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ON MITRE COURT, FLEET STREET.
[From the same.]

"Principibus placuisse viris haud ultima laus est.' "-HOR.

PROPER terms here are met-for, whatever our forte, There's no way to the Mitre, except through the Court.

ON A SUNBEAM PLAYING ON A MASS OF SNOW; OR, ART AND INNOCENCE. [From the same.]

" Ad populum phaleras.”—PERS.

MARK, in yon beam, the world's destructive guile!

It melts us into ruin-with a smile!

PARODY OF HORACE. ODE 29, BOOK 1.

ADDRESSED TO THE FT L--D OF THE TY. [From the Morning Chronicle, Dec. 29.1

"Icci, beatis nunc Arabum invides
Gazis," &c.

BOLD P-1! you now aspire

To place and pow'r; than which no higher
Great Pitt himself could hold.

To gull the Commons you prepare,

Who, if they now are gull'd, will ne'er

Have been so gull'd of old *.

Your embryos of defence you hatch,
Garbled return, and sham dispatch,
Whatever foe looks at 'em,

You will not balk inquiry's whim;
Unless you 're as prepar'd for him
As Antwerp was for Chatham.

Non ante devictis.

What

What maid can you, what dauntless fair,
(Whose husband's gone the Lord knows where
Procure to aid your plan *;
By telling for you some such tale,

As that which made you all turn pale
Before glib Mary Anne?

What youth have you, from Cambridge hot f
(By Tory parents well begot,

And tutor'd how to press
His pious dread, his zealous hope
That still the House will watch the Pope)
To move the next Address?

Who will deny that rivers now,
Isis or Cam, may upwards flow;
Thames, refluent, with it haul t
Nine lawyers, (who have clubb'd their fare
From Westminster to Temple Stair;)
And float them to Vauxhall?
Since you at all your law-books laugh
Your fitting library of calf,

Your love of legal story;
And quit them all, to fight again
At home Iberia's sad campaign II,
And prove retreat is glory:
Since you, by Nature form'd to shine
In Law's low pettifogging line,
With luck that line to hit on ¶;
Have left the squabbles of the bar,
To guide the storm of real war,
And rule Imperial Britain.

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ON THE LATE EMPRESS JOSEPHINE'S
REMOVAL TO MAL MAISON.

[From the Morning Chronicle, Dec. 30.]

POOR Josephine now may run mad-avec raison-
To be freed from mal homme, she 's sent to Mal Maison.

M.

IMPERIAL REASONING.

[From the British Press, Dec. 30.]

"THE public good," said Bonaparté,

Requires, my love, that I should part ye.”

"Why part with me?" said Josephine.

"The public good requires a queen :"---
"Its greatest call is for a son,

The heir of Great Napoleon;

Whom I may educate and fashion,
To rule this great and mighty nation.
Yes: educate; for I intend

Some thirty years on earth to spend.-
By you, my Josephine, 't is plain,
A so I shall not likely gain.
But plain it is, that, on another,
I shall confer the state of mother-
'Tis only rational I shou'd,
Because on you I never could!"

A reason so convincing, sure,
The Empress could not long endure-
So Kings and Queens were brought to say,
They thought it clear, as was the day.
They met they said so 't was agreed,
Another wife must surely breed.

CHRISTMAS FESTIVITIES.
[From the same.]

AMONGST the amusements of the season, the fol lowing dramatic pieces have been performed, or

are in preparation, at the seats of the nobility :

The

The Margravine of Anspach-The Rites of Hospitality-A Day in Turkey-The Man of Fashionand Who Wins? or, The Widow's Choice.

Alnwick Castle The Hero of the North-English Hospitality-with The Roast Beef of Old EnglandConscious Lovers-and The Expected Wedding.

Lord Leveson Gower-The World in a Village— Matrimony-The Day after the Wedding-and The Honey Moon.

Countess Dowager of Kingston-The Refusal; or, Lady's Philosophy The Unexpected Visit-and Nat at Home.

Tullamore Park-The Vicegerent-The Connoisseur -Modern Antiques—and The Interlude of Taste; or, Lady Pentweazle.

Lady Cahir-The Romance of an Hour-and All in good Humour.

EPISTLE

FROM AN IRISH BLEACHER TO A LONDON LINEN

DRAPER.

[From the Morning Post, Jan. 3, 1810.]

GREAT orator of famous London city!

Thou more than Cicero in a Common Hall!
Bold as Lloyd Wardle-as Frank Burdett witty,
The prince, the pride of linen-drapers all!

Oh how I long to open a connexion,
A correspondence cultivate with thee,
Whose speeches fire my soul with disaffection,
To break her bonds, and set my country free!

I deal in dowlas, and all kinds of linen,

The best that Irish looms produce, I swear;
Send me an order-make but a beginning,
And thy commission I'll fulfil with care.
Thy principles I estimate so dearly,

(A prodigy of virtue sure art thou!) That on each invoice I a bonus clearly

Of six per cent, my fav'rite will allow.

By

THE VIGOROUS ADMINISTRATION.

By Commerce I've been pamper'd, and I thank her;
To me indeed she has been very kind.

Oh! could I bellow at the Crown and Anchor,

Like thee and Gale, how I would raise the wind!
For who can bear Corruption's taunt and fardel,
That has the spirit of a free-born mouse!
Give me such men as Waithman, Gale, and Wardle,
And soon I'll purify her tainted House'!
Threadneedle Street, and every senseless ninny,
That pins his faith upon its printed rags,
Should learn, like Gale, the value of a guinea,
While Wardle's merited subscription lags!
Then, worthy Waithman! send thy order quickly;
Make trial of my goods, though trade be flat;
As "hope deferr'd" is apt to make one sickly,
Haste, gratify a brother democrat.

Banks of Bann, Dec. 26, 1809.

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SAM. SHIRTING.

THE VIGOROUS ADMINISTRATION.

[From the Morning Chronicle, Jan. 4, 1810.]

Tune-" Abraham Newland.”

WHEN Billy went out on his duelling bout,

Says John Buil, "If you 're popt, who 'il succeed you?" Quoth he, "Never mind-little Percy you'll find, As well able to blister and bleed you.

When

Like me he'll bamboozle the nation,
And stick like a leech to his station,
Like me form a vigorous,
Rigorous, vigorous,

Vigorous Administration!"

Oh, what an Administration!

What a wonderful Administration!

What a wonderful, vigorous,
Able and rigorous,

Vigorous Administration!

thought it right with the Talents to fight,

For admitting of sects to their manger,
This little pale man crept into the divan,
Bawling out, that the Church was in danger;

That

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