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[From the British Press, Sept. 30.] SOME noblemen and gentlemen are preparing to

celebrate the jubilee with private theatricals. The following pieces are in rehearsal for the occasion :

Mr. Wardle-Plot and Counterplot-He is much to blame-Such Things are Trial’s alband, The Upholsterer.

Mrs. Clarke-Hear him out-Stop him who can More Secrets than one--and, The Sixty-third Letter,

Lord Chatham-Delays and Blunders-He would be a Soldier-The Humours of the Army; with. Bria tons strike Home.

Lord Wellington—The Wild Goose Chase-The Fatal Vision and, The Wanderer.

Lord Castlereagh_The Revenge Better late than never-and, Who would have thought it ?

Mr. Canning—The Double Dealer-The Artificeand, More Ways than one.

Lord MulgraveThe ConnoisseurThe Chapter of Accidentsand, 'Tis well it is no worse.

Lord Eldon, Mr. Perceval, and Co.- Pic Nic entertainment–The Plotting LoversThe Perplexed Couple-Try again—and, Any Port in a Storm.

Lord Castlereagh *The False Friend: Who's the Dupe ?-and, The Duellist.

Mr. Perceval—The Last ShiftThe Devil to Pay and, All in the Wrong.

Lord Westmorland and Lord Camden-The Per-plexed Couple-False Delicacy-and, All for the Best.

* It will be observed', that some of these private theatres are to have different performances on different nights.





Mr. Saunders Dundas-The Wheel of Fortune The Agreeable Surprise-and, Gei Money, my Son.

Mr. Canning— The School of Arrogance- Duplicity -Plot and Counterplot—and, Out of Place.

Mr. Croker-Who is he? Fortune's Frolic-Seeing is Believing-and, The Bashful Man.

Mr. Wardle-Work for the Upholders-The Cruel Gift-and, The Double Deceit.

Mrs. Clarke-The Sea-side StoryThe Biter lite and, A Trip to the Nore.

Covent Garden Rioters--Liberal Opinions Much edo about Nothing—and, The Humours of Bow Street.

The Duke of Richmond - The Man of the World Free and Easy-and, All in good Humour.

The Marquis Wellesley-He would and he would not--The Way to win Him--and, Speculation.

The Ministers-The Cabinet The Three and the : Deuce--The.Dilemma and the favourite Song of The

Story of Woe, harmonized for three Voices, by Lords • Eldon and Liverpool, and Mr. Perceval.

Right Hon. John Foster-A new Way to Pay Old Devis The Farmer--and an Interlude, called All in the Family Way.

Countess of Clare-As you like it-and, The Widow's Choioe.

Colonel Prendergast Smyth-He would be a Soldier
The Goodnatured Man-and, Love's Labour Lost.

Mrs. Clarke-The Comical Lovers--The Intrigues of a Morning-Time's a Tell-tale-and, Trial's all.

Mr. Croker----The Humours of the Navy-Dead ^ Alive-and, Not at Home.

Marquis Wellesley—The Sultan; or, A Peep behind the Curtain-Just in Time-and, As you like it.

Lady Mary Crawford Lindsay-The Lady of the Manor-Thé Trial-and, Much ado about Nothing.

Colonel Wardle-The Conspiracy Try again-The Deaf Lover--and, Hear him out.


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Mr. Giles-The Beaux Stratagem-A Bold Stroke for a Wife-and, The Heiress.

The Orange Knight—The Busy Body-The City Wife's Resent ment-and, The Relapse; or, Virtue in Danger.

Mr. Galindo— The Beggar's OperaMore Ways than one--and, Raising the Wind.

Mrs. Siddons-The Friend in Need-Fatal Friend. ship-and, 'Tis well it's no worse.

Mrs. Galindo_The Inquisitor— The Fruits of a single Error-More Secrets than one—and, The Exile.


PLASTER for a weak-backed ricketty Adminis.

tration, which has lost its two eyes, and also the use of its limbs. Doctors Grey and Grenville are allowed to possess an infallible cure for this shocking malady: but they insist, that the whole subject is bad, and that the remaining members are, in fact, as peccant as those that have dropped off, being little better than proud flesh, without any vital principle, and as such that they ought to be cut away. The poor patient, now quite exhausted, we fear has not spirit and strength to undergo the operation; and as the disorder admits of no other cure, a few days of miserable existence are all that remain. The case being, therefore, desperate, his best and sincerest friends now ardently hope that he may be soon released from his sufferings; a hope in which they are cordially joined by every friend to his country, and humanity.

[From the British Press, Oct. 2.)


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[Oct. 5.]
T is with heartfelt grief that I am thus publicly

obliged to address you on a subject of much national importance;–1 shall briefly state the cause of my pain, without making any further comment.-Having had the pleasure of seeing a card of invitation for a grand festival, to be held on Monday next, in honour of the Earl of Chatham's birthday, as Mastergeneral of the Ordnance, I thought it but a proper due of praise to so great a man; and immediately inquired if the Poet Laureat, Mr. Pye, was applied to for an ode on the occasion; I was answered in the affirmative; but, baving a grand effort to make " on account of a much greater jubilee, and his fire being naturally low, he was fearful, if another ode was put into the poetical oven, both might be forced to come to table but half done, which would did his name for ever!!!"

Sir, you now know the cause of my grief; yet, determined that this great General should not have a birthday jubilee without an ode, I seized the poetic pen, and wrote as follows:

ODE, To be sung on the 9th Day of October 1809, at the New

London Tavern, Cheapside, by all the Servants of the
Ordnance Department, at a celebrated Birthday Jubilee,
given in Honour of the Right Hon. the Earl of Chatham's
grand Victories in Walcheren and other Parts, Master.
general of the Ordnance, &c. &c. &c.

STRIKE the lyre in lofty strains,
Sing of war and dire campaigns,
Tell the world of dangers vast,

Tell the deeds of glory past :
Free from battles lost--safe from battles won,
Th’immortal Master-gen'rai Chatliam 's come;

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'T was he who led his fifty thousand men,
T was he who conquer'd gloomy Walcheren!

Mark the hero's laureli'd brow,
Bend, ye captives, bend and bow;
Let the cannons loudly roar,
Glory's lost in one uproar!
Hail his triumph on this day,
Nymphs with flow'rs shall strew the way.
Now the clarion, now the drum--
Hark the shout of joy's begun!

Warriors ! ne'er
With him compare,
For if ye dare

We'll not despair
To give a vengeance due !

From short repose,
At ten he rose,
Fix'd cravat on,

Till nearly one,

Then march'd to grand review;
At four, view'd stubborn Flushing from afar,
At six, on turtle din'd amidst the war;
O'er watchful claret mark'd each nightly storm,
He drank, he fought (at chess) till three next morn..

Arriv'd in pomp, arriv'd in state,
So shall he banquet with the great;
Now the hero's plac'd on high,
Shouts of rapture rend the sky!
Now they sing of Flushing's fall!
* Bear the standards from her wall;
Greater than the Granic fight,
Is this wondrous work of might.”

Like Bacchus crown'd,
He looks around;
He deigns to nod,

He seems a God:
One frenzy seizes all-

" Drink we!..drink we!
A three-times-three;
Who'd live to see

(The day ne'er be)
Our Master-general fall !!!"


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