Oh, Fashion! it were vain, indeed, To try your wondrous flights to follow; Onward at such a pace you speed, Beating the _Belle Assemblée_ hollow.
One moment hovering on our coats, To change the cutting of the skirts; Then with rude grasp you seize our throats, Altering the collars of our shirts.
Now trimming up with ribands gay, And flowers as well, a lady's bonnet; Then with rude hand tearing away Each bit of finery upon it.
Shrouding one day the arm from sight, In sleeve so large that six might share it, And making it next month so tight 'Tis scarcely possible to bear it.
Upon a lady's dress, again, With arbitrary hand it pounces; Making it one day meanly plain, Then idly loading it with flounces.
But one of Fashion's worst attacks, By which mankind she most ill-uses, Has been in dooming us to sacks, From Taglionis down to blouses.
I'd rather wear the shaggy coat, That hangs upon the heedless heifer, Than what I've seen at door-posts float, As a "Gent's Fashionable Zephyr."
Then, fickle Fashion, fare thee well, To follow thee I'll not endeavour; The fabled frog should warn the swell, My motto is—"highlows for ever."
SUPERIOR CRAFT—IN DOCK AND OUT OF DOCK. ]
NOTE ON THE NAVAL FORCES OF GREAT BRITAIN. BY A FRENCH ADMIRAL.
This note is avowedly designed as a companion to the pamphlet of the Prince de Joinville, which was intended to show how easily England might be taken by the French; but omitted to say how the matter might have been taken by the English. The note is written with the same exactitude as to facts, the same knowledge of the subject, and the same spirit of candour by which all recent French works on England have been distinguished. We give an abridgement of the note, which, in its original state, is extremely full, and at the same time particularly empty.
"In looking at the state of the English marine, I turned my attention to the _depôts_ for marine stores, which of course comprise the whole of the naval resources of perfidious Albion. To judge of the British marine from the state of the marine stores, nothing can be more contemptible than the former, because nothing can be more insignificant than the latter. I asked one of the marine-store dealers how he would provision a man-of-war with beef for a long voyage, and he had nothing to show me but a quantity of beef bones, which he valued at five pounds for twopence. The English sailors, it is well known, cannot fight unless they are maddened with grog; and I looked over the marine-store dealer's establishment for the exciting liquid. I looked in vain; for he had only an enormous quantity of empty bottles, some of which he told me he had that day been purchasing. I must do the English the justice to say that they provide well for the dressing of the wounds of their sailors, for the marine stores include vast heaps of linen rags, some of which I observed were brought from persons casually coming into the _depôt_ to dispose of them.