The Sun.
London, England, 1818-05-23 00:00:00

LI TER AR Y REVIEW.

BR(o1rN.

A Jett sresprit has-at length been launched from
the joess, which, after all the imposing quartos
and octavos that the zeal and activity of recent
TouriSts have produced, affords an attractive no-
velty to the public. We allude to the comic duo-
decimo already in general circulation, Tire FUDGE
FAMILY IN PARIS. h cannot be denied but that,
both in his French and English sketches, the au-
thor has indulged somewhat freely in the broad
style ut farce and caricature ; but the subject in-
vice(' ridicule, and the satire is seldom too caustic
for pleasatury. The author is airy, sportive, ver-
satile; and when politics are not obtruded, will
be equally relished by those who have actually
wittiessed the scenes described,-and by those who
'mow them only from oral tradition or pantomi-
mic representation.

This little work is composed of metrical epis-
tles, and the travellers and their vat ions pursuits
are thus happily sketched by MISS BIDDY FUDGE,
the youngrst,and unquestionably the most attrac
five, of the party:—
Our party consists, in a neat Calais job,
Of Papa and myself, Mr. CONNOR and 808.
You remember -how sheepish Bon look'd at Kilrandy,
But, Lord ! he's quite alter'd—they've made him a Dandy;
A thing, you know, whisker.d, great-coated, and lac'd,
Like an hour-glass, exceedingly small in the waist :
Quite a new sort of creatures, unknown yet to scholars,
With heads so itrimoveably stuck in shirt-collars,
• That seats like our music stools soon must be found them,
To twirl, when the creatures may wish to look round them
In short, dear, " a Dandy" describes what I mean,
And lion's tar the best of the genus I've seen :
An improving young man, fond of learning, ambitious,
And goes now to Paris to study French dishes,
Whose names—think, how quick !—he already knows pat,
ti la braise, petits and—what d'ye call Olt
They inflict on potatoes ! maitre d'lldtel
I assure you, dear DonLY, he knows them as well
As if nothing but these all his life he had eat,
Though a bit of them Bonny has never toueh'd yet ;
But just knows the names of French dishes and cooks,
As dear Pa knows the titles of authors and books.
On-the young Lady's arrival hi Paris she
sullies her pen :
What a time since 1 wrote !—l'm a sad, naughty girl—
Though, like a tee-whim, I m all in a twirl, •
Yet ev'n (as you wittily.say) a tee-totoin
Between all its twirls gives a letter to note 'em.
But, Lord,. such a place! anal then, DOLLY, my dresses,
My gowns, so divine !—there's no language expresses,
Except just the two words " superbe," " nognifique,"
The tiimmings of that which I had home last week !
It is called-,-1 forget—a /a—something which sounded
Like alicumpaile-,-but, in truth, Fin confounded
And bother d, my dear, 'twixt that troublesome boy's
(Bon's) cookery language, and Madame LE Rot's:
'What With fillets of roses, and fillets of veal,
'Thin'gs g-aini, 11 it lace, and things garni with eel,
Ont.s hair and one's cutlets both en papillote,
And a thousand more things -I shall ne'er have by rote,
I can scarce tell the ihtrirtice, at least as to phrase,
Between beef ala !'s[ /[be and curls ala -
ilat, in short, dear, I'm trick'd out quite it la Franlaise,
With my bonnet—so heantifull—high tip and puking,
Like things that are put to keep cliiwnies from sutoliing-.

Where shall I begin with the endless delights
Of this !'idea of milliners, monkies, and sights—
This dear busy place, where there's nothing transacting
But dressing and dinnering, dancing and acting ?
Imprimis, the Opera—mercy, my ears!
Brother Lion ill's remark, Cottler night, was a true one
" This mast be the music," said he, " of the spears,
Fur cnrst if each note of it doesn't run through one!
Pa sass (and you know, love, his Book's to make out
"rwas the Jacobins brought every mischief about)
That this pa,sion for roaring has come in of late,
Since time rabble all tried for a suite its the State.
'What a frightful idea, one's mind 'to o'et wheltu!
What a chorus, dear DoLLy, would soon be let loose of i
If, when of age, every man in the realm
Had a voice like old ',Aim, and chose to make use of it !
No—never was known i❑ this riotous sphere
Such a breach of the peace as their singing, my dear.
So bad too, you'd swear that the God of both arts,
Of Music and Physic, had taken a frolic
For setting a 1010 tit of asthma in parts,
And composing a fine rumbling bass to the cholic! •

But, the dancing—al:parlez nun, DOLLY, de
There, imlectl, is a treat that charms all but Papa.
Such beauty—suck grace—oh ye sylphs of romance I
Fly, fly to TITANIA, and ask it she has
One light footed nymph in her train, that can dance
Like divine Iltntrurist and sweet FANNY litAs !
FANNY BIAS in FhottA-dear creature, you'd swear,
When her delicate feet in the dance twinkle round,
That her steps are of light, that her home is the air,
And she only par complaisance touches the ground.
And when I.ItooTTINI in PSYCHE dishevels
Her black flowing hair, and by dwainns is driven,
Oh ! who (foes nut envy those rude little devils,
That-hold her and hug her, and keep her from heaven ?
Then, the music—so softly its cadences die,
So divinely—oh, DOLLY ! between you and I,
It's as well for my peace that there's nobody nigh
To make love to me then—you're a soul, and can judge
What a crisis 'twoUld be for your friend BIDDY FuDon.

The next place (which BOBBY has near lost his heart in)
They call it the Play-house—l think—vf St. Martin ;
Quite charming—and very religious—what fully
To say that the French are not pious, dear DOLLY,
When be►e one beholds, so correctly and rightly,
The Testawent turn'd into inelo-drames nightly;
And, doubtless, so fond they're of scriptural facts,
They will soon get. the Pentateuch up i❑ five acts.
Here DANIEL, ►n pantomime, bids bold defiance
To NEBUCItADNEZZAR and all his stuff'd lions,
While pretty young Israelites dance round the Prophet,
In very thin-clothing, and but little of it;—
Here LI:GRAND, who shines i❑ this scriptural path,
As the lovely Sus.tNrA, without ev'n a relic
Of drapery round her, comes out of the bath
In a manner that, Bon says, is quite Eve-angelic.
But in short, dear, 't would take we a month to recite
All the exquisite places we're at, day and night;
And, besides, ere I finish, I think you'll be glad
Just to hear one delightful adventure I've had.

Last night, at the Beaujon, a place where—l doubt
If I well can describe—there are cars, that sat out
From a lighted pavilion, high up in the air,
And rattle you down, DOLL,—you hardly know where.
These vehicles, mind me, in which you go through
This delightfully dangerous joorney, hold too.
Some cavalier asks, with humility, whether
You'll venture down with him—you smile—lis a match;
In an instant you're seated, and down both together
Go timmering, as if you went post to Old Scratch!
Well, it was but last night, as I stood and remark'd
On the looks and odd ways of the girls Who cmbark'd,
The impatience of some for the perilous Hight,
The forc'd giggle of others, 'twixt pleasure and fright,
That there came up—imagine, dear MIA., if you can—
A tine sallow, sublime, surt of Werter-fac'd man,
With mustachios that gave (what we read of so oft)
Th, dear Corsair expression, half savage, half soft,
As Hyamas in love maybe fancied to look, or •
A something between AulmAtin and old BLUCHER!
Up he came, Dow., to me, and, uncovering his head,
(Rather bald, but so warlike !) in bad Emglish said,

TIT F"DGE FAMILY IN PARIS. Edited by ThomAs
BLOWN ile You4iger, Author of The Two-Penny Post Bag.
Six. b E lition. LosumAN, lluasc, REEs, OumE, and