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"Well answer'd, Doctor," said the sapient College;
Some are for curing Britain's Constitution.
[From the same, June 11.]
EPULS'D in the city, our patriots seek
The Free Masons' Tavern, to gorge and to speak.
Let each mind his business, who fain would do good,
[From the same, June 13]
ONCE, 'tis said, perhaps 't is true,
Brutes could talk as well as you;
But that, often interfering
Since then a few have learnt a smattering,
In blustering language, loud and warm,
Of these, most sure to find a place,
A few were geese, graz'd on the Downs-hill,
Foxes will not be far distant.
The conclave met, the chair is taken,
Of selling places, giving pensions,
To which they all declar'd pretensions.
The Foxes' knowledge was most thorough
usually consumed; and appoint larger allowances of bone to all mutton chops. I remain, Sir,
Most profoundly yours,
June 8, Swan Tavern, near St. Martin's Lane.
[From the Morning Post, June 18.]
-E'en such a man, so woe-begone!
HEN Wardle began the political line,
The world all predicted his speedy decline; But his friends, as excusing, one reason would quote~, 'Twas a contract refus'd for an army great coat. But when on reforming abuses he spoke,
For the coat they agreed-his reform was a cloak.
HEN Uproar for Freedom no longer shall pass,
For the use of our army, then chang'd to a drum,
[From the Morning Herald, June 18.]
"Laugh at the pert and foolish; if they're sore,
IE splenetic conversazionis which have prevailed for some days, amongst those who could not reasonably have expected to receive cards of invitation, are whimsical beyond measure, and would afford matter in plenty for an additional scene to the School for
Scandal. The following sketch of a dialogue that took place a day or two past, may give some idea of various other colloquies, which the disappointed hopes. and pride of the mortified and resentful have called forth:
Lady BAB RESTLESS, Hon. Mrs. UPTONGUE, Miss JUNIPER, and Sir HARRY EASY, seated.
Sir Harry Easy. Nay, nay, every body, you know, my dear Lady Bab, could not have been thought of. Lady Bab. But if you please, Sir Harry, nobody of my rank in life ought to have been forgotten!
Miss J. Lady Juniper, my mamma, might have had tickets for us both, had she condescended to owe an obligation to a page of the back stairs.
Sir Harry E-. I don't doubt it, my dear.
Hon. Mrs. U. For my part, I can bear any mortification but silent contempt. My grandmother, by my revered father's side, was bedchamber-woman. to the Princess Dowager of Ws; of course, we call ourselves of the family, and therefore ought not to have been neglected !
Miss J. And sure there's no such mighty favour in it; for I am well informed, that there will be plenty of tickets on Wednesday morning, at Hookham's, dog-cheap, after all.
Lady Bab. What a ridiculous melange there must be! If all should come who are invited, there will be some miraculous appearances, as tickets are gone out to three Dowager Countesses, and two Baronets' widows, who have lain quietly in their graves for seven years, to my knowledge.-(General laugh.) Sir Harry. Very good, Lady Bab! Miss J. How preposterous!
Lady Bab. It can be but a Bartholomew-fair business, after all the fuss that has been made about it;
for Shn, who you know is manager, told me but this very morning, that he was obliged to send an express down to Birmingham for the acting horses to come up to entertain the company!
Hon. Mrs. U. How brutal!
Sir Harry. Too excellent, I fear, to be true!
Miss J. I heard him tell my mamma the very same thing, 'pon honour!
Hon. Mrs. U. Then as to the national good they talk so much about; though I think I am full as charitable as my neighbours, I cannot see what earthly good cau arise from setting the Spital Fields weavers, and other raw-bone fellows, to work in this way, who might be more usefully employed in fighting against that monster Buonaparte in Spain and Portugal!
Sir Harry. But surely, Ma'am thus dispensing bread to so many deserving families of the indigent, and in such distressful times-
Miss J. Nonsense, Sir Harry!-Have we not asy lums and workhouses for them in plenty?
Hon. Mrs. U. But you have a ticket, Lady Bab, no doubt?
Lady Bab. Not I.-Knowing what kind of affair it would be, I wrote to Colonel Thing-a'-me, desiring that I might not be troubled with a card.
Sir Harry. That's rather strange, Lady Bab! Pray how long may this kind of capriccio
Lady Bub. Not at all strange, Sir! Why, you heard me say a hundred times, that I would not have gone to it for the world.
Sir Harry. Certainly so-and there was so much fiction, as well as fancy, in the idea, that I have thought it worth while thus to record it in jingle:
"I would not go for all the world,