TO THE EDITOR OF THE MORNING POST.

SIR,

[July 8.]

HAVING been present at the meeting of our en lightened and public-spirited corporation of Baniboozle, when the following excellent resolutions of our non-resident members were received and read, I am sure you will be gratified with obtaining an early copy, and recommending them as a shining model for the city of London, and many other communi. ties who have displayed their sagacity, patriotism, and discretion, on a late important occasion.

I am, Sir, your most obedient servant, Bamboozle, July 5, 1809.

SOLOMON GULL

At a numerous and respectable Meeting of the Freemen of the Borough of Bamboozle, held at the Fool's Cap Tavern, in Wapping, on Tuesday the 3d of July 1809;

Resolved, That our virtuous fellow-citizens of Bamboozle having wisely returned their thanks to Col. Wars dle for his upright, manly, and disinterested conduct in bringing forward accusations against the Duke of York, it is incumbent upon them to join in reimbursing that upright, manly, and disinterested patriot all expenses he may have incurred by engaging Mrs. Clarke to appear in fabricating and supporting such accusation, and to pay all costs of suit in the trial which has been so unjustly decided against him, contrary to evidence.

Resolved, That a subscription should be made by the FRIENDS OF REFORM, in order to raise a fund for repaying any expenses Col. Wardle, or any of his coadjutors, may hereafter incur, from any prosecution for defamation, or for any supposed infringement of the law, in subpoenaing or tampering with witnesses. Resolved, That it is the opinion of this Meeting,

that

that Mr. Wardle, and the other honourable and independent members who proved the glorious minority of 125, having received the favourable judgment. of the mayor and freemen of Bamboozle, and many other distinguished cities and counties, ought to be exempt from all verdicts of juries to their prejudice, and that it is expedient that the practice of trial by jury, in particular cases, should be abolished.

Signed by order of the Meeting,

JACOB STAUNCH, Chairman.
NICHOLAS SILLYMAN, Sec.

COL.

A CARD.

[Same Date.]

OL. Wardle presents his respectful compliments to those Counties, Cities, Boroughs, and TownsCorporate of the United Kingdom, which have not yet voted him their thanks for his very popular conduct in driving the Commander in Chief from the head of the army, and requests that they will be speedy in assembling and voting the same. He particularly begs that their freedoms and thanks may be voted to him in GOLD BOXES; as, upon melting down those already presented, he finds the amount in value far too little to indemnify him for the heavy expenses incurred in procuring evidence before the House of Commons sufficient to effect his laudable purpose. This will not now be doubted, since to get Mrs. Clarke alone (to attest, not on oath, against His Royal Highness) it has cost him two thousand pounds and more; which she has clearly proved, upon oath, in the Court of King's Bench.

N. B. The Colonel does not wish them to be nice and curious in the patterns of the boxes, only to let them be thick and heavy; for it may be readily con

jectured,

jectured, after what has passed, that the prosecution of his scheme has or will cost him more than they can restore him; but popularity is an invaluable idol, and he does not yet regret it.

TO THE

LINES

DIRTIEST AND BASEST MAN IN EXISTENCE." [From the Morning Post, July 7.]

Mentitur, qui te vitiosum, Zoile, dixit:

Non vitiosus homo es, Zoile-sed vitium. MART. EP.

TRANSLATION.

Styl'd simply vicious, thou 'rt belied:
Thou 'rt vice itself-personified.

C-B-T! since conscience made you say—

Hell had for thee too mild a heat; ́I'll tell thee, monster! a sure way To make thy punishment complete. Amidst thy Registers be plac'd

All-all inflammatory stuff—

Thousands will light them-and, thus cas'd,
Thou 'lt find thy own hell hot enough.

But from thy ashes ne'er will rise
A phoenix of such compound evil:

Unfit t' approach the hallow'd skies,

Each wind will blow them to the-D-1.

PUNCTUM SALIENS.

SLOW AND SURE.

[From the Morning Chronicle, July 11.]

IN planning expeditions 'gainst the foe
Our Ministers are ever sure, though slow :
Each expedition meets a cominon fate,
Slow to depart, and sure-to be too late.

THE

THE BAROUCHE-DRIVER;

OR, A SMALL TRAGEDY FOR WARM WEATHER.
[From the General Evening Post, July 8.]

Hawke, Embden, Buxton, Stanhope, Lincoln, Lade,
Whose skill hath made the hackney-coachmen mad,
Pull up barouche or tandem;
While I, with tearful eyes, relate,
How, t'other day, at Chelt'nam gate,
A 'squire would drive at random.

Tune-Chevy Chase.

GOD prosper long our noble King,

Our wives and children all.

A woful driving late there did
At Cheltenham befall!

To please his wife, a lady fair,

t

Both elegant and gay,

A squire drove, but babes unborn
Shall rue that hapless day!

Though bold, yet as a charioteer
We cannot praise his parts;
And though a married man, was but
A bachelor in arts!

Said he, "My love, I'll try my bloods,
This morn, as coachees must;
We'll drive along the Charlton road,
And sit and take-the dust!

"I've got my whip from Griffiths down,
'T will cut a midge's eye out;
Now, when the cattle dash and smoke,
My darling, do not cry out."

Then thus the belle-" Remember, Mike,

Poor Phaeton's fate of yore."

"Pray how should Phaeton know?" quoth he
"I'd bet him five to four."

Each in the dickey, cheek by jowl,
Sat smiling at each other;

One

groom rode on to clear the van, Behind there rode his brother.

But

But vainly man says I'll do this,
As I both know and you,

While Fate, who's in a sulky mood,
Cries "Damme if you do."

Envy, who knew this squire had sipp'd
Deep draughts from Learning's cup,
Resolv'd, that, as a four-in-hand,
That day he'd do him up.

He call'd on Contradiction's imps

To exercise their airs;.

When straight the demons seiz'd the brains
Of all poor Michael's mares;
While each (Minerva urg'd the plot,
To send this M. P. tripping),
Feeling full sore that such a mind
Should be so fond of whipping.

Poor Michael blush'd, poor Michael curs'd,
Each blow was idly given;

How few poor brutes, in this sad world,
Will own when they 're well driven!
The grooms tugg'd hard, the lady shriek'd,
And all were in despair;

When a bay filly kicking, rear'd,
And gave a pet en l'air!

At this discharge each murm'ring breeze
Repulsively was hush'd;

At Tattersal's the stables moan'd,
And all the houyhnhnms blush'd!

In this dilemma of the winds

Favonius sole arose,

To bear away the baneful burst

From the sweet lady's nose!

Had a coarse horse marr'd manners thus,
At Paris, here, or Cadiz :

The thing were naught; but all 's in arms
When such a deed 's a lady's!

The fair, with throbbing heart, leap'd out,
Disrob'd of all her mirth;

But Cupids mov'd the noisome soil,
Ere beauty touch'd the earth!

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