THE TEARS OF MARGATE. 25 We will not pledge ourselves for the literal verity of either of the above accounts, though we believe that each is substantially true. The following is the remnant of a descriptive ditty which hath been made upon this unpleasant occasion, and is now sung through the Isle of Thanet, and promises to be as popular as "Chevy Chase," or " Malbrook." It is attributed to the powerful and poignant pen of Mr. Fawcett, the comedian, who is now here on a flying visit to Hygeia, to buy half a yard of health for winter's wear; and who is well known to be au fuit on such emergencies. God prosper long our noble King, Pray read, Sir Clement Cottrel, read, Nor Paris, nor Vienna. Where will the difference be betwixt Shall Elegance be now defunct.? Shall Phryne flaunt where Virtue danc'd? Should Envy smile when Monarchs bleed Mild as Favonius greets the rose, VOL. XV. C Let Let tulips close their calices, Bid recreant Loyalty demand A Drimmundah from "Shelah." He was a man of mighty soul, I've left my handkerchief at home, Margate, Aug. 20. THE CONTINUATION. [From the same.] IN Margate, Aug. 22. N order to methodize, and, if possible, to soften the habitudes of some of the piebald gentry who visit this renowned port, Mr. Le Bas hath issued the following official announcement: "The Master of the Ceremonies requests that no gentleman will come to the rooms in boots, or pantaloons, or trowsers (military gentlemen in uniform excepted), as they will not be admitted, it being contrary to the orders and regulations of the place." The ensuing lines were posted, last night, under this Ukase of authority: Tut! tut! Le Bas, ne'er fume and fret, And go, and live at Dover. Here Vandal force, and impudence, Have strangled manners, wit, and sense; Here THE TEARS OF MARGATE. Here the swill'd sons of riot swear; SYMPTOMS OF MAGNANIMITY. 27 We are informed, from the highest authority (locally considered), that yesterday morning the Sieur Le Bernard, M. C. of Dandelion, called upon his august competitor for fame and fortune, the Sieur Le Bas, M. C. of Margate, Ramsgate, Broadstairs, and Bath, to inquire the state of his health, after his recent row with Colonel and Captain -; when the domestic delivered the following consolatory bulletin: "Much recovered, though a little uneasy in mind yet.-Dreamed of a pirouette at 3 A. M. and kicked down his panado: but the feverish indications are abated, and his complete restoration to pristine health may be looked for with confidence." On hearing this, the polished regulator of movements at Dandelion proudly exclaimed, like a Christian, a gentleman, and a chevalier, as he is, "I thank my stars!" This instance of benignity was not lost; for the moment that the Sieur Le Bas heard the liberal ejaculation, he descended (sine cucullo), like a flash of lightning, to the foot of the stairs, and pressed his rival to his swelling bosom! This fraternal hug was not ineffectual; for the Loves and the Graces saw it, with transport, from the edge of a blue cloud that hung over the North Foreland, and dispatched a young zephyr, to signify their pleasure at this felicitous reconciliation, and, at the same time, to deliver the following billet d'amitié, signed by the whole party, viz. "In all the globe, but heroes two we know, THE THE RUSTICATED CANTAB. [From the British Press, Sept. 5.] DREAD worthies, I bow at your shrine, In the room which we term combination, Alas! why did you choose rustication? That my conduct was wrong, I must own, And your justice am forc'd to acknowledge; But can I in nowise atone For my fault, without leaving the college? In the mind of each fine jolly fellow, If ye were to relax in your sentence. ; I'd carefully mend my behaviour. So, ye Reverend Dons-[caret pars!] These A SCENE FROM THE CRITIC. These two heroes were hurl'd from the skies, Jove a travelling fellowship gave them. If to grass sent from Oxon or Granta, Which flow from a well-fill'd decanter. A SCENE FROM THE CRITIC, PERFORMED AT THE HOUSE OF CORRECTION. [From the Morning Chronicle, Sept. 26.] Enter Governor with hair properly disordered. A GOVERNOR. HEMISPHERE of evil planets reigns! And every planet sheds contagious frenzy! My great swell pris'ner and his pal are flown! But hark! I'm summon'd to attend the bench; C 3 29 Perhaps |