Should e'er behold, what sense must see with
Smithfield become the nursery of the stage!

rage,

J. S. PS

AN HIBERNIAN'S REFLECTIONS

ON HEARING OF THE OVERFLOWING AUDIENCES AT COVENT GARDEN.

[From the Morning Post, March 11.]

OT Mother Goose, in all her glory, drew

NOT

Such nightly crowds as Blue Beard's horses do; For then, indeed, the house, 't is pretty plain, Receiv'd as many as it could contain.

"Arrah, but now," quoth Paddy, "I am told, The house is fuller far than it can hold."

W

TO THE GREAT ORATOR.

[From the same, March 14.]

thy great and patriotic name

Will stand recorded on the lists of fame,
When Pitt and Fox, and such illustrious men,
Have been long since forgotten--not till then.

C. T.

C. T.

P.

LINES

I

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LINES FOUND IN THE VALE OF BELVOIR,

[From the Morning Chronicle, March 20.]

TO THE VERY REV.

HAVE heard that your Duke's in a dangerous way,

And the doctors desponding have wish'd him good day;

It becomes then my duty (I trust in your sight,

My presumptuous hopes stand excus'd, if I write,
To declare my intention of asking a poll,

Of the dignified voters who stand on your roll),
The Chancellor's seat to affect, which is bare
The moment His Grace is defunct, you're aware.
I will not, 't were fruitless to look for foundation,
On which to indulge in this fond expectation,
In personal merit; an A double S

On merit like this should not lay any stress;
But I ask your permission to state, as a fact
Of no trivial weight in my cause, that I'm back'd
By His Majesty's favour, and Perceval's name,
That passport to pensions, preferment, and fame.
So I'll not intrude further upon you at present,
Only hoping your daughter digested the pheasant ;.
I've to beg that this letter you'll use at your ease,
Not forgetting to state th' above fact, if you please..
My name I don't sign, not deeming it clear
That this letter may please, so I'll end with an R..

A CRUMB OF COMFORT

FOR OLD BEAUX IN LOVE.

[From the Morning Herald, March 23 ]

REGRET not, dear Fanny, the distance of May,,

Which was wont o'er those features to shine:
With a look thou canst chase tyrant Time far away ;
Speak a word, and the triumph is thine.

Condemn then the miscreant to endless disgrace,.
His spells you may safely defy,

Since Love holds his empire of smiles on thy face,.
And his mandate's proclaim'd from thine eye!

H 6

Yett

Yet should the proud tyrant be deaf to thy praise,

This truth must still strike him with dread,
That the warmth of thy kiss all the wonder displays
Of a Lazarus rais'd from the dead!

QUIZ.

IMPROMPTU

ON THE GENERAL FAST, ADDRESSED TO THE CHANCELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER.

[From the Morning Chronicle, March 23.]

THY sapience, Perceval, we greet,
And own thy talents vast;

When those who nothing have to eat,
Are call'd upon to fast!

W-b-n, March 18, 1811.

ANOTHER.

[From the same.]

WHILE taxes are so very high,

And likely long to last,

Most sure 't is needless to apply
An order for a fast.

P.

J. E. B.

IMPROMPTU

ON THE LATE EXPEDIENT FOR PRESERVING A CERTAIN

COIN.

[From the Morning Post, March 23.]

OHN Bull, who loves old England's pride,

JOHN

Her honour and renown,

Declares, though press'd on every side,

He'll still preserve her Crown.

G.

EPIGRAM

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EPIGRAM

ON THE INCREASED VALUE OF A CERTAIN COIN.
[From the same, March 25.]

WHILE, to enrich his boasted state,
Proud Boney's means are ceasing,
Old England sees, with pride elate,
Her CROWN in worth increasing.

G.

I

THE ADDRESS OF A NOBLE DUKE TO THE
CAMBRIDGE SENATE.

[From the Morning Chronicle, March 25.]

HAVE, doubtless, oft heard sage philosophers tell, While there's life, there's a chance the sick man may get well:

poor

But, the Duke of Grafton as doctors give over,
(The doctors you 'll blame if His Grace should recover,)
I boldly come forward your votes to entreat
For the honour of filling the Chancellor's seat,
My pretensions! some Jacobin fellow may cry ;
I'll deign to inform him-no claims are so high:
My pretensions are sanctioned by M-j-y's self;
Now I think I've dumbfounded this impudent elf.
But if not, I can easily set him at rest,

And prove, past contradiction, my party the best.
Listen, Cambridge Electors! and brighten each face!
Mr. Perceval says I'm the man for the place.
This settles the business at once-you 'll all bend
To the mighty First Lord of the Treasury's friend.
You're parsons, two-thirds of you-parsons, no fear,
At the mention of Perceval prick up the ear.

The loaves! hungry voters! the loaves! I'll be sworn,
You all flock to my standard, like rats to the corn.

IMPROMPTU

IMPROMPTU

ON THE FRENCH GENERAL VICTOR'S DEFEAT BEFORE

HIS

CADIZ.

[From the Morning Herald, March 26.]

IS VICTOR vanquish'd, and his eagle taken,
Boney will stay at home to save his bacon;
Sip caudle with his wife, and for young Nap
Make with parental daddle sugar'd pap!
Content to see the nurs'ry colours fly,
By holding out his bantling's clouts to dry!

NIM.

IMPROMPTU.

[From the same.]

THE mountain's labour now is o'er; they've given us

their mus ;

VICTOR, Who Cadiz went to take, has run away VICTUS.

6.6

ON THE DEFEAT OF MARSHAL VICTOR.

VICTOR

[From the Morning Post.]

no more is victor," Quibble cried-
Why?" because Victor's vanquish'd," he replied..

A VICTOR formerly the battle won,
But now a Victor is in fight undone.

ON OUR LATE VICTORY..

[From the same ]

No wonder that, on Cadiz' glorious coast,

Britain's proud arms so happily should fare ::

One Victor only have the French to boast,

While we have got some thousand victors there.

C. T.

VICTOR