A nobler, worthier foe is now in view, For Whitbread e'en proclaims thee cruel too; ON THE ELOQUENCE OF A CERTAIN PEER. [From the Morning Post, March 4.] WHY, when our Patriot speaks, will he persist To bear the hardest knock, he or the table?- " "T were better far he'd thump it with his head." C. T. ON TOM, A DYER. [From the Morning Chronicle, March 4.] TRANGE was the destiny, thought I, That while all others live to die, He only dyes to live. THE STUDIOUS MAN'S PRAYER IN MATRIMONY. [From the same, March 5] AMAN, whose studies occupied the day, C.T. And sometimes trespass'd on the peaceful night, Disturb'd by noise, was overheard to say: O, Heav'n! I thank thee for the dear delight Which marriage lends, past, present, and to come; But crown my joys, and let my wife be dumb." # 2 1 ON A STOCK-JOBBING PARSON. BY A CHELSEA PENSIONER. [From the same, March 7.] GOOD Parson Scrip, each coming week, He then exhorts his flock to seek Their Int rest most in Heaven. But yet these prayers, of which he speaks, His Int'rest most the Parson seeks A NEW COMEDY.' [From the British Press, March 8.]' A NEW Piece, entitled "How to conciliate the Regent," has been recently brought out, and is now performing at a certain Theatre in Downing Street. It is not the production of a single pen, but of a Junta, who have clubbed their wits; but, like most modern pieces, it boasts little novelty. In the intrigue, the structure, and the materials, even to the minor incidents, it is confessed to be a mere plagiary from the dramatic works of the late Mr. Pitt, with the addition of a few hints from Machiavel. The introduction of the Royal Dukes as "great loobies, and boobies with corals and bells," having excited universal disgust upon the first representation, that gross and scandalous part of the spectacle has been omitted; and it is now proposed to introduce them all, with the Regent at their head, in a graceful style, mounted upon their hobbies. We are confident, however, that the Authors and the Manager will fail also in this attempt, and that they will find the Regent, although necessarily an actor, is no puppet. Even this idea of the the hobbies, it must be seen, is borrowed from Blue Beard, as performed at Covent Garden. The scenery and decorations of the new Piece are miserable-indeed there is little of either-a circumstance that has excited universal disapprobation, as it is well known to the audience that the Theatre possesses both, upon the most rich, costly, and splendid scale. To supply this defect, the Manager, in the excess of his generosity, while he withheld the old, proposed to purchase a new wardrobe and decorations, and that the public should pay for them! This offer has, however, been indignantly rejected by the principal Actor, and the public loudly applaud his spirit. LAW AND REASON. AN EPIGRAM. [From the Morning Chronicle, March 9.] UR statesmen all boast, that, in matter of treason, TO LUBIN;-ON HIS WRITINGS. FROM THE FRENCH. [From the same.] averse or prose alike you 're bad, Your prose is poetry run mad bras 22019 16 Your poetry is prose. Y. TO HIS R-L H-SS THE P-CE OF W-5, R-G-T OF THE UNITED K-DOM OF G-T B-TAIN AND I-LAND. THE WOFUL ADDRESS AND LAMENTATION OF PETER GRIEVOUS, SAWNEY M'CHOAKER, CARRICK [From the Morning Post, March 9.] AH! with what qualms and sneaking shyness Warm as an oyster in our love. Our hearts with strong affection run sick Each ass about his rights may bray, Whilst now (though 't is but nolens volens,) That by divine sad visitation Our King can't govern this great nation, Who never did the matter mince, But always, though oft sorely tried, Sure, were your powers not clipt so small, But, But, from incorrigible dulness, Thus to address against our will. That our first dawn should be so clouded, We make of our own wrongs no mention. (By laws "the Talents" once enacted) Of ministerial Hottentots, By which our blood and treasure's wasted, As our bills prove, on Newgate pasted, Showing decisions by the quorum, Of the renowned British Forum ; Which still, though gagg'd and jawlock'd, croaks, And shilling orators convokes. Must we not rave to see the Minister With glossy speech, yet cunning sinister, On royal stilts uplifted, gull With vile deception good John Bull: We've |