John Bull, take advice, Which shall never (at least as we hope) end: But come here and doat Pops out every time it is open'd. Chorus-John Bull, &c. Then cease your good lacks About tax upon tax; ̧ Never ax what we ax, But crowd in with the jovial throng; And be merry and gay : 'T is by far the best way Like us pay your debts with a song. Chorus-John Bull, &c. Then stop your bull's mouth, We will stop it at once with our gag :— Keep off, or perhaps You may sink in our traps, Or Bow-street's fierce chaps In the round-house invite you "to brag." Chorus-John Bull, &c. HISTRIONICUS, THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT. [From the General Evening Post, Sept. 23.] THIS is the House that Jack built. These are the Boxes let to the Great, that visit the House that Jack built. These are the Pigeon-holes made for the Poor, over the Boxes let to the Great, that visit the House that Jack built. This THE DEPARTURE FOR IRELAND. 251 This is the Cat engaged to squall, to the Poor in the Pigeon-holes over the Boxes let to the Great, that visit the House that Jack built. This is John Bull with a bugle-horn, that hiss'd the Cat engaged to squall, to the Poor in the Pigeonholes over the Boxes let to the Great, who visit the House that Jack built. This is the Thief-taker shaven and shorn, that took up John Bull with his bugle-horn, who hiss'd the Cat engaged to squall, to the Poor in the Pigeon-holes over the Boxes let to the Great, who visit the House that Jack built. This is the Manager full of scorn, who raised the price to the people forlorn, and directed the Thieftaker shaven and shorn, to take up John Bull with his bugle-horn, who hiss'd the Cat engaged to squall, to the poor in the Pigeon-holes over the Boxes let to the Great, who visit the House that Jack built. EPIGRAM. [From the Morning Chronicle.] JOHN Bull has gain'd one point-that's flat; Shut up his house, and gone to bed, With fewer aitches in his head. Sept. 23. HISTRIONICUS. THE DEPARTURE FOR IRELAND. [From the Morning Post, Sept. 26.] WHEN Grimalkin, the spy, took a peep in the house, And saw such confusion and strife, He stole to the green-room as soft as a mouse, And thus he address'd his dear wife : "Mon Dieu!-don't sit purring, as if all was right, : Our measure of meanness is full; We cannot stay here to be bark'd at all night, I'd rather be toss'd by a Bull.' ANTI-GALLICAN. ON A LATE DUEL [From the Morning Chronicle, Sept. 26,1 "STILL let us arm 'gainst England's foc," "Still let us England's foe assail," ANOTHER. CASTLEREAGH and George Canning The country advantage to yield. Of serving her cause-in the field. IMPROMPTU ON THE TWO STATUES IN FRONT OF COVENT GARDEN THEATRE. [From the same, Sept. 27.] WITH steady mien, unalter'd eye, Melpomene disdains to cry, Thalia scorns to smile. Pieria's stream when moderns quaff, TO THE EDITOR OF THE MORNING CHRONICLE. SIR, Bristol, Sept. 18, 1809. THE Bards, we know, in ancient days roused their country to exertion, by celebrating the glorious deeds of their Chiefs, A modern Bard, alas! has not always before him glorious chiefs to celebrate and be his patriotism never so great, his powers are very limited. Take, PERCEVAL'S PROCLAMATION. 253 Take, however, if you will, the two following attempts. THE NEW DAINTY DAVY. A SCOTCH LILT. I HAVE had a bonny reel, Now I'm up I'll look around, From this station, from this station; From my elevation. Melville had a golden rule, I have learned in his school- The Greys I've got, and Chelsea too- To make this little mickle *. The 95th now wants a head- And to prove my martial skill, All posts I can take, so I will; PERCEVAL'S PROCLAMATION. SURE we've made a nice pretty campaign on 't, Then we 'll have drinking and ranting, * Much. But But we shan't, like Sir Arthur or Chatham, At last, if we 're forc'd to knock under, The Austrians know how to weigh well Like them we will draw-on your purses, And in taxes-'t is we that will mind you. SALES BY AUCTION. CAST HORSES, THE PROPERTY OF CERTAIN GENTLEMEN RETIRING FROM OFFICE. [From the British Press, Sept. 29, &c.] то be sold, at the old repository for hacks, &c. in Downing Street, without reserve, the following horses, the property of certain Gentlemen going out of office : Premier, a dark grey horse, aged. He is the only horse of Dutch pedigree, of any note, in the annals of the British turf. He formerly ran, under the name of Portland, for the Whig stakes, and was then thought a horse of some bottom, although of very poor performance. Being now quite broken down, he has been used for some time, merely for show, in the state caravan that drives weekly between Downing Street and Buckingham House. Admiral, formerly a troop-horse, but lately used as the leader of the team to the British Neptune's car. He is but a sorry sort of an animal, and has a habit of |