None at all were the prayers we read; And we felt more of rage than sorrow, As we thought on the brutes who insult us when dead, And don't pay us alive what they borrow We thought as we hollowed his shelly bed, And smoothed down his pebbly pillow, That the crabs and the lobsters would creep o'er his head, And we with our fleets on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of our spirit as gone! Our guns might to atoms have brayed them, Yet we've let the rascals in this way go on, Treating those very Britons who made them. But half of our shameful job was done, When the waves roared the hour of retiring, And we knew we the distance should have to run, To divert a rabble admiring. Sharply and quickly we laid him down, 'Mid the jeers of the monks, young and hoary, And we said, unless Spain is compelled to atone, All a humbug is Old England's glory! * * * * * THE LAWYERS ABROAD. Our latest advices inform of us of an extensive inundation of the Rhine. It is impossible to get into a steamer without having "with you MR. SERGEANT SOMEBODY," or finding a Judge "sitting in error" by taking possession of the camp-stool we have for an instant quitted. Every town in Switzerland has its proportion of British Lawyers. Peru the other day could boast of two justices besides its own; and many a legal luminary has been exploring the summits of the Jura, as an agreeable change from his habitual contemplation of the _summun jus_. Equity draftsmen instead of drawing conveyances have been glad to get conveyances to draw them; and the common lawyer has forgotten every other motion but locomotion, which, at this season of the year, is almost a motion of course. The diligences nearly all over the Continent are so unusually loaded, that there is scarcely a vacant corner to be found in any one of them, but we cannot be surprised that when so many lawyers are travelling by them they should be rather heavily charged. * * * * * THE CLOTH AND THE PLUSH. In SWIFT'S time a Chaplain was a mere clerical domestic; and some Curates appear to be little better now. Did ever any one hear of an ordained valet?--somebody wants to hear of such a servant, however, to judge herefrom:-- Curacy, with Title for Holy Orders, in the Diocese of Canterbury. Remuneration--board and lodging, and £20 per annum. For further particulars apply to MR. CLERC SMITH, Secretary to the Church of England Club, 36, Southampton Street, Strand.