Note 52 — Chapter LVIII
Reading edition
There is a very amusing skit about these ‘R—l Whiskers,’ which were assumed to be as false as the historical wigs, published early in 1816. It is too long to reproduce, although it is really laughable; but, at all events, space can be found for the first few lines.
L’Adieu.
From a puissant Prince to his Cast-off Whiskers, on his leaving London to make an Excursion.
Adieu, my dear Whiskers! dear Whiskers, adieu! I ne’er shall love Whiskers as I have lov’d you, So becoming your form, and so brilliant your hue, I ne’er admir’d Whiskers as I’ve admired you. Your curve was so lovely, so like a horse-shoe, Not a Whisker at Court was so lovely as you. The Baron Geramb’s were immense, it is true, But they didn’t sweep round half so tasty as you.