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tate 2* and how can another, whose peculiar distinc
tion is “Honourable,” be a sorry turn-coat 2 The lines are evidently no more than an ingenious
riddle, the meaning of which (if it has any) we
honestly confess we have not been able to discover.
SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS.
Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star !
Distinct, but distant; clear—but, oh how cold!
TO THE HONOURABLE
Son of the faithless melancholy rat:
Clever, but callous; shrewd—but tame and cold.
No. V. * The Leader's Lament,” which we lay before our readers, in this number, is a happy imitation of the lines, which have within this day or two appeared, entitled “Fare thee well,” and attributed to the pen of Lord By RoN ; and we think we may venture to say, that though our imitation does not crawl servilely on all fours, it possesses almost as
much tenderness and pathos as the original:*—
The LEADER's LAMENT.
* I have not thought it necessary to reprint this original, for several reasons. -E.
On those seats no longer snore ye,
While that placid sleep came o'er ye,
Would, before the Session's over, That the house could hear me through, . Then at last they might discover
'Tis not well to snouch” me so.
If ye do not choose to cheer me,
Why cry “ Question!" at the bar 2 y cry
Though I may grow rather prozy,
Why must you, the first, get dozy?
* Mr. Ponsonby on some occasion had used the word snouch, with what meaning is not clear.—E.