To The Editor Of "The Morning Chronicle."

Sir,--In order to explain the following Fragment, it is necessary to refer your readers to a late florid description of the Pavilion at Brighton, in the apartments of which, we are told, "FUM, The Chinese Bird of Royalty," is a principal ornament. I am, Sir, yours, etc. MUM.

FUM AND HUM, THE TWO BIRDS OF ROYALTY.

One day the Chinese Bird of Royalty, FUM, Thus accosted our own Bird of Royalty, HUM, In that Palace or China-shop (Brighton, which is it?) Where FUM had just come to pay HUM a short visit.-- Near akin are these Birds, tho' they differ in nation (The breed of the HUMS is as old as creation); Both, full-crawed Legitimates--both, birds of prey, Both, cackling and ravenous creatures, half way 'Twixt the goose and the vulture, like Lord Castlereagh. While FUM deals in Mandarins Bonzes, Bohea, Peers, Bishops and Punch, HUM.--are sacred to thee So congenial their tastes, that, when FUM first did light on The floor of that grand China-warehouse at Brighton, The lanterns and dragons and things round the dome Where so like what he left, "Gad," says FUM, "I'm at home,"-- And when, turning, he saw Bishop L--GE, "Zooks, it is." Quoth the Bird, "Yes--I know him--a Bonze, by his phiz- "And that jolly old idol he kneels to so low "Can be none but our round-about god-head, fat Fo!" It chanced at this moment, the Episcopal Prig Was imploring the Prince to dispense with his wig, Which the Bird, overhearing, flew high o'er his head, And some TOBIT-like marks of his patronage shed, Which so dimmed the poor Dandy's idolatrous eye, That, while FUM cried "Oh Fo!" all the court cried "Oh fie!"

But a truce to digression;--these Birds of a feather Thus talkt, t'other night, on State matters together; (The PRINCE just in bed, or about to depart for't, His legs full of gout, and his arms full of HARTFORD,) "I say, HUM," says FUM--FUM, of course, spoke Chinese, But, bless you! that's nothing--at Brighton one sees Foreign lingoes and Bishops translated with ease-- "I say, HUM, how fares it with Royalty now? "Is it up? is it prime? is it spooney-or how?" (The Bird had just taken a flash-man's degree Under BARRYMORE, YARMOUTH, and young Master L--E,) "As for us in Pekin"--here, a devil of a din From the bed-chamber came, where that long Mandarin, Castlereagh (whom FUM calls the Confucius of Prose), Was rehearsing a speech upon Europe's repose To the deep, double bass of the fat Idol's nose.

(Nota bene--his Lordship and LIVERPOOL come, In collateral lines, from the old Mother HUM, CASTLEREAGH a HUM-bug--LIVERPOOL a HUM-drum,) The Speech being finisht, out rusht CASTLEREAGH. Saddled HUM in a hurry, and, whip, spur, away! Thro' the regions of air, like a Snip on his hobby, Ne'er paused till he lighted in St. Stephen's lobby.

In consequence of an old promise, that he should be allowed to wear his own hair, whenever he might be elevated to a Bishopric by his Royal Highness.

LINES ON THE DEATH OF SHERIDAN.

principibus placuisse viris! --HORAT.

Yes, grief will have way--but the fast falling tear Shall be mingled with deep execrations on those Who could bask in that Spirit's meridian career. And yet leave it thus lonely and dark at its close:--

Whose vanity flew round him, only while fed By the odor his fame in its summer-time gave;-- Whose vanity now, with quick scent for the dead, Like the Ghoul of the East, comes to feed at his grave.

Oh! it sickens the heart to see bosoms so hollow, And spirits so mean in the great and high-born; To think what a long line of titles may follow The relics of him who died--friendless and lorn!

How proud they can press to the funeral array Of one whom they shunned in his sickness and sorrow:-- How bailiffs may seize his last blanket to-day, Whose palls shall be held up by nobles to-morrow!

And Thou too whose life, a sick epicure's dream, Incoherent and gross, even grosser had past, Were it not for that cordial and soul-giving beam Which his friendship and wit o'er thy nothingness cast:--

No! not for the wealth of the land that supplies thee With millions to heap upon Foppery's shrine;-- No! not for the riches of all who despise thee, Tho' this would make Europe's whole opulence mine;--

Would I suffer what--even in the heart that thou hast-- All mean as it is--must have consciously burned. When the pittance, which shame had wrung from thee at last, And which found all his wants at an end, was returned!

"Was this then the fate,"--future ages will say, When some names shall live but in history's curse; When Truth will be heard, and these Lords of a day Be forgotten as fools or remembered as worse;--

"Was this then the fate of that high-gifted man, "The pride of the palace, the bower and the hall, "The orator,--dramatist,--minstrel,--who ran "Thro' each mode of the lyre and was master of all;--

"Whose mind was an essence compounded with art "From the finest and best of all other men's powers;- "Who ruled, like a wizard, the world of the heart, "And could call up its sunshine or bring down its showers;--

"Whose humor, as gay as the firefly's light, "Played round every subject and shone as it played;-- "Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, "Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade;--

"Whose eloquence--brightening whatever it tried, "Whether reason or fancy, the gay or the grave,-- "Was as rapid, as deep and as brilliant a tide, "As ever bore Freedom aloft on its wave!"

Yes--such was the man and so wretched his fate;-- And thus, sooner or later, shall all have to grieve, Who waste their morn's dew in the beams of the Great, And expect 'twill return to refresh them at eve.

In the woods of the North there are insects that prey On the brain of the elk till his very last sigh; Oh, Genius! thy patrons, more cruel than they, First feed on thy brains and then leave thee to die!

The sum was two hundred pounds--offered when Sheridan could no longer take any sustenance, and declined, for him, by his friends.

Naturalists have observed that, upon dissecting an elk, there was found in its head some large flies, with its brain almost eaten away by them,--History of Poland.