POSTERITY will ne'er survey A nobler grave than this; Here lie the bones of Castlereagh: Stop traveller, * * _January_ 2, 1820. [First published, _Lord Byron's Works_, 1833, xvii. 246.] EPIGRAM. The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses who pull; Each tugs it a different way,-- And the greatest of all is John Bull! [First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 494.] MY BOY HOBBIE O.[113] New Song to the tune of "_Whare hae ye been a' day, My boy Tammy O.! Courting o' a young thing Just come frae her Mammie O._" 1. HOW came you in Hob's pound to cool, My boy Hobbie O? Because I bade the people pull The House into the Lobby O. 2. What did the House upon this call, My boy Hobbie O? They voted me to Newgate all, Which is an awkward Jobby O. 3. Who are now the people's men, My boy Hobbie O? There's I and Burdett--Gentlemen And blackguard Hunt and Cobby O. 4. You hate the house--_why_ canvass, then? My boy Hobbie O? Because I would reform the den As member for the Mobby O. 5. Wherefore do you hate the Whigs, My boy Hobbie O? Because they want to run their rigs, As under Walpole Bobby O. 6. But when we at Cambridge were My boy Hobbie O, If my memory don't err You founded a Whig Clubbie O. 7. When to the mob you make a speech, My boy Hobbie O, How do you keep without their reach The watch within your fobby O? 8. But never mind such petty things, My boy Hobbie O; God save the people--damn all Kings, So let us Crown the Mobby O! Yours truly, (Signed) _INFIDUS SCURRA_. _March 23d_, 1820. [First published _Murray's Magazine_, March, 1887, vol. i. pp. 292, 293.] FOOTNOTES: