The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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EXTRACTS FROM THE DIARY OF A POLITICIAN.
Wednesday.
Through M*nch*st*r Square took a canter just now—
Met the old yellow chariot , and made a low bow.
This I did, of course, thinking 'twas loyal and civil,
But got such a look—oh 'twas black as the devil!
How unlucky!—incog. he was trav'lling about,
And I like a noodle, must go find him out.
—when next by the old yellow chariot I ride,
To remember there is nothing princely inside.
Thursday.
At Levee to day made another sad blunder—
What can be come over me lately, I wonder?
The Pr---ce was as cheerful, as if, all his life,
He had never been troubled with Friends or a Wife—
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Answered, “Yes, Sir, but changeable rather, of late.”
He took it, I fear, for he look'd somewhat gruff,
And handled his new pair of whiskers so rough,
That before all the courtiers I fear'd they'd come off,
And then, Lord, how Geramb would triumphantly scoff!
—to buy for son Dicky some unguent or lotion
To nourish his whiskers—sure road to promotion!
Saturday.
Last night a Concert—vastly gay—
Given by Lady C*stl*r---gh.
My Lord loves music, and, we know,
Has “two strings always to his bow.”
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“Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd.”
While gentle H*rtf---d begg'd and pray'd
For “Young I am, and sore afraid.”
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