ELEGIES ON A DECEASED STATESMAN.

"Smut lacrymm return, et mentem wort/Ilia tangent."

Prince TA Nn dead !—Yes, pray for truth receive it : He does not say it, so you may believe it. It.

The bones Of TA LTEv RAND lucre claim a sigh, The wadding of a great exploded lie. au.

Old TALLIT RA NIL his lifelong atage-trick past, Lied all his (lays, and now lies here at last. iv.

Here lies Ta MTN Never more to ; Once tile Devil's ally, Now become his valet.

V.

If through Pall Mall in search of hint you go, You shall not look for TA LLEVItA tilt in vain, For he'll persuade the King who rules below, To send hint up as envoy here again.

And if the Sovereign who commands the Sh:ides

Sought an ambassador of rarest skill, Not one adept of all the infernal trades,

Could better represent his master's will. A stone face the Bishop•Prioce put on, To hide a heart of yet more lifeless stone.

That mask-like face could neither thrill nor glow,

Like a sham window only meanitli.

for show. % Minerva chose a dark nocturnal fowl, Su Once Da STALL made TA 'ALARA:CD her owl.

No doubt, Death bowed and offered snuff befitre He whispered TA LLEYRAND his life was o'er. x.

Old TALLETRA NO, the Lord of Repartee, Has met at last one wit as sharp as he.

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How like old Time he was ! the scythe his cunning,

The wit the glittering sand for ever running.