Among such SWELLS, And REAL NOBS! Behold! ten live LORDS! and lo *! no end Of Ex-Cabinet Ministers! Oh! happy, happy, happy, Oh, happy SAM! Say, isn't this worth, at the least "TEN THOUSAND A YEAR!" * * * * * And these are all, to day at least--- Thy fellows! Going to be made LL.D.s, even as thyself-- And thou shalt walk in silk attire. And hob and nob with all the mighty of the earth, And lunch in Hall-- In Hall! Where lunched before thee, But on inferior grub, That first great SAM-- SAM JOHNSON! And LAUD, and ROGER BACON, And CRANMER, LATIMER, And RIDLEY, And CYRIL JACKSON--and a host besides, Whom at my leisure I will look up In WOOD'S "ATHENAE OXONIENSES" Only to think! How BLACKWOOD Is honored! ALISON! AYTOUN! BULWER!!! And last, not least The great SAM GANDERAM!!!! Oh EBONY! Oh MAGA! And oh Our noble selves! "A BOOK IN A BUSTLE." A TRUE TALE OF THE WARWICK ASSIZES. BY THE GHOST OF CRABBE. PUNCH. The partial power that to the female race Is charged to apportion gifts of form and grace, With liberal hand molds beauty's curves in one, And to another gives as good as none: But woman still for nature proves a match, And grace by her denied, from art will snatch. Hence, great ELIZA, grew thy farthingales; Hence, later ANNA, swelled thy hoops' wide pales; To this we must refer the use of stays; Nor less the bustle of more modern days. Artful device! whose imitative pad Into good figures roundeth off the bad-- Whether of simple sawdust thou art seen, Or tak'st the guise of costlier crinoline-- How oft to thee the female form doth owe A grace rotund, a line of ampler flow, Than flesh and blood thought fit to clothe it with below! There dwelt in Liverpool a worthy dame, Who had a friend--JAMES TAYLOR was his name. He dealt in glass, and drove a thriving trade And still saved up the profits that he made, Till when a daughter blessed his marriage bed, The father in the savings-bank was led In his child's name a small sum to invest, From which he drew the legal interest. Years went and came; JAMES TAYLOR came and went, Paid in, and drew, his modest three per cent, Till, by the time his child reach'd girlhood's bounds, The sum had ris'n to two-and-twenty pounds. Our cautious legislature--well 'tis known-- Round savings-banks a guardian fence has thrown: 'Tis easy to pay into them, no doubt, Though any thing but easy to draw out. And so JAMES TAYLOR found; for on a day He wanted twenty pounds a bill to pay, And, short of cash, unto the bank applied; Failing some form of law, he was denied!