13 A quaint cognomen given to the city banker by the west- end beaux;--he is a very amiable man. ~170~~ Who never plays for heavy stakes, But looks to the main chance. There's Georgy W-b-ll, all the go,{14} The mould of fashion,--the court beau, Since Brummell fled to France: His bright brass harness, and the gray, The well known black cabriolet, Is always latest there; The reason,--George, with Captain P------ The lady-killing coterie, Come late--to catch the fair. See W-s-r, who with pious love,{15} For her, who's sainted now above, A sister kindly takes; So, as the ancient proverb tells, "The best of husbands, modern belles, Are your reformed rakes." In splendid mis'ry down the ride Alone,--see ****** lady glide,{16} Neglected for a--------. What's fame, or titles, wealth's increase, Compared unto the bosom's peace? They're bubbles,--nothing more. 14 George, although a _roue_ of the most superlative order, is not deficient in good sense and agreeable qualifications. Since poor Beau Brummell's removal from the hemisphere of fashion, George has certainly shone a planet of the first magnitude: among the fair he is also considered like his friend, Captain P-r-y, a perfect lady-killer:--many a little milliner's girl has had cause to regret the seductive notes of A.Z.B. Limmer's Hotel. 15 The Marquis of W-c-t-r has, since his first wife's death, married her sister.--Reformation, we are happy to perceive, is the order of the day. The failure of Howard and Gibbs involved more than one noble family in embarrassments. 16 The amours of this child of fortune are notorious both on the continent and in this country. It is very often the misfortune of great men to be degraded by great profligacy of conduct: the poor lady is a suffering angel. ~171~~ Observe yon graceful modest group{17} Who look like chaste Diana's troop, The Ladies Molineaux; With Sefton, the Nimrod of peers, As old in honesty,--as years, A stanch true buff' and blue. "What portly looking man is that In plain blue coat,--to whom each hat Is moved in ride and walk!" That pleasant fellow, be it known, Is heir presumptive to the throne, 'Tis Frederick of York.{18} A better, kinder hearted soul You will not And, upon the whole, Within the British isle. But see where P-t's wife appears,{19} Who changed, though rather late in years, For honest George Ar-le. Now by my faith it gives me pain