Extracts From The Diary Of A Politician.

Wednesday.     Thro' Manchester Square took a canter just now--     Met the old yellow chariot[1] and made a low bow.     This I did, of course, thinking 'twas loyal and civil,     But got such a look--oh! 'twas black as the devil!     How unlucky!--incog. he was travelling about,     And I like a noodle, must go find him out.     Mem.--when next by the old yellow chariot I ride,     To remember there is nothing princely inside.     Thursday.     At Levee to-day made another sad blunder--     What can be come over me lately, I wonder?     The Prince was as cheerful as if all his life     He had never been troubled with Friends or a Wife--     "Fine weather," says he--to which I, who must prate,     Answered, "Yes, Sir, but changeable rather, of late."     He took it, I fear, for he lookt somewhat gruff,     And handled his new pair of whiskers so rough,     That before all the courtiers I feared they'd come off,     And then, Lord, how Geramb[2] would triumphantly scoff!     Mem.--to buy for son Dicky some unguent or lotion     To nourish his whiskers--sure road to promotion![3]     Saturday.     Last night a Concert--vastly gay--     Given by Lady Castlereagh.     My Lord loves music, and we know     Has "two strings always to his bow."[4]     In choosing songs, the Regent named     "Had I a heart for falsehood framed."     While gentle Hertford begged and prayed     For "Young I am and sore afraid."