son, trusting much to the liberality of a British audience, as all the first-rate performers are in disgrace. Those members of the society who have notoriously made the most of their former inferior situations, will be carefully promoted; the candle-snuffers who have made the most of their candle-ends, will be placed in a line more suitable to the display of their talents; and the scene-shifters who have been most successful in their deceptions upon the public, will meet with all due encouragement. Those gentlemen who have hitherto been always unsuccessful, will be now placed elsewhere, every man being fit for something. It is presumed, that as they have hitherto failed wherever they have been tried, their new situations must be those for which nature designed them. To complete the number of characters necessary for a great National Theatre, a selection of young men has been made from those who have shown most spirit when brought before the public in the late popular piece called the Royal Culprit. The company will commence the season with a new tragi-comic Farce, called the Administration, or the No Popery Rump. The part of Expedition will be given to a promising young nobleman, who, having twice failed in his attempts upon Cambridge, has been thought peculiarly adapted to the character. Old Conscience and Bigot are to remain, as the parts cannot be better filled. Ways and Means will be moved into the Treasury, the necessity of this change being obvious. The duel-scene between Intrigue and Prosy must, it is feared, be omitted. Great hopes are entertained of being enabled to procure the public favourite J. Kemble, whose present concern is declining so fast, and who has shown himself so admirably qualified to take the principal part Old Vigour. of MR. ( 301 ) MR. PERCEVAL'S SONG FOR THE JUBILEE. [From the Waterford Mirror.J Tune-" Ye Warwickshire Lads and ye Lasses." I. YE Westminster lads and ye lasses, Let's see how your Jubilee passes; For myself, I am sad; Yet the lad of all lads is your Treasury lad. Though you may be glad, &c. II. To be sure, when I think how I pleaded, And now when I see, I'm the top of the tree, One should think that no lad was so happy as me. And now when I see, &c. Yet the truth is, that even John Kemble For the fate of his playhouse can't tremble So much as I do For my playhouse too, When the season begins, lest the thing should not do. IV. So much as I do, &c. I'm afraid that I have not much reason To expect such good luck as last season; "The No Party men" Will be at me again, And my company's d-bly damag'd since then. The "No Party men," &c. V. Here are two of our lads who 've been fighting, Will never go down with the " No Party men." So our old farce again, &c. VI. Then this d-ble thing about Canning, We betray'd Castlereagh, What the d-l, I wonder, will Wilberforce say! How with faces so gay, & Ga VII. Poor Wellesley has got, too, his nose in; That the practice was new, For he 'd tried it himself, on a Nabob or two, He denied it was true, &c, VIII. When the Wellesleys all voted so hearty, Did not know the trick then, But now we shall have it again and again. The "No Party men," &c. IX. Then, alas! I have lost my best joker; For only us two, To play all our pieces-the old and the new. I'm afraid it won't do, &c. X. There's the d-ble Dutch expedition, There's the curs'd Putney Heath exhibition; Are pathetic and new, But, by Ch-t, Ally Croker, they never will do. These pieces, 't is true, &c. XI. To be sure, there's the crack Spanish actor, He turns out so so, And whether to hire him again I don't know. But poor Baron Douro, &c. XII. IMPROMPTU. XII. When I think how the guns we were firing, Of his march to Madrid, When he'd only just time to get off as he did. And to write as he did, &c. XIII. Then to think of his hum-bugging letter, Where he says "how he thinks it was better, Whilst he went and fought Ney," When he left his sick lads, and himself got away. That Cuesta should stay, &c. XIV. Then "the times we live in," I'm afraid of Will play off their trick, And again I shall hear of that curs'd Quintin Dick. The No Party chick, &c. XV. So, my dear Ally Crøker, your hand, Sir, This piece is not new, Yet, perhaps, after all we have seen, it will do. And though it is true, &c. IMPROMPTU. [From the Morning Post, Nov. 9.3 E Masters of Oxford, to rise who intend, YE 303 A fig for Lord Eldon-make Grenville your friend; For though Eldon might give a few livings perhaps, There's Grenville may get you all Cardinals' caps. THE 'TIS THE CHALLENGE AND THE REPLY. [From the Morning Chronicle, Nov. 10.] "Omnibus et lippis notum et tonsoribus.”—HOR. THE CHALLENGE. St. James's Square, Sept. 19, 1809. IS needless for me, Sir, to make any rout, I find you propos'd, in a secret debate, Tow'rds the close of last session, that I might be sent, You knew mighty well, Sir, that had I but known, Yet though I write this, I am free to confess, Nor |