PETITION FOR A THIRD THEATRE, GREAT Sirs, behold how Kemble doats! To classic taste a stranger; His Pegasus is fed on oats, His Muses bite the manger. Then let him too the bridle bite, ODE IN COMMEMORATION OF THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE BIRTH DAY OF THE RIGHT HONOURABLE WILLIAM PITT. WH [From the Morning Post, May 28.] HEN mortals quit this earthly sphere, Repose, inglorious, on the bier, Nor general sympathy inspire;. Though friendship their departure mourn, The mantle of oblivion throws. Not such his fate (whate'er his birth) Upon his course with awe we gaze, Amid the wise, the brave, the great, Or perish'd for their country's weal; If peerless one,-'mid souls so blest, That man was Pitt,-Britannia's pride! The factious curb'd, the base controll'd. Nay, baneful as th' electric beam, Mocking the bolts at FREEDOM hurl'd, All that the hero, patriot, sage Votive to worth so great, each year And stamp his image on the heart; That, till the spark of heavenly flame, Which fires each bosom, cease to glow, Britons may venerate his name—^ The source from whence their comforts flow. ANA EPIGRAM EPIGRAM ON MR. C'S NEW CURRICLE. TOM Tropic, one day, in his way to Long Acre, By chance met a friend-an unmannerly Quaker; T will charm all the town, Sir! the plan is my own; B. C. PICTURE OF A POET. [From the Morning Herald.] NO. 79.-Portrait of Walter Scott, Esq. author of the Lay of the Last Minstrel, Marmion, &c.; by H. Raeburn. Go, gentle reader, to the EXHIBITION, if thou hast not been there already, to regard this portrait. It is the effigy of the poetical and renowned sheriff of Selkirkshire, and the tulip of Paternoster Row. Lo! the bard sits complacently upon the rocks of Parnassus (for it is an ungenial region, that never yet yielded either cabbage, or carrots, or brocoli, or potatoes, or Scotch kail, to its famished occupiers) looking disdainfully upon the rational mob in the low vale of industry! The small speck that may be seen as glimmering through the ether, is Mistress Luna, who is breathing her divine influence upon the sensorium! The little agent with the quizzing-glass, who is couchant in the corner, is the illustrious Monk *****, a wholesale dealer in the marvellous also, and who doth not disdain (to use a modish apology for arro The motto. gance) gance) to steal the skeleton of a thought from other men; as he is now in the commission of a literary misdemeanour, and filching a young Marmion in MS. from the breeches pocket of his too thoughtless asso ciate! The hole which the wizzard is digging in the back ground, is meant for the Inferiæ, or sacrifices to the Dii manes, or souls of deceased heroes, such as Jack the Giant Killer, Mr. Thomas Hickathrift, &c. &c. Hark! the "Comet of Caledonia" is now chanting in confident importance, while a brace of old nurses are brushing away the guats and musquitoes of criticism from his radiant head-By the inass, he is now pouring forth an invocation to the present mistress of his affections!-Ecoutez, mon ami. TO THE LADY OF THE LAKE, GREETING: Or gathering cockle-shells to deck the grot, To shield thy matchless beauties from the weather? Sweet, if you love me, come away, Upon this brae, Dear Lady of the Lake. I've trac'd, in my mind's eye, a water king; Then I heard generated monsters sing, As Wonder blew the horn from Terror's tower ! RADICAL REFORMERS. I saw a ghost, last night, of muckle state, fyl And then it wept, I'm sure it blear'd a pail full. Who came from Walcheren with laurell'd Chatham, And when the filthy kine annoy'd the sprite, It scoop'd the faces up, and threw them at 'em! THEY Sweet, if you love me, come away, Upon this brae, Dear Lady of the Lake. A NEW PALACE. [From the same, Juné 4 ] 239 HEY write from Paris, that the first stone of a magnificent palace is laying for the royal residence of young Nap; but that probably before the builders have accomplished their work, his tyrannic sire may be compelled to find out a more humble residence for his illustrious race! A pasquinade on this occasion was placed on one of the Venetian horse's tails at the Tuilleries, which is thus translated: "A royal house for Master Nap THE RADICAL REFORMERS; OR, A WAY TO CURE THE BRITISH CONSTITUTION. [From the Morning Post, June 5.] WHEN Dr. Last the tooth-ach was to cure, He said his remedy was safe and sure. "What is it?" said the learn'd of Warwick Lane ; “ I pull all out, though only one gives pain." "Well |