"When the mad fit comes on, I seize the pen, Rough as they run, the rapid thoughts set down; Rough as they run, discharge them on the town. Hence rude, unfinished brats, before their time, Are born into this idle world of rhyme; And the poor slattern muse is brought to bed, With all her imperfections on her head." We subjoin a very good specimen of Hudson's songs, from his once very popular "Coronation of William and Adelaide" (1830), which, we think, will be allowed to fully justify our praise of the author:-- "And when we got to town, quite tired, The bells all rung, the guns they fired, The people looking all bemired, In one conglomeration. Soldiers red, policemen blue, Horse-guards, foot-guards, and blackguards too, Beef-eaters, dukes, and Lord knows who, To see the coronation. While Dolly bridled up, so proud, At us the people laughed aloud; Dobbin stood in thickest crowd, Wi' quiet resignation. To move again he warn't inclined; 'Here's a chap!' says one behind, 'He's brought an old horse, lame and blind, To see the coronation.' Dolly cried, 'Oh! dear, oh! dear, I wish I never had come here, To suffer every jibe and jeer, In such a situation.' While so busy, she and I To get a little ease did try, By goles! the king and queen went by, And all the coronation. I struggled hard, and Dolly cried; And tho' to help myself I tried, We both were carried with the tide, Against our inclination. 'The reign's begun!' folks cried; ''tis true;' 'Sure,' said Dolly, 'I think so too; The rain's begun, for I'm wet thro', All through the coronation.' We bade good-bye to Lunnun town; The king and queen they gain'd a crown; Dolly spoilt her bran-new gown, To her mortification. I'll drink our king and queen wi' glee, In home-brewed ale, and so will she; But Doll and I ne'er want to see Another coronation."