The petition the Queen and Archbishop preferr'd,-- Or whether his head, from his not being used To an _Auto-da-fé_, was a little confused,-- Or whether the King, in the smoke and the smother, Got bother'd, and so made some blunder or other, I am sure I can't say; All I know is, that day There must have been _some_ mistake!--that, I'm afraid, is Only too clear, Inasmuch as the dear Royal Twins--though fine babies,--proved both little LADIES!! MORAL. Reader!--Not knowing what your "persuasion" may be, Mahometan, Jewish, or even Parsee, Take a little advice which may serve for all three! First--"When you're at _Rome_, do as Rome does!" and note all her Ways--drink what She drinks! and don't turn Tea-totaler! In Spain, _raison de plus_, You must do as they do, Inasmuch as they're all there "at sixes and sevens," Just, as you know, They were, some years ago, In the days of Don Carlos and Brigadier Evans; Don't be nice, then--but take what they've got in their shops, Whether griskins, or sausages, ham, or pork-chops! Next--Avoid Fancy-trousers!--their colours and shapes Sometimes, as you see, may lead folks into scrapes! For myself, I confess I've but small taste in dress, My opinion is, therefore, worth nothing--or less-- But some friends I've consulted,--much given to watch one's Apparel--do say It's by far the best way, And the safest, to do as Lord Brougham does--buy Scotch ones! I might now volunteer some advice to a King,-- Let Whigs say what they will, I shall do no such thing, But copy my betters, and never begin Until, like Sir Robert, "I'm duly CALLED IN!" * * * * *