They tell me Lyndhurst’s happy now, The gayest of the gay, They hint that he forgets, but pshaw! I heed not what they say. Perhaps th’ Exchequer brings him in A pretty penny yet, But if he grasp’d as I have grasp’d, He never can forget. _Figaro in London._ April 6, 1833. ―――― THE NOTORIOUS UNKNOWN. “Oh! no! we never mention HER, HER name is never heard! And now the deuce to find it out, I know not, on my word. But tho’ I could not tell HER name, HER face I’d often seen, “She stood among the glittering throng,” with Jacky in the green. A ladle in one hand she bore, a salt box in the other; And of the Sooty Cupids near, she seemed the teeming mother. “I met HER at the Fancy fair,” with fancy lads around her, And with a blow she laid one low, as flat as any flounder. “I saw HER at the Beulah Spa,” along with Gipsy Joe, A-riding on a donkey rough, vitch, somehow vouldn’t go. I saw HER ply her sybil art, and pick up cash like fun, For heads and tails she gave them hearts, and pleasur’d every one. “I saw HER at the Masquerade,” along with Nimming Ned, Achieve those feats, where fingers light work nimbler than the head. I saw HER too at All-Max once (not Almack’s in the west,) “’Twas in the crowd,”――her voice was loud: I must’nt tell the rest. I saw HER at the “Central Court,” (it gave me quite a shock), Surrounded by her body guard, she stood within the dock. And then I heard a little man, with solemn voice proclaim, (’Twas rue to me, and wormwood too), that ALIAS was her name. From George Cruikshank’s _Comic Almanack_, 1836. ―――― LORD NON-CONTENT. _Lord Lyndhurst_ (_Lord Chancellor_): Content or Non-content? _Lord Brougham_ (_Ex_-_Lord Chancellor_): Oh! Non-content, of course. Oh! no I say; don’t mention it, ’Tis really too absurd; I don’t admit a single thing: I won’t believe a word. From all that Noble Lords have said, _In toto_ I dissent; Why, doesn’t everybody know I’m always “Non-Content?” They tell me I’m an obstinate, Impracticable man; I’m open to conviction――but Convince me if you can. I blame your views, deny your facts, Dispute your argument; Then why the question put to me? Of course I’m “Non-Content.” Content indeed! I never was, From childhood’s dawn till now; And I should greatly like to see The statement I’d allow. To differ only I’ll agree; On that I’m firmly bent, I am, I will, I must, I shall, Be always “Non-Content.” _Punch._ 1844. ―――― OH! NO, I NEVER NAME MY WIFE.