rise to some jeur d'esprit among the wags of the university, which induced him to alter it into a plot of gravel. This being shown to Porson, he burst forth with the following

EXTEMPORANEOUS LINES.

A little garden little Jowett made,
And fenced it with a little pallisade;
Because this garden made a little talk,

He changed it to a little gravel walk;
And now, if more you'd know of little Jowett,
A little time, it will a little show it.

PARODY ON GRAY'S BARD.

BY THE LATE MARMADUKE LAWSON, ESQ. M. P. Occasioned by the Suppression of the Society, in Cambridge, by the Vice-Chancellor, A. D 1817, called

THE UNION.

I. 1.

"Ruin seize thee, senseless prig!

Confusion on thy optics' wait;

Though praised by many a Johnian pig,
They crowd the shop in fruitless state.

"Hood nor doctor's scarlet gown,

Nor N-th nor P-th, shall win renown;
Nor save thy secret soul from nightly fears,
The UNION's curse, the UNION's tears."

Such were the sounds that o'er the pedant pride

Of W-d, the Johnian, scattered wild dismay,

As down the flags of Petty-Cury's* side

He would with toilsome march his long array; Stout T-th-m stood aghast with puffy face

"To arms," cried Beverly,† and shook his quiv'ring

mace.

I. 2.

At a window, which on high

Frowns o'er the market-place below,
With trousers on, and haggard eye,

A member stood immersed in woe.
His tattered gown and greasy hair
Streamed like a dishclout to the onion'd air,
And, with a voice that well might beat the crier,
Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.—

Hark! how each butcher's stall, and mightier shop,
Sighs to the market's clattering row beneath;

The name of the street in which the UNION was held. + One of the Esquire Bedells, who bear the mace before the Vice-chancellor.

The savage despair of the member is finely portrayed by the trousers, as a total indifference to moral guilt or personal danger is argued by his thus appearing before the Vice-chancellor; that gentleman justly regards the wearing of them as the most atrocious of moral offences, and having deservedly excluded a distinguished wrangler, who had been guilty of wearing them, from a fellowship of his college

"Crute tenus medio tunicas succingere debet."
Juv. Sat. 6.

For thee the women's squall, the cleaver's chop,
Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe.
Vocal no more, since Monday's fatal night,

To Thirlwall's keen remark, or Sheridan's* wild flight.

I. 3.

Mute now is Raymond's* tongue,

That hushed the club to sleep;

The patriot Whitcomb * now has ceased to rail:
Waiters, in vain ye weep.

Lawson, whose annual song

Made the RED LION† wag his raptur'd tail. Dear lost companions in the spouting art, Dear as the common smoking in the hall, Dear as the Audit Ale, that warms my heart, Ye fell amidst the dying UNION's fall.

II. 1.

Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
The winding sheet of J-mmy's race;
Give ample room and verge enough-

To mark revenge, defeat, disgrace.
Mark the month, and mark the day,
The senate echoing widely with the fray;
Commoner, sizar, pensioner, and snob,
Shouts of an undergraduate mob.

*Speakers of the Society.

A magnificent, though bold figure. The Red Lion (which is the sign of the inn at which the UNION assembled), and which is a remarkably handsome lion of the kind, is described as wagging his tail, in testimony of the pleasure he felt at the goings on within.

II. 2.

Master of a mighty college,

Without his robe behold him stand;
Whom not a Whig will now acknowledge,
Return his bow, or shake his hand.

Is the sable Jackson fied?

Thy friend is gone-he hides his powder'd head. The Bedells, too, by whom the mace is borne ? Gone to salute the rising morn.

Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows; While, gently sidling through the crowded street, In scarlet robe, Clare's* tiny master goes,

Ware + clears the road, and Gunning+ guides his feet, Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in green repose, marks J-mmy's for its prey.

Fill the Audit bowl!

II. 4.

The feast in hall prepare!

'Reft of his robes, he yet may share the feast,

Close by the master's chair.

Contempt and laughter scowl

A baneful smile upon their baffled guest.--
Heard ye the din of battle bray,

Gown to gown, and cap to cap?

Hark at the Johnian gates each thund'ring rap,

While through opposing DoNs they move their way.

Ye Johnian towers, old W-d's eternal shame,

*The Vice-chancellor elect.

Two of the Esquire Bedells.

With many a midnight imposition fed, Revere his Algebra's immortal fame,

And spare the meek mechanic's holy head. Each bristled boar will bear no more,

And, meeting in the combination-room,

They stamp their vengeance deep, and ratify his doom.

III. 1.

J-mmy, lo! to sudden fate

(Pass the wine-the liquor's good) Half of thy year we consecrate :

The web is now what was the word.
But mark the scene beneath the senate's height:
See the petition's crowded skirts unroll;
Visions of glory spark my aching sight,

Unborn commencements crowd not on my soul.
No more our Kaye,* our Thackery,* we bewail;
All hail! thou genuine prince!+ Brittania's issue, hail!

III. 2.

Heads of houses, doctors bold,

Sublime the hoods and wigs they rear ; Masters young and fellows old

In bombazeen and silk appear;

In the midst a form divine,

His eye proclaims him of the British line.
What cheers of triumph thunder through the air,
While the full tide of youthful thanks is poured!
Hear from your chambers, Price and Hibbert,‡ hear;

* Former Vice-chancellors.

†The Chancellor.

Speakers of the society.