Who takes his lesson night and morn,
His creed and speech from Parson Horne;
Say-is not he a roundhead?

Yes! though no little band he wears;
He is a crop in all but ears,

Both church and king he loaths,

Would arm a Chelsea invalid
Against the friend that in his need

Gives him both food and clothes.

But where's Horne Tooke, their quondam leader?
Is he from faction a seceder,

And has he turn'd from evil?
His milch-cow Bosville (hither sent,)
Says he's on other business bent-
He's posting to the devil.

Ere delegates like these be sent
To work reform in Parliament,

And cleanse Saint Stephen's dome,

Let the reforming knaves begin
To purge themselves of vice and sin,
And work reform at home.

THE CROWN AND ANCHOR CONVENTION.

[From the Morning Post, June 13.]

BRITAIN'S Constitution weeping,
See her fate approaching fast,
If her pilots long lie sleeping,
Heedless of the threat'ning blast.

Busy Faction, full of rancour,
Eager to exite a storm,
Musters at the Crown and Anchor
All the bullies of Reform.

Btt, W -le, windy W-th-
In the foreground figure there,
G-db-re, another great man,

Fills with noisy pomp the rear.

Now

FASHIONABLES.

Now Reform the tocsin sounded,
Loud applause rings through each room,
Wondering Westminster rebounded
With Corruption's awful doom.
Revolutionary measures

Form the order of the day-
Needless taxes--squander'd treasures-
Boroughs-bribes-and w-res in pay.

Hugs of love, fraternal kisses,

Then in coarse exchange went round-
Toasts and speeches-songs and hisses,
As the maggot bites, abound.
Moderation soon was banish'd,
If she chanc'd to speak a word-
And good manners quickly vanish'd
From a scene so gross, absurd.
Now with wine and nonsense weary,
The reforming crowd withdrew

Night, beneath her mantle dreary,
Ne'er conceal'd a noisier crew.

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CADWALLO:

FASHIONABLES.

[From the British Press, May 24.]

THE month of May, in London, resembles the time of the carnival formerly at Venice; a succession and variety of amusement and pleasure not to be described. We have been favoured with the following list of dramatic pieces that have been in rehearsal for a niature performance:

MINISTERS-The Three and the Deuce; Deaf and Dumb; Appearance is Against Them; and The Doldrum.

HOWICK CASTLE-The Constant Couple; The Tender Husband; and The Happy Family.

The Earl of LIMERICK-The School of Arrogance; The Man of the World; and He would if he Could.

Lady

Lady HAMILTON-A House to be Sold; and Who Wins? or, The Widow's Choice.

Sir HOME POPHAM-Guilty or Not Guilty; and Thirty Thousand; or, Who's the Richest?

Sir A. PAGET The Assignation; The Elopement ; and Who Would have Thought It?

Mr. HIBBERT-The Family Party; Double Wedding; and All in Good Humour.

Viscount PRIMROSE-The Honeymoon; and The World in a Village.

Sir FRANCIS BURDETT-The School of Reform; and The Committee.

Lord GLENTWORTH-The Minor; Love Laughs at Locksmiths; and Catch Him who Can.

Lady BORINGDON All for Love; Retaliation; and The Runaway,

Lady GLENTWORTH What cannot Beauty do? The unexpected Wedding; and As you Like It.

The OPERA HOUSE-The Managers in Distress ; False Appearances; and The Bow Street Opera.

THE

ROYAL ACADEMY.-EXHIBITION.

[From the Morning Chronicle, May 25:]

HE press of temporary matter must form our excuse for having omitted some very striking specimens of the English school. The parliamentary recess, however, affords us an opportunity of noticing a few of the most considerable.

No, 2464-The Inquiry. This picture is the production of an honorary artist, and does credit to his pencil. The glare which prevails throughout has been objected to, but it is evident that it proceeds from two causes the brilliancy of so many military dresses and the strong sunshine which the painter has thought ne cessary to give an equal light to every part of the picture. The females are curiously grouped, although,

perhaps,

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perhaps, brought a little too forward; but the general colouring is warm and tender.

No. 3791--The Dutch Commissioners, by Mr. BOWLES. This artist had lately started as a rival to Wilkie, or rather to Teniers, whose manner is very happily imitated. The furniture, consisting of Dutch toys, cheeses, butter, &c. is depicted with humorous fidelity, and being placed on pamphlets exhibits a curious contrast. The main figures, however, appear to us rather unnatural. We know no country in which servants are allowed to help themselves to what wages they like. But with this exception the picture has wonderful merits, as exhibiting the original propensities of nature, with the modern improvements of art. The distant prospect of a groupe of reformers seizing a pot of porter is in this artist's best manner; and the constables apprehending a man who has just stept into an alley strongly reminds us of Teniers. Upon the whole, there is a freedom of touch, from which great things may be expected, if artists like Mr. B. meet with suitable encouragement.

No. 4689-Sadler's Wells, a sketch by Mr. CHATEAUREAGH. This is a sketch by an Irish artist, who is probably a performer at Sadler's Wells. He is painted leaping over the heads of a majority of the persons present, and lighting down in his own place without injury. The subject is as well managed as can be expected, but the countenance of the performer does not please us, and those of the spectators are deficient in proper expression.

No. 3968-The Lottery-and St. Luke's, its companion, by Mr. CHANCELLOR. These are unfinished. sketches by an artist from whom better things might have been expected. He does not, in truth, appear to have studied his subject with much attention.-In the minutia, the wheels, the chains, and the cells, he is very correct; but the general design and execution

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are irreconcilable; and the most we can say is, that the two pictures are well calculated as companions. The gallows, in the offskip, is not a very pleasant object, but strictly in nature.

No. 2984-Cleopatra yielding up her Life—A piece in the Dutch style, and in which all the circumstances are travestied. Instead of the asp, we have a thing resembling a book, and a groupe of curious personages tearing the leaves and burning them, and covering the wounded places with bits of yellow metal. As a work of fancy, this picture has considerable merit, but there is a breadth of light which shows the whole to be extravagant, and we are persuaded will never be the subject of imitation. The artist has very properly concealed his name.

AN EPISTLE

FROM ONE OF THE PEOPLE CALLED QUAKERS, TO AN EMINENT BREWER.

[From the Morning Post, May 30.]

ET grov'ling patriots seek applause,

By propping Freedom's tottering cause-
I sing a different aim.

I sing of one who soars above

Such paltry things as they approve,

King, country, freedom, fame.

Forgive me, if I do thee wrong,
Sam W -d! in my simple song,
By hopping it too high;

The bitter may the strength preserve
Of that which sweetness would unnerve,
In times so hot and dry.

Thy father's liquor was our boast,
But thine its character has lost,

For ever lost, I fear!

Yet Thames its ancient fame maintains,
But thou, it seems, prefer'st the Seine's
Foul water for thy Beer.

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