg'd all the world, should be now fudg'd

himself!

EXTRACT FROM LETTER INCLOSED.

"With pain the mournful news I write,
Miss Fudge's uncle died last night;
And much to mine and friends' surprise,
By will doth all his wealth devise,—
Lands, dwellings,-rectories likewise,-
To his "belov'd grand-niece," Miss Fanny,
Leaving Miss Fudge herself, who many
Long years hath waited,-not a penny!
Have notified the same to latter,

And wait instructions in the matter.

For self and partners, &c. &c."

TRIFLES, REPRINTED.

[The Author avails himself of the opportunity which this publication affords, to form a collection of all such trifles as he has, from time to time, published, since the appearance of his last miscellaneous volume,-entitled, "Odes upon Cash, Corn, Catholics, &c." In that volume, and in the following pages, are to be found, with but very few exceptions, all the delinquencies, in this way, for which his pen is answerable].