ous as they are tardy.... The success of a Russian
Loan is not dearly purchased by a little effusion, which,
after all, commits Russia to nothing. French sentiment
is always worth cultivating in that way, because, unlike
the British variety, it has a distinct influence upon
investments."--_Daily Paper_.]
"But just fancy the confusion
When a bear has burst his fetters!"
HEINE's _Atta Troll_.
AIR--"_BLOUDIE JACKE_."
Oh! why does your eye gleam so bright?
Russian Bear?
Oh! why does your eye gleam so bright?
You've broken your fetters. Like some of your betters,
Your freedom moves some with affright.
All right?
Well, _that_'s reassuring,--oh! _quite_!
Yes, your optic gleams piggishly bright,
Russian Bear;
It gleams with true ursine delight.
'Tis done--France is won, And 'tis capital fun
To hold it in shackles, which, slight--
Ho! ho!--
Yet fit so remarkably tight.
The chains may feel light as a thread,
Russian Bear!
As light and as slight as a thread;
But though light be the chain. Will his might and his main
Again rend it in twain? Fear is fled!
Quite fled!
And old animosity dead.
Haw! haw!
Nay, laugh not I pray you so loud,
Russian Bear!
Oh! laugh not so loud and so clear!
Though sly is your smile The heart to beguile,
Bruin's chuckle is horrid to hear,
O dear!
And makes quidnuncs quake and feel queer.
You have quite turned the tables, that's true,
Russian Bear,
The dancer did use to be _you_.
Now _you_ thump the tabor, And France, your "dear neighbour,"
Seems game to dance on till all's blue.
Hurroo!
Alliances _are_ pretty things,
Russian Bear!
Seductive and promising things;
That rat-a-tat-too, Which suggests a Review--
Makes his legs whirl as swiftly as wings.
How he springs
And leaps to the wild whillaloo!
You pipe and he dances this time,
Russian Bear!
The Bear and his Leader change places.
Quicker and quicker he, Steps; Miss TERPSICHORE
Scarce could show prettier paces.
_Houp la!_
_Atta Troll_ could not rival his graces.
He who pays for the Pipe calls the tune--
Russian Bear!
Pooh! _that_ old saw's quite obsolete.
Just look at that stocking! What matters men's mocking?
_He_'ll pay, but your tune is
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