SECOND SIEGE OF SARAGOSSA, Not so with thee, thou pride of Spain! Still sons of Arragon remain To fight for Saragossa. In house by house, in street by street, Huzza! for Saragossa. SECOND SIEGE. Again returns Napoleon's harde Hangs over Saragossa Arragonese! so brave, so true, If ever branch of laurel grew, That branch should form a wreath for you, Who fought in Saragossa Again to vast exertion call'd, By shot, shell, and explosion gall'd, Firm stood thy sons and unappall'd, Unequall❜d Saragossa! Though wasting flames around thee curl'd, Defiance still her flag unfurl'd, In gallant Saragossa, O'erwhelm'd by numbers and o'ercome, No hand to parley beat the drum, Still true at heart, sullen and dumb, Banks of Lugar. Fell, glorious, Saragossa. 77 See Vaughan's Account of the Siege of Saragossa, where a picture of devoted patriotism is exhibited, which must make every heart beat quicker that is not base or torpid.. Painter and Brewer; but the former, although showy, and a good figure, is a horse of no performance. General, we understand, is matched to run against Mi. Dundas's Melville, at the ensuing Bogside races, in Scotland. Second Class of the Oatlands.-Best of three heats. Mr. Grant's Raker, formerly Master of the Rolis Two 5 5 Sir Wm. Curtis's b. h. Contractor, aged; Sir Charles Price's bh. Courtier; and Alderman Shaw's Scotch Galloway Boo,-forfeited. - Two to one upon the mare, before starting; three to one upon her after the first heat. We have often had occasion to notice the performance of the mare; but upon the present occasion she more than answered the expectation of those who backed her, and they were not a few. Although stinted to Dowler, and with a foal at her foot, she went off in style, and nothing could catch her. It was originally intended to start the noted mare Mother Carey for this plate, but she did not answer in her sweats. With the exception of Mother Clarke, no mare, horse, or gelding, ever won so much upon the York course, as Mother Carey. Subscription purse of 1500 guineas, for fillies rising four years old. Mr John Buli's f. Miss Tailor, walked over. Magna Charta stakes. Best of three heats. Mr. Warcie's bl. h. Impeacher.. Mr. Whitbread's br. h. Brewer Mr. Radnor's b. c. Folkstone. I I 2 2 Two dead heats between Brewer and Folkstone.-Betting, before starting, ten to one against Impeacher. His Royal Highness the Duke of York's bright bay horse Oatlands, having violated the King's plate ar THE FLOWER OF THE CITY. 69 ticles, was declared by the Jockey Club incapable of ever running for any of the King's plates hereafter; and his rider having crossed Mother Clarke, and having been weighed and found light, was also declared incapable of ever riding any more for this or any other of His Majesty's plates. The match, Mother Carey against the field-Off by consent. Miss Favourite, own sister to Mother Clarke, was also declared incapable of running for a King's plate, having been entered as a filly, and proving, upon examination, to be past mark of mouth. An objection was taken to Mr. Wardle's Impeacher, the winner of the Magna Charta stakes, upon the ground that he had been figged, but it was overruled. THE FLOWER OF THE CITY: A PARODY. [From the Morning Chronicle, April 6.] HE Flow'r of the city, so gaudy and fine, THE 'Midst proud ones the proudest, was erst known to shine! It spread its gay leaves, and it show'd its rich clothes, And to all (less in consequence) turn'd up its nose! Till a blight, a sad blight, from a Democrat wind, Struck the sensitive plant both before and behind. It felt the keen blast; all its arrogance fled, And the Flow'r of the city hung, hung down its head! The Flow'r of the city, thus doom'd to despair, Droops, pines, and with wailing impregnates the air! Tells its pride and its folly (the cause of its grief), While the tears of repentance encumber each leaf! But vain are its tears, or the fate it bemoans, The world, the base world, gives but hisses and groans! For ever! for ever! its proud hopes are fled, And the Flow'r of the city hangs, hangs down its head ! WOWSKY WINKLES. THE A LAMENTATION, [From the same, April 29.] WOLSEY." Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness." SHASP. HEN. VIII. A H! heard you not yon distant yell * Of Viscount Castlereagh ? In dear Saint Stephen's now a shade, The tongue of Castlereagh. Poor Perceval! how hard to part! But hark! the pair their fate discuss, Like Nisus and Euryalus ‡, Thus Spencer speaks, and falt'ring thus PERCEVAL. "Dear Viscount, what most woeful slip! "Twixt reading and a writership §, My heedless Castlereagh! "Let me some snug reversion throw But, ah! I dare not, Viscount-No. That Bankes, that hateful bill ||—0! O! My hapless Castlereagh !" This is supposed to allude to the common, though not very ele gant or melodious, cant of Hear, hear! as a note of approbation in the House of Commons. + Vide the Premier's speech on Lord A. Hamilton's motion. The classic reader will refer to his Virgil or his memory for the parallel of this unrivalled episode. § It is to be lamented that any author should descend not only to a pun, but to a bad one, on so grave an occasion. The renewal of which was thrown out most wisely the other day, as premature, by the Minister. LORD A LAMENTATION. LORD CASTLEREAGH, "And must I, must I then resign? What, all these places, power of mine? Might screen poor Castlereagh. "Oh! had I learnt the Doctor's rule †, "For once, dear Pennyt, I'll be brief, From Canning's friendship, Windham's grief, "Go, say (for thou canst gloss things well) The Union || of all virtue fell, When fell thy Castlereagh." Their sighs, their tears (an ocean's tide) So thus ingloriously died The Statesman Castlereagh. MORAL. Young senators, ere yet too late, Shun, shun the shoals, the sands of state, And raise a beacon on the fate Of Viscount Castlereagh. 79 * Vide Wilberforce on Political Christianity; cum notis sanctorum by H. Thornton, I. H. Browne, &c. &c. This verse is inexplicable, unless two noble members of the Upper House will lend a key to the Addington cabinet. A familiar school-appellation of the Minister; the corruption of Spencer, who, being an enemy to all corruption, will deem this a personal as well as grammatical liberty, I fear. This word has no reference to a celebrated Irish measure, and we trust it will raise no uncharitable recollections in the reader's memory De mortuis, &c. &c. |