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colour it was of. After being admonished by the man with the saffron eyes, that certain persons had been dismissed who asserted that it was copper-coloured, the slavering inan rubbed his eyes and said he thought it looked green; the man with the Rose said, black; and the man with the bag thought it was blue. The Head instantly bellowed displeasure, crying White, white, white; when all three fell on their faces and declared before God, that they meant white all the while, that they always thought it white, and would never believe it any thing but white while they lived, unless the Head should change its opinion. This being concluded, the person with the Hanoverian mustachoes ordered some others to be brought in; but 1 cannot at present enter into the frolics that ensued. Neither have I given so fully as they deserved the surprising answers of the Wooden Head. But all the way home I could not help repeating the words of my author, "No fui engannado del que te me vendió, cabeza sabia, cabeza habladora, cabeza respondona, y admirable cabeza." "He was a good contriver who set thee up, O head of wisdom, O talking head, questionanswering head, head all-wonderful."

The author of Don Quixote informs us, that, innocent as the Wooden Head was, the Holy Inquisition ordered Don Antonio Moreno to destroy it, lest it should take wind amongst ignorant people. In like manner, I cautioned my friend not to allow such frolics in his house any longer; because, although under the careless administration of the Foxes, Grenvilles, and Howicks, they might pass unnoticed; the more vigilant Birches and Castlereaghs would perceive the tendency they had to introduce the Pope and the Pretender.

Yours,

A SCHOLAR OF THE IMMORTAL DEPUTY.

April 10.

MELANCHOLY

MELANCHOLY SUICIDE.

ORONER'S INQUEST ON 66 THE TALENTS," &c.
[From the Morning Post.]

DIED, at his house in Westminster, Sir Bribery Broadbottom, long known in the political world, and deeply regretted by a numerous and needy connexion.

The death of this Illustrious Personage having been rather sudden, has given rise to many conjectures; for, though several serious and well-disposed people, adverting to the immorality of his latter years, seem inclined to attribute it to the Visitation of God, yet it is reported, that the Coroner's Inquest have returned a verdict of Felo de se, notwithstanding the alleged symptoms of insanity in the deceased, which were many, and forcible; and after all, the complete purulency and corruption of the whole body evinced, that the last rash act had only hastened a dissolution, the seeds of which were too deeply sown for medicine to eradicate.

His disposition to be flighty had long grieved and alarmed his friends. He was for ever planning Summer Expeditions, though he could not bear the least change of Place; and in settling his affairs would frequently be at considerable expense to audit accounts, of which the net balance, perhaps, did not amount to three farthings.

The subsequent illness which led to the last fatal act, will long be a warning to those who, in the hour of health, are apt to slight medical advice, since THE DOCTOR was not called in till the case was entirely desperate.

In fact, THE DOCTOR was an orthodox Churchman, a sound Protestant. Sir Bribery himself was rather partial to the communion of the Romish Church, was surrounded

surrounded by Priests of that persuasion, and, like Mother Cole, used to express great satisfaction at the thoughts of " dying a Roman." HINC ILLÆ LACRYME!! He would not listen to the Doctor, but persisted with great violence in running his head against a new strong Party Wall, which unfortunately proved too hard for it, and which, as we learn from a friend of his at Somerset, had been just completed by himself with much care and expense for this very pur

pose.

This rash action was the proximate cause of his death, and the Coroner's Inquest was founded upon it. He died without confessing his sins, and with a WAFER in his mouth, having entirely lost the power of SWALLOWING; a circumstance the more remarkable, as, previous to his late nervous affection, he had been known to swallow the largest and hardest substances, with a facility truly astonishing.

He will be buried, according to his sentence, in the King's Road, where four lanes meet; and an obelisk will be erected over him with the following inscription :

Here all the VIRTUES round the tomb are crying,
Where ALL THE TALENTS still continue lying.

April 11.

CHURCH AND KING,

AND DOWN WITH THE RUMP.

[From the Morning Post.]

FIELD-MARSHAL Broad-bottom determin'd to spring A mine, that should blow up the Church and the King; So made ample confession, in Catholic hope,

Was absolv'd in due form, and then bless'd by the Pope.

Derry down, down, down derry down,
Down with the Rump then, and

Down derry down.

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As the noise of the Workmen grew louder and louder,
Our valiant old Monarch began to smell powder;
For he cried, as he drew forth his trusty Toledo,
"Let those fly who will; Heav'n fail us, if we do."
Derry down, &c.

Friar Temple affirm'd, that the blast of the fire
Would blow down the walls, and demolish the spire;
And his myrmidons, during the triumph of Arson,
Would
carry the chancel, and butcher the parson.
Derry down, &c.

Then the felons advanc'd, full of hellish design,
In close columns, and slow, to give time to the mine:
When a petulant whelp cried, " Quick, march!" in the

van,

Then 't was "De'el take the hindmost," and onwards they

ran.

Derry down, &c.

Deans, Rectors, and Prelates, were all in a stew;
Buz wigs, shovel hats, and lawn sleeves all look'd blue,
When they saw the folk charging in headlong career,
And the "Faith's firm Defender" alone know no fear.
Derry down, &c.

Thus too soon came the Papists, urg'd on by blind fate;
But your mine, when once fir'd, for no man can wait,
Off it went with a crack, as they cross'd its direction,
And sent them to wait for the next resurrection!

Derry down, &c.

Heads, arms, legs, and trunks, flew in strange disarray,
The Rumps of the Grenvilles alone dimm'd the day ;-
When the Baron's the height of the firmament won,
Herschell swore to a total eclipse of the sun.
Derry down, &c.

Thus George and the Church 'scap'd these pestilent elves;
These miners, who nought could blow up but themselves;
Then Protestant Britons replenish your bumpers,

And drink "Church and King, and down with the
Rumpers."
Derry down, &c.

NEW

THE

NEW PUPPET SHOW.

[From the Morning Chronicle.]

HE Westminster Company of Independent Performers being lately dissolved, and it being thought highly desirable to encourage a taste for Pantomime, Spectacle, Melo-drames, Legerdemain, and Bartholomew Fair entertainments, a new puppet-show has been recently established upon a larger and more expensive scale than any ever before exhibited. No pains have been spared to procure the very best Automata extant, remarkable for a certain degree of voluntary motion, combined with the utmost docility, and obedient to the slightest touch of the springs which set them in motion.

A few friends have been admitted to a rehearsal, which, however, from the unfinished state of the machinery, was entitled to every indulgence. The Theatre is in the form of a Chapel, dimly illuminated by a number of transparencies, the principal of which represent the burning of heretics, assassination, massacres, a conversation between the Pope and the Devil, and other subjects calculated to bring to the recollection of the spectator those dark ages when mumming and puppet-shows were in high repute. Thẹ stage, as usual on such occasions, is furnished with a semi-curtain to conceal those managers, performers, or scene-shifters, who either wish to be invisible, or are ashamed to be seen.-After waiting a considerable time, some person having called out "Manager," a voice from behind the curtain replied, "Wha wants me? Mun I be the Manager-Weel, come awa lads, be steady, and mind what I say-Recollect what you are-You are Automata, mere puppets; you are greatly to resemble the idols of old in the hands of crafty Priests. You are to have eyes, but to see not; ears, but to hear not; speak you may, but, like wise fools,

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