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ANACREON IN BOW STREET.
325 thought worthy of analysis. Professor Perceval, still bigotted to his theory, is endeavouring to demonstrate this phenomenon synthetically: Dr. Grenville and Dr. Grey have given it as their decided opinion, that it is impossible.
Although we certainly respect the ingenuity of Professor Perceval, which was so successfully exerted in the famous York analysis, we must be allowed to say, that we have met with nothing in the annals of science, since the time of the alchymists, so visionary as his speculations.
I'M sick of the service
so tell the Grand Duke, I've up
ANACREON IN BOW STREET.
[From the Morning Chronicle, Dec. 1.]
Θελω λεγειν Ατρειδας.-ODE Ι.
To Love I cry, “ My notes inspire,
John Kemble and Mendoza.
Of Billing on and Braham!
Of Townsend and of Graham.
HORACE IN LONDON,
With rioting and battles
My lyre to horns and rattles !
HORACE IN LONDON.-Book II. ODE I.
TO MR. KEMBLE.
[From the Monthly Mirror:}
Motum ex Metello consule civicum, &c.
When tempests assail aged Lear,
Oh! when shall your equal appear ?
'T is a crown of the sweetest moss-roses :
To lickle his ears when he dozes.
Fly, fly from the tumult and riot!
The foes to new prices and quiet.
What whistling and springing of rattles,
To scuffles, rows, riots, and battles !
* I find that Horace makes particular mention of the 0. P.'s, and the noise they made in Rome :
Opes strepitumque Romæ."-Od. Lib. III. 29. My old friend, the late Mr. Opie, was a man of celebrity : but he never made half so much noise in the world as any one of his numerous relations.
ON THE UPROAR AT COVENT GARDEN. 327 And now from the barracks of Bow Street, good lack !
A band under Townsend and Sayers Wave high their gilt staffs, while the dull sounding thwack Falls frequent and thick on the enemies' back, Or visits their pate with a merry-ton'd crack,
In aid of King John and the players.
Catalani, and fiddlers from Paris,
So fatal to Kemble avd Harris,
The misers who old prices stick to ?
O story, mirabile dictu !
What 'prentice or clerk is unwilling?
When the object of war's the last shilling?
What Jews have not had bloody noses?
To fight here pro Aris et focis?
From rows so disgraceful remove,
To melody, laughter, and love.
ON THE NIGHTLY UPROAR AT COVENT
[From the same.]
This downfali of sense and ascendance of sound;
Of claniour and nonsense the instruments willing;
And whose own is confin'd to their care of a shilling, And yet these curmudgeons, who willingly waste
Half a guinea (the Opera's worth it, no doubt!) Must be wanting in thrift, or deficient in taste,
Must be asses with ears, or be spendthrifts without : Half a guinea for singers and shallow-pate scrapers,
Whose resin, not reason, provides them with meals!: Or a Pirouette puppet's ad libitum capers,
Whose toe 's in his head, and his head in his heels! Ye critics, who jingle your bells at your ease,
And flourish on foolscap appropriate wit, Put both round your noddles instead of O. P.'s,
And seeni to the Stage what ye act in the Pit. So I shall no more in astonishment gaze,
So ye will no longer the reason dissemble Why guineas are thrown to Da Ponte, * and Des Hayes,
And shillings regretted to Shakspeare and Kemble.
[Frog the same.]
O Venus, regina Cnidi Paphique, &c.
Soft partisan of amorous doxies,
But patronize our Private Boxes.
To Hart Street lead the London Graces, .
With bosoms bare, and brazen faces.
Oi girls fantastic, gay, and jolly ;
* The Opera House Poet.
THE OXFORD CHANCELLORSHIP.
[From the Morning Post, Dec. 2.) MR. EDITOR, IT seems a curious circumstance, that the respective
friends of Lords Eldon and Grenville are, on the ensuing election at Oxford, to be entertained, the former at the King's Arms, the latter at the sign of the Cross. Upon this subject I send you the following
You cannot be long at a loss;
Those of Grenville the sign of the *.
LETTER TO THE EARL CN, &c. &c. &c. [From the Morning Chronicle, Dec. 2.)
Gloucesker Lodge, Nov. 14, 1809. To send you an answer, my Lord, I of late meant,
Directly your Lordship had publish'd your statement; But I kept it, by Pd's good Duke to be read, Which I cannot accomplish--because he is dead.
Thus the realm lost a patriot for uprightness noted ;
So I now shall expunge, with most scrupulous hands,