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THE HERO OF FLUSHING.
He rode the poor Pope like a jaded hack,
Tardy Prussia received such a terrible thump,
In Spain brother Joe finds a slippery throne,
THE HERO OF FLUSHING.
"See the conqu'ring hero comes!
For, if while he slept on an enemy's shore,
Lot the hero! and hark! one unanimous shout,
[From the Public Ledger, Sept. 14.]
I AM sure your impartiality will give admission to the following remarks, although they begin with finding some fault with a paragraph in Tuesday's Ledger, in which you endeavour to throw "cold water" on the intended jubilee in honour of His Majesty's. long reign.
As I do not belong to any of the committees or parties that have met on this occasion, I am quite ignorant of the mode in which this jubilee is to be conducted except that I may conjecture, with the highest probability, that eating and drinking will constitute a very important part of our rejoicings; and as this happens to be the prime season for turtle and venison, there will be no lack of opportunities to testify as much loyalty as our stomachs can bear.
But, Sir, you are pleased to insinuate the impropriety of our intended festivities" at a gloomy period like the present;" and these are the words with which I am disposed to find fault; or, rather, which I am disposed to contradict in every particular. On this, then, we are at issue-I deny that the present is a gloomy period.
I can find no such period-no such gloom, in the public mind. I find something like it, indeed, in the newspapers, especially in those where it is the practice to censure all public proceedings, and where it is the principle that Ministers can do nothing right; and, I am sorry to add, I find something like it in papers
which, I should suppose, might have held a different language, especially as they confess, one and all, that they have no facts to go upon, and no information upon which they can rely!
We have, therefore, gloom enough upon paper, but where else am I to find it? Am I to look for it in the metropolis, where the demand for amusement is so urgent, that amusement seems to be the "chief end of man?" and where the publie tolerate and encourage every species of petty theatre and vulgar entertainment that can be offered to them, and flock in thousands to places of amusement, not one whit above the merit of those we lately witnessed in Bartholomew fair? Am I to look for gloom in the wonderful stir now making about the opening of a new theatre, and in those awful convulsions and revolutions which a shilling advance on the boxes is likely to create? Am I to look for gloom in our parties of pleasure, in the extravagance of our entertainments, and the success of our taverns?
Failing, then, of my object in the metropolis, where am I to go in search of the gloom with which you have covered the public? Am I to go to Margate, or Brighton, or Cheltenham, or any other of those places where our gloomy citizens have no other distress but how they shall barter Bank notes for every species of inconvenience and extortion; and where the affairs of Germany, of the Scheldt, of Spain and Portugal, are of infinitely less importance than the singing and dancing of strolling players, or those more dignified amusements of ass-races, pig-races, raffles, and lounging-shops? Is it there that I am to look for the gloom of a people conscious that they have met with losses and disappointments, which, while they affect their minds, should produce some corresponding effect on their conduct?
I repeat it, Sir, that there is enough-or, at least, a very decent proportion of gloom in some of our newspapers
newspapers-but I can discover it no where else.Suicides, too, were never more plenty-but I do not find that any man has hanged himself because we have not got possession of Antwerp, or because Lord Wellington is falling back upon Portugal. There may also be instances of low spirits, and of broken hearts; but unless you can trace these to our Gazett, or persuade me, that a people who can be delighted with the veriest trifles, are a gloomy people, I must beg leave to retain my opinion; and, although with all possible respect, to differ from the writer of the article in question. I am, Sir, yours, CONSISTENCY.
THE AMOR PATRIE,
[From the British Press, Sept. 14]
AIR Silvia, who oft jeer'd the conjugal life, On a sudden grew kind, and became Damon's wife, When ask'd by a friend, "why she chang'd her opinion, And gave her free life for a tyrant's dominion ?" She exclaimed, "Do not think it was Love's mighty fire, Which compell'd me to seek what most women desire; Know, my friend, by a motive more noble possess'd, At the call of my country, my Damon I bless'dSince our fam'd expeditions destroy half the nation, I thought it my duty-to aid population !” Johnson's Court.
TW WO persons I met, t' other night in the dark;
UPON HEARING A CERTAIN PRYING GENTLEMAN GALUMNIATE THE MEMORY OF SIR JOHN MOORE. [From the British Press, Sept. 15.] 'HE Hero fell-his country wept! And e'en the fiend Detraction slept, Till Party's cry awoke her:
Thus ravens, when the fight is done,
INTENDED TO BE SPOKEN AT THE NEW THEATRE, coVEN GARDEN, BY MR. KEMBLE, ON MADAME CATALANI'S FIRST APPEARANCE.
[From the Morning Post, Sept. 22.]
Actresses sprang at length-(observe, till then,
Improvement rapidly thus gaining ground,
"But all divine when" I!—at length "appear'd;