"Oh, no! we never mention HER, HER name is never heard;" And how the deuce to find it out, I knew not, on my word. But tho' I could not tell HER name, HER face I'd often seen, "She stood among the glitt'ring 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 Gipsey 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 a crowd,"—her voice was loud: I mustn't 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! THE FIVE BELLES. "My own blue belle, my pretty blue belle," How deeply in love with thee I fell! And graciously you receiv'd my suit, While digging away at a Hebrew root: But ah! you us'd me wondrous shabby, To turn me off for a Jewish Rabbi. My next fair belle was a lively dame; But I found if I dar'd to advance my claim, And ventur'd to marry the lovely _Bel_, I should take to my arms the _Dragon_ as well. For such an event I was too old a stager, So I yielded her up to a triple Bob Major. Now belle the third was a charming belle, Who many a tale of love could tell; But just as I thought that "constancy Was only another name for she," Away she ran with an Irish fellow, And basely proved a _horrida Bella_. The belle my fancy next did choose Stood six feet high in her low-heel'd shoes; But when I took courage my tale to tell, My _Belle Sauvage_ prov'd a _savage belle_. I didn't much mind her being a strapper, But I couldn't endure her terrible clapper. But belle the fifth was the belle for me; I was charm'd by her sweet taciturnity. To ring this belle I a wish possess'd, But _dumb bells_ always open the _chest_, Which made me fear she'd get to the _till_, And so, alas! I'm a bachelor still. Advertisements Extraordinary.