ALAS! POOR FALLEN SIR FRANCIS ! ELEGY WRITTEN IN WESTMINSTER HALL. [From the Morning Post, May-20.] THE Judges toll the knell of Burdett's fame, For me no more the flaming press shall teem, Nor lick my feet the ill-got wreath to share: Of weekly scribes, can raise my drooping head. 2 Can golden box *, though worth a hundred pound, Back to poor Burdett bring his forfeit fame ? The boast of popularity's short hour, And all that faction gains by means most base, Await alike exposure, dreaded power! The paths of folly lead but to disgrace. Yes; still my name to rescue from neglect, For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, On some frail prop sedition still relies, Some pious souls its frustrate arm admires; For ye, who mindful of my honours dead, Some crazy patriot shall inquire my fate, Ah, woe is me! some wicked wit will tell, "There to the nodding Members, luckless wights!. The City Box, refused by the Prince Regent, was 'proposed by draper Waithman to be given to the Baronet if his cause had suc ceeded; but, alas! it is destined again to go a-begging. "To PAPER CURRENCY. To prison sent, he swore they'd us'd him ill, The room * was powerless, as all should see ; The trial came, and British Judges still Refus'd to change the House's just decree. And now with judgment due, in sad dismay, He sees himself consign'd to public scorn; Approach and read, if thou canst read, the lay Penn'd in the Post, to Jacobins a thorn: EPITAPH. "Here hides his head, now humbled to the earth, A man to John Horne and his Faction known; Fair talents never smil'd upon his birth, 227 And Disappointment mark'd him for her own.. "Large were his wishes, but his lot severe ;: To Tooke he ow'd his fortune and reverse: He gain'd from John, 't was all his portion-shame ;: John gain'd from him, 't was all he wish'd-his purse.. No further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode ; Where they have met the awful test he chose, The judgment of his country and his God." ALFRED, SIR, PAPER CURRENCY. [From the General Evening Post, May 21.] TO THE EDITOR, &C. AM astonished at the assertion, that paper-money is depreciated. The following fact will, I trust,. convince you that you are mistaken. You must know, Sir, that I find it convenient to live upon my shifts, as the phrase is; I have tried various ones, but not *Room- -a name given by the Baronet to the British House of Commons. any with so much success as the following: About a month ago I sold a guinea, or rather bought a pound note," by which I netted 4s. The odd silver purchased me two dinners. On the third day I called at the same chop-house, ate my dinner as usual, and pulled out my one-pound note: "Oh, Sir," said the waiter, we have no change; I had much rather trust you." This was good-I finished my porter, and went away. Not having been able to raise the wind in shillings, I went the following day to another chop-house; ate my dinner-produced my note :- Upon my word, Sir, we must trust you-we have not five shillings in the house: d-n the Bank and its paper too, we shall all be ruined!"-" Bless the Bank and its paper too," thought I; and then left the waiter biting his lips with vexation at losing his "odd halfpence." This circumstance happened the day following at a third house; when I began to find that my one-pound note was as valuable to me as Fortunatus's Purse. I have only to eat my dinner, show my paper, curse the Bank, and live like a gentleman. Who now will say that paper-money is 'depreciated? Besides, the moral effects of this new system of "Ways and Means" are incalculable.I who, for these twenty years past, have been compelled to invent a weekly succession of frauds, have now reduced them to this simple one, of exhibiting a single one-pound note, which I came honestly by, in part of payment for a solitary bit of gold, which would hardly have furnished me with as many dinners as I have lived weeks on the credit of Mr. Henry Hase. I am, Sir, your most obedient, S. MAN [SIR, ALTHOUGH I do not profess to be an advocate for the managers of our theatres in all their mea sures, yet the attempts now making to excite a clamour against them, on account of the quadruped performers, are not, in my humble opinion, entirely reconcilable to the strict principles of justice. That all the blame should rest with those who have introduced horses, and none with the public which encourage them, is a paradox that demands some explanation. But it is not the only one which has arisen out of the present convulsed state of our theatrical repubJic; and I should suppose there must be something very ominous at the present crisis, since we see as many reformers and capitalists gathering about the stage, as gathered about France previous to her RevoJution. As to the question between the managers and the public, with respect to matters of taste, I am much inclined to think that the latter are more reprehensible than the former. What the facetious Jack Fuller says of the people, with regard to currency, I should be disposed to apply to them with regard to theatrical amusements:-"They will take tallow candles; they will take oyster-shells, or any thing." And without going farther back than about thirty years, the period of my own remembrance, I think I may venture to say, without danger of contradiction, that the public has taken any thing. In 1781, they submitted to; but that is a weak word; they eagerly patronized, the transformation, as it was called, of the Beggar's Opera; when the male characters were performed by women, and vice versa; which was surely as gross a violation of |