This gineral great then tuck his sate, With all the other ginerals (Bedad his troat, his belt, his coat, All bleezed with precious minerals); And as he there, with princely air, Recloinin’ on his cushion was, All round about his royal chair The squeezin’ and the pushin’ was.
O Pat, such girls, such jukes, and earls, Such fashion and nobilitee! Just think of Tim, and fancy him Amidst the hoigh gentilitee!
There was Lord de L’Huys, and the Portygeese Ministher and his lady there, And I reckonized, with much surprise, Our messmate, Bob O’Grady, there.
There was Baroness Brunow, that looked like Juno, And Baroness Rehausen there, And Countess Roullier, that looked peculiar Well, in her robes of gauze in there. There was Lord Crowhurst (I knew him first, When only Misther Pips he was), And Mick O’Toole, the great big fool, That after supper tipsy was.
There was Lord Fingall, and his ladies all, And Lords Killeen and Dufferin, And Paddy Fife, with his fat wife: I wondher how he could stuff her in. There was Lord Belfast, that by me passed, And seemed to ask how should _I_ go there? And the Widow Macrae, and Lord A. Hay, And the Marchioness of Sligo there.
Yes, jukes, and earls, and diamonds, and pearls, And pretty girls, was sporting there; And some beside (the rogues!) I spied, Behind the windies, coorting there. Oh, there’s one I know, bedad would show As beautiful as any there, And I’d like to hear the pipers blow, And shake a fut with Fanny there! _William Makepeace Thackeray._
SPECIAL jurymen of England, who admire your country’s laws, And proclaim a British jury worthy of the realm’s applause, Gayly compliment each other at the issue of a cause Which was tried at Guildford ’Sizes, this day week, as ever was.
Unto that august tribunal comes a gentleman in grief (Special was the British jury, and the judge, the Baron Chief)-- Comes a British man and husband, asking of the law relief, For his wife was stolen from him; he’d have vengeance on the thief.
Yes, his wife, the blessed treasure with the which his life was crowned, Wickedly was ravished from him by a hypocrite profound; And he comes before twelve Britons, men for sense and truth renowned, To award him for his damage twenty hundred sterling pound.