Now I have shown you this Administration,
Without flattery or depreciation;

If you don't like the sketch,

Send it on to Jack Ketch,

And he'll hang up this Administration.

Nov. 6.

ON SEEING THE NEW PEERAGES IN THE
GAZETTE OF TUESDAY LAST.

[From the Morning Chronicle.]

BOLD Robin Hood and Little John,

As ancient legends say,
Their neighbours' chattels seiz'd upon,
And robb'd on the highway:

But in those rude and distant times

Plain honesty was taught,

The King proclaim'd them-"Wicked Crimes,"
And thieves were hang'd if caught.

Ct and G

-r, better known,

As modern tales repeat,

Attack our neighbours, burn their town,
And rob them of a fleet.

Alas! how chang'd are England's laws,

Vice triumphs in our fears,

Honour's Cause,"

E. G.

And makes them British Peers.

The King proclaims it

Νου. 6.

SHIP NEWS EXTRAORDINARY!

[From the same.]

ARRIVED the Cockle Shell (Minikin, commander), from Lilliput, after an extraordinary quick passage. An ode has appeared in one of the papers devoted to the interest of the Big-Endians, of which we have attempted the following translation:

"Tis notorious,
What rapture,
At a capture
So glorious
All Lilliput felt,
When we spied
The foe's pride

So fast tied

To the end of his belt.

Though a stranger
Our danger
Determin'd to share,
He strips to his buff,
And for Lilliput's rescue,
Swims away to Blefuscu,

Though the seas were so rough,
And the distance so far.
Then his brave pair of spectacles
Became the receptacles

Of the arrows so bright

That were aim'd at his sight!
Yet, ye Gods!

Though such odds,

How he tore,

From their shore,

Many more

Than a score

Of their stout men of war!

But giant Gambier,
Unparallel'd Peer;

Though he with less pains
Had his pull at the Danes,
Where was the merit,
The skill, or the spirit,
In sharing the sight,
Not the toils, of a fight;
His hands in his pockets,
And nothing to do,
But look at the rockets,
And laugh at the show?

AN

AN ADDRESS

TO BE GIVEN BEFORE THE DINNER, AND TOASTS AFTER, ON THE ENSUING CIVIC FEAST AT GUILDHALL, . 9, 1807.

RA

[From the same.]

AGOUTS, Fish, Soups, Wild Ducks, and Capons,
This day our festal table grace ;

Port, Sherry, Hock, Champaigne, and Claret,
Crown the homogeneous mass.

With straining throats, capacious stomachs,
Let us gorge in spite of sorrow,
Pain and head-ach, broth and gruel,
We will banish-till to-morrow.

To his Blest Shade, who sav'd the State,
Alike in war and finance great;

Of Statesmen which this world e'er saw
Most honest, wisest, greatest-Pshaw !

BY ALDERMAN CS.

I give as a toast the three glorious C's,
Our Church, Constitution, and King:
Then fill up full bumpers to three noble V's,
Wine, Women, and Whale-fish-ing.

Nov. 7.

BY ALDERMAN B-CH.

Mars, noble Mars, is all my boast,
Turenne and Pyeman be my toast.

BY THE SHERIFFS.

Feeling hearts to rigid Gaolers;
Solace to the child of woe;
Freedom to all guiltless Debtors;
Justice, ever sure, but slow.

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NEWS

NEWS FROM NORTHUMBERLAND.

MR. EDITOR,

[BY EXPRESS.]

[From the Morning Herald.]

Nov. 7.

YOU OU cannot be ignorant how your cursed town and the politics thereof have ruined one of the finest young men of the North. We sent him up to you above twenty years ago, as proper a youth as you could set eyes on, very straight grown, quite 'cute in the head, and in high spirits for getting at the top of all your politicians. Ah! your place soon spoilt all this! In a few years he began to droop, and got at last quite down-hearted. He would associate with nobody but one Mr. Secession, a gloomy conceited fellow, that would never show his face where there was any body cleverer than himself. In conversation with this fellow, he would always be talking of some Pitt in the South, that had been the ruin of them both, by being too deep for them. Melancholy marked him for We used to call him a sort of a young Robin Grey. To be sure he did recover a bit last January twelvemonth, but then that did not hold above a year and a quarter. About last March; something happened, what it was I do not know, but it threw him all aback again. A little before this he had been uncommonly thoughtful, and was often overheard repeating to himself

her own.

--"The Bill's the thing Wherein to catch the conscience”.

and there he would stop, and nobody could hear a syllable more. Well, as I was saying, in March it was that this matter happened, and made him worse than ever. Poor gentleman! he came down here, and went, one day in May, to our county town, to

get,

get, I suppose, something for the good of his spirits, and, would you believe it? another cruel thing happened there, crueller than all before. He came back so dismal we could scarce bear to look at him. He was full of sad fancies. Sometimes he thought himself glass, and that he was seen through. Then he seemed to think himself a deed, or a letter, for he was always talking of his being unscaled. Very often he would say he was pierced through the heart, and would over and over again call out "There's Percy for you there's Percy for you!" Thus he has gone on all the summer; but the worst of all was the night before last-you know what a day the fifth of November is here: well, that night, he actually dreamed that the unenlightened vulgar had made a Guy Faux of him, and burned him. You may be sure he could not be very well pleased to be thus made light of for their amusement or instruction. It is a sad thing, Sir, to see him now fancying himself a piece of charcoal, and going, as he says, to be sent to London, to be there mixed up with some other materials, and made into gunpowder for blowing up the Parliament.

Oh! Mr. Editor, these are sad doings, and all proceed from some ill beginnings in the South. I shall say no more about them for the present; only I hope there will be a law for preventing any more fifths of November in these parts; and I wish you to assure this unhappy gentleman, that he will not be sent up by us to Parliament in any shape whatsoever!

Νου. 10.

SANCHO PANÇA, Jun.

ON THE ART OF SCREAMING.

MR. EDITOR,

S

[From the Morning Chronicle.]

As the public have now had leisure and opportunity

to recover from the shock occasioned to their finer feelings by the late accident at Sadler's Wells (which,