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humanity, take such steps in these premises as may relieve your Petitioners from this their distressing pre dicament, and restore them, and the drama in general, to their proper place, and their appropriate functions. And your Petitioners, as in duty bound, will ever make you laugh.
[From the Morning Chronicle, May 6.]
[From the same, May 7.]
No more the poet's strains engage
Our admiration of the stage;
CIRCULAR ADDRESS TO THE FRIENDS OF
AS PERFORMED BY MAJOR J. CARTWRIGHT,
AT THE SELECT MEETING HELD BY THOSE GENTLEMEN ON THE 6TH OF APRIL.
CONTAINING THE ORIGINAL SENTIMENTS AND LANGUAGE OF THE CIRCULAR LETTER SINCE DISTRIBUTED AMONG THE SUPPORTERS OF THAT GOOD OLD CAUSE.
[From the Morning Post, May 8.1
AIR" Sir, prior to the Revolution."-See Address in the Morning Post of Friday last.
SIR, prior to the Revolution,
Notwithstanding all the teaching
Rights from Magna Charta preaching,
We never have had or have heard of;
An old constitution that never existed,
Old rights which our ancestors always resisted, And many wise people despair'd of.-(Da Capo.)
We'll recover and 'stablish fair Liberty's reign;
"Those whose guide is truth," &c.
The men whose guide is truth are the enlighten'd,
This is the way to tranquillity;
But falsehood, fraud, force, and oppression,
Or even for common civility.
"As the beneficial effects,”. &c.
As nine parts in ten
Of those who attend at our meeting,
If a few would but come
They should not complain of their treating.
Would give an eclat to the party,
Though in person they fail,
We'll swear that they're all well and hearty.
Then, Sir, let me put
Your name at the foot
Of my list, and believe an old stager,
If your friends too should come,
And I rest your obedient, MAJOR.
THE PRINCE'S ABSENCE FROM THE CEREMONY OF LAYING THE FIRST STONE OF THE VAUXHALL BRIDGE.
[From the Morning Chronicle, May 11.]
AN arch wag has declar'd, that he truly can say
Why the Prince did not lay the first stone t' other day: The Restrictions prevented-the reason is clear; The Regent can't meddle in making a pier.
STATE OF THE COIN.
TO THE EDITOR OF THE MORNING CHRONICLE.
HAVE been lately taking what Mawworm calls an excrescence into the country, to keep up my in terest with my constituents, and prevent any other candidate from insinuating himself into the repair of their pots and their frying-pans. It is with sincere satisfaction that I perceive, on my return, the complete adoption of the schemes proposed in my former letters, and that my coadjutors the State Tinkers (who are so laudably polishing the handle of the State Kettle while they are boring a large hole in its bottom) have so thoroughly entered into and adopted my plans. No man, though I say it who should not say it, takes a warmer interest in the welfare of my country than myself. I never replace the nozzel in the extremity of a decayed pair of bellows, without glowing at the hope of a Reform in Parliament; or solder a tin spout on a dismantled teapot, unmoved by the services of the Bullion Committee: judge, then, of my rapture at the adoption of the Irish plan of a depreciated currency, and the oracular words" a new coinage is about to be introduced to the public, and directions
have been already given at the Mint for the imme-
It is, I must confess, Mr. Editor, with genuine complacency I look upon this realization of my Irish plan. The Irish early saw the necessity of marrying depreciated silver to depreciated paper, which now, like man and wife, jog on very contentedly together. In England there was a balance of impediment in the obstinate prejudices of John Bull, which are at length happily giving way-his note is changed as well as depreciated he no longer grumbles at the disappearance of guineas, and will pocket these representatives of shillings with just as much glee as Perceval pockets any other Representatives; and every man will walk about with a Parliament of counter-votes in his purse, in which the alloy will universally obtain a dead majority. I am, Sir, your humble servant,
HORACE, ODE XXII.
Vili potabis modicis Sabinum
[From the same.]
TO J. P. Kemble, Esq.
COME, Kemble, thou chivalrous wight,
And tipple my humble Brown Stout; 'T was bottled and seal'd on the night When Timour the Tartar came out.
The Theatre set up a bawl
On seeing his cream-colour'd hobby, That made Shakspeare shake in the hall, And startled the Muse in the lobby. Thalia, Melpomene-shrews!
A fig for their Ladyships' ireHalf your stage is already a Mews, I offer you Meux's Entire!
THE LONG-EARED REFORMERS.
[From the Morning Post, May 14.]
THAT Asses once could speak we know,
And that shrewd beast which Balaam rode,
Once on a time a general meeting.