'The proverb informs us, each dog has his day, So those that oppose us, this fate must obey; But time's on our side, Sir, and now on the wing, To make me a statesman, and you, Sir, the K--g. Tol de rol, etc. 3. 'In vain are harangues, I as well may be dumb, And let motions alone, till our day, Sir, is come; Then Thurlow and Pitt from their state we will fling, They may go below stairs, Sir, so we are the thing. Tol de rol, etc. 4. 'Thus seated in state, Sir, we'll fill all our soul, At the fountain of Venus, at Bacchus's bowl; In all that we please, Sir, we'll take a full swing, For who's to controul a Prime Statesman and K--g? Tol de rol, etc.' The Prince remarks: 'Fox, are you not the shuffler?' [Illustration: RETURNING FROM BROOKS'S.] 'The Prince of Wales has again taken a house at Brighton for the season,' says the _Morning Post_ of June 11, 1785, and he left London for his seaside residence on the 22nd of the same month. The same newspaper of June 28 reports that 'the visit of a certain gay, illustrious character at Brighton, has frightened away a number of old maids, who used constantly to frequent that place. The history of the gallantries of the last season, which is in constant circulation, has something in it so voluminous, and tremendous to boot, that the old tabbies shake in their shoes whenever his R----l H----ss is mentioned.' '_Lewes, July 2._--The Prince of Wales, on Monday last, at Brighthelmstone, amused himself for some time, in attempting to shoot doves with single balls, but with what success, we have not learnt; though we hear that his Royal Highness is esteemed a most excellent shot, and seldom presents his piece without doing some execution. The Prince, in the course of his diversion, either by design, or accident, lowered the tops of several of the chimnies of the Hon. Mr. Wyndham's house.'[38] A few paragraphs from the _Morning Post_ of this year will give us a good insight into the Brighton of the period. _July 6._--'The _Brighthelmstone intelligence_ has no novelty to recommend it; merely a repetition of the old story; _morning rides_, _champaigne_, _dissipation_, _noise_ and _nonsense_: jumble these phrases together, and you have a complete account of all that's passing at _Brighthelmstone_!' _July 8._--'A correspondent says, Brighthelmstone is much altered from what it was last season. Neither money, nor any speculating jewellers who give good _tick_, and discount upon a _gentle feeling_. The ---- has been tried and found wanting--all about him is not sterling--but one good _endorser_ in the whole set, and he abroad. Times are bad.