hilation of all their present advantages. In Mexico, the Spaniards have just been cutting throats, with a most enlightened view-to establish the authority of Ferdinand-Ferdinand, who does not exist as a power! At what point between the extremes of delirium and insanity does Dr. Willis place such a fever? But do not let us laugh, as if we were merely lookers-on. With respect to any one of those, I may say with the grave-digger in Hamlet, " In England they are all as mad as he!"..

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To say nothing of tying the hands of the Regent, our defender, while the enemy is at the gate, and one within (made of paper), that threatens our utter destruction; have not we (that is, those who represent is, and are supposed to be our brains) been profoundly debating away the important moments, to decide whether Her Majesty shall, or shall not, have the buckhounds-It is too well known that the brains I allude to will turn-are they not turned now?-Of this deseription was the folly which prevailed at the taking of Constantinople-the Greek and Latin churches were disputing about whether the wafer should be of leavened or unleavened bread, while Mahomet II, was Jaying a siege to the city, which gave it into the hands of the Turks, and was the death of the last of the Constantines!-See Gibbon, vol. vi. p. 481, 4to.-So, at the destruction of Jerusalem, as related by Josephus

there, while the mighty ruin was falling on their heads, the Jews were found deeply considering the heterodox tenets of the Sadducees!

As none of these can be reckoned among the acts of reasonable men, we are compelled to account for such conduct, by referring it to the old adage, which says, "Quos Deus vult perdere prius dementat ;" i. e. Heaven first makes fools of those whom it wills to destroy. Temple, Jan. 31.

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P. S. You will be pleased to observe, Mr. Editor, that I have in this paper merely spoken of folly-and generously avoided all mention of knavery!

ON AN OCCURRENCE DURING THE LATE VISIT OF THE TWO CHANCELLORS TO WINDSOR.

[From the Morning Chronicle, Feb. 4.]

WHEN a Minister's measures his country disgrace,

He does well from the Monarch to hide his vile face; And, in this, Mr. P— surely did right,

When, as usual, he stood with his back to the light,
Spencer Street.

WH

EPIGRAM.

BY EDWARD COXE, ESQ.

[From the same.]

HEN Pontius attempted fair Myra to kiss,
She refus'd his salute with disdain:

Pray, what is the reason she took it amiss?
If you look at his face-it is plain.

THE

IMPROMPTU.

[From the Morning Post, Feb. 4.]

HE Talents" cry, "Haste for a Regency free,
Uncontroll'd, and unfetter'd as air;"

For then they all hope an " age golden to see,"
And 'merge from the slough of despair.

They fear from their souls that His Majesty's health
Will return before they are in power:

Then they know pretty well, that their vision of wealth
Will vanish and fade in an hour.

EPIGRAM.

[From the same, Feb. 5.]

SAYS Grenville to Holland, " I fear we are bit,
Lo! Eldon escapes from the shaft :

It has glanc'd, and I fear me our archer
With this paltry twenty pound draught."

EPIGRAM.

[From the same, Feb. 6.]

'HAT experience is wisdom, I firmly deny,

TH

And to prove that it is, will all logic defy.

is hit

H:

Sure he must have experience enough who is GREY;
Yet how wicked are some who such honours display!
'Mong our peers of the realm there's an instance that's
strong,

Of a man, who we know has grown GREY in the wrong!
SATIRIST

*Archer, a deep one- See Grose's Dictionary. Also, one who

draws a long bow.

A PROPHECY.

[From the Morning Chronicle, Feb. 8.] ·

Qualis populea morens Philomela sub unum,
Amissos queritur foetus, &c. &c.

AS close in poplar shades, her children gone,

The mother nightingale laments alone,

So on the woolsack, round his ample head,
While horrid curls their grateful umbrage spread,
The bright tear mingling with his frequent sobs,
Ill-fated Eldon mourns his frustrate jobs ;·
Which, from the Treasury nest in evil hour,
Grey, yet unfledg'd, yet unsuspected, tore;
He through the long debate, with streaming eyes,
Wails 'mid the House, loud echoing to his cries.
Alas! no Tr shall afford relief,

No dark associate lighten half thy grief;

Sole at the bar, unpitied shalt thou stand,

Face Whitbread's sneers, and Burdett's clam'rous band;
Sole through the courts of Westminster shalt go,,
Law's rigid empire, scene of Melville's woe.
Thy tender conscience there, in vain shalt plead,
Thy tottering power which urg'd thee to the deed;
Th' infuriate Commons, kindling as they hear,
Shall teach thy pride a nation's wrath to fear;
But when the Woolsack, lingering, thou shalt leave,
To thy lov'd honours still thy soul shall cleave.
E'en when the hackney coach, conveyance meet,
Shall, rumbling, bear thee to some distant street,
With cries of "Conscience" Charing Cross shall ring,
Pall Mall," My conscience" echoing, round shall bring
Thy conscious cheek shall wear its old grimace,
And thy last sigh be utter'd for thy place.

ANSWER TO AN INDELICATE VALENTINE. [From the British Press, Feb. 8.]

YOUR

OUR method of wooing a nymph so divine, Was indeed, my dear Richard, a coarse oue: And while you set up to be sweet VALENTINE, You're more like his rough brother ORSON.

G 3

S. W. T.

NEW ORATORY.

TO THE EDITOR OF THE PUBLIC LEDGER, &c.

SIR,

A

[Feb. 9.]

S you have a few days respite from Parliamentary cares, you may perhaps admit some remarks on a species of eloquence which is creeping into our deliberative assemblies (I allude to no one in particular), and is so far different from what we have been accustomed to, that it seems to deserve our consideration whether it be really an improvement.

This new mode of oratory has this peculiar to it, that it deals in persons and not in things; and although it begins with avowing its attachment to a particular measure, it seldom ends without showing that its object is a particular man. I grant that there is a facility in such a mode of displaying one's eloquence, which, no doubt, strongly recommends it to some gentlemen. It is far more difficult to copy the style of Demosthenes and Cicero, among the ancients, or of our Pitt's, Burke's, and Fox's among the moderns, than to introduce a very happy and familiar imitation of the language of that district in the city, where, as one of our essayists says, "the best fish is sold, and the plainest English spoken.'

There is an advantage likewise, the value of which some gentlemen seem to prize, in being able to substitute a something in lieu of a long train of argument, and direct proof, which shall make as great a noise, and get a man as much popular reputation as if he dealt in the aforesaid legitimate articles of true reasoning and logical application. The latter are qualifications which generally result from a regular education, improved by associating with the best company; that is, with men of enlightened and polished minds.

In our new eloquence, the principal ingredient, and which seems to be preferred to every other, is passion. Our orator having chosen a topic, that is,