on the ridiculous reception Broglio had given him at Strasburg,"

says Valori, [ Memoires, i. 88.]--of which

this Doggerel itself offers specimen.

"Probably the weakest Piece I ever translated?" exclaims one, who

has translated several such. Nevertheless there is a straggle of

pungent sense in it,--like the outskirts of lightning, seen in

that dismally wet weather, which the Royal Party had. Its wit is

very copious, but slashy, bantery, and proceeds mainly by