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Some carry little sticks—and one His eggs—to warm them in the sun : Dear ! what a hustle And bustle ! And there's my aunt... I know her by her waist, So long and thin, And so pinch'd in, Just in the pismire taste. Oh to what are men —Beings so small, That should I fall Upon their little heads, I must Crush them by hundreds into dust!

And what is life and all its ages—
There's seven stages 1
Turnham Green : Chelsea! Putney! Fulham |
Brentford ' and Kew
And Tooting too!
And oh! what very little nags to pull 'em.
Yet each would seem a horse indeed,
If here at Paul's tip-top we'd got 'em,
Although like Cinderella's breed,
They're mice at bottom.
Then let me not despise a horse,
Though he looks small from Paul's high cross t
Since he would be as near the sky,
Fourteen hands high.

What is this world with London in its lap 1
Mogg's Map.
The Thames, that ebbs and flows in its broad
channel ? --
A tidy kennel.
The bridges stretching from its banks
Stone planks.
Ah me! hence I could read an admonition
To mad Ambition
But that he would not listen to my call, . "
Though I should stand upon the cross and ball.

Pu Rity of ELECTION. The day of election is madman's holiday, 'tis the

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The vicart of art A. Y. In good king Charles's golden days, When loyalty no harm meant, A zealous high-church man I was, And so I got preferment: To teach my flock I never miss'd, Kings are by God *. e And damn'd are those that do resis, Or touch the Lord's anointed. And this is law I will maintain . Until my dying day, sir, - That whatsoever king shall reign, I'll be the vicar of Bray, sir. When royal James obtain'd the crown, And popery came in fashion, The penal laws I hooted down, And read the Declaration: The church of Rome I found would fit Full well my constitution; And had become a Jesuit, But for the Revolution. And this is law, &c. When William was our king declar''. To ease the nation's grievance; With this new wind about I steer'd, And swore to him allegiance : Old principles I did revoke, Set conscience at a distance; Passive obedience was a joke. A jest was non-resistance. And this is law, &c. When gracious Anne became our quee

The church of England's glory, Another face of things was seen. And I became a tory

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golden day of o which every voter, on that day, ** to market, and is his own salesman; for man at that time being considered as a mere machine, is

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him King George, he lib at tora side wara, he hab ting on he head, call him crown, and a grand ting, all sam com basket; so breren, Goramity bless you all.—AMEN.

reprlocup. To TYRANNIC LovE. Spoken by Nell Guyn, when she was to be carried off dead by the Bearers To the Bearer. Hold are you mad, you d-d confounded dog? I am to rise, and speak the epilogue.

To the Mudience.

I come, kind gentlemen, strange news to tell ye;
I am the ghost of poor departed Nelly.
Sweet ladies, be not frighted, I'll be civil : T
I’m what I was, a little harmless devil;
For after death, we sprites have just such natures
We had, for all the world, when human creatures:
And therefore I, that was an actress here,
Play all my tricks in hell, a goblin there.
Gallants, look to"t ; you say there are no sprites;
But I'll come dance about your beds at nights;
And faith you'll be in a sweet kind of taking,
When I surprise you between sleep and waking.
To tell you true, I walk, because I die
Out of my calling, in a tragedy.
Oh poet, d-d dull poet! who could prove
So senseless to make Nelly die for love?
Nay, what's yet worse, to kill me in the prime
Of Easter-term, in tart and cheesecake time !
I'll fit the fop; for I'll not one word say,
To excuse his godly, out-of-fashion play;
A play which if you dare but twice sit out,
§...} all be slander'd and be thought devout.
But farewell, gentlemen ; make haste to me;
I'm sure ere long to have your company.
As for my epitaph, when I am gone,
I'll trust no poet, but will write my own:
Here Nelly lies, who, tho' she liv'd a slattern;"
Yet died a princess, acting in St. Cath'rine.t
DRYDEN.

* her real character. + The character she represented in the play,

Jonas, The Jew conju Ror. coffee and the book of interest, supply the tempo

• I wants of necessitous men, and are sure to out wife." Among the many characters that have played upon had they even the cunning of a Fox.

the passions of the public, Jonas, or the card-playin conjuring Jew, cut a figure in !. way. He coul make matadores with a snap of his fingers, command - - - :--> the four aces with a .. and get odd tricks— Wo: you". Priscian, but there are a great many people in London, besides|o on to eja chain silly fool this man, famous for playing odd tricks, and yet no Eme sing from her . 3. conjurors neither. This man would have made a . is—love . disgus great figure in the law, as he was so dexterous a con-|Iti. Tom. that arises isguises, veyancer. But the law is a profession that does not|F.m. ra. . from stolen glan want any jugglers. , Nor do we need any longer to |T. . end of all rom giance, load our heads with the weight of learning, or pore v. * †† but hash! for years over arts and sciences, when a few months || o have vou see me blush.” practice with pasteboard pages can make any man's || "... psi.” o a modern modish wife fortune, without his understanding a single letter|.. Marriage iss .dour, fashion it. " of the alphabet, provided he can but ; the cards. A j ; to. and iii, so snap his fingers, and utter the unintelligible jargon of fail. ii. orjet and Psi - r presto, passa, largo, mento, cocolorum, yaw, like Then for Finale, an words y Lady" this Jonas. The moment he comes into company|. §. . . . . ão— absurds!" and takes up a pack of cards, he begins—“ I am And .. hearts and silly heads. no common slight of hand man; the common slight And oaths, and ‘betes.’ and arate ** of hand men they turn the things up their sleeves, y o sep and make you believe their fingers deceive your eyes. An aged bachelor , W hose life —Now, sir, you shall draw one card, two cards, three Has just been “sweeten’d" with a wife, cards, four cards, five cards, half a dozen cards, you o out the latent froyance thus: look at the card at this side, you look at the card at |, Marriage is—odd ! for one of us that side, and I say blow the blast; the blast is Tis worse a mile than rope or tree, blown, the card is flown, yaw, yaw ; and now, sir, I Hemlock, or sword, or slavery : will do it once more over again, to see whether my An end at once to all our ways, fingers can once more deceive your eyes; I'll give Dismission to the one-horse chaise; any man ten thousand pounds if he does the like- Adieu to Sunday call and Plgo . You look at the card of this side, you look at the Adieu to wine, and whist, and wig , card on that side, when I say blow the blast, the our fiends turn out-out wives are oup. toblast is blown, the card is flown, yaw, yaw ;” but Tis exit Crony,'— enter Captain. this conjuror at length discovering that most practi. Then hurry in a thousand thorns; tioners on cards, now-a-days, know as many tricks Quarrels and compliments—and harns! as himself, and finding his slights of hand turned to This is the yoke, and 1 must wear it; little or no account, now practises on notes of hand by Marriage is—Hell, or something near it. discount, and is to be found every morning at twelve “Why, Marriage.” says an Exquisite in Duke's-place, up to his knuckles in dirt, and at Sick from the supper of last night, two at the Bank coffee-house, up to his elbows in “Marriage is—after one by me ! money, where these locusts of society, over a dish of . I promised Tom to ride at

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afrnple countryman, who had in his person all tealth and vigour which a rustic life affords, and t the age of thirty-two, having, three years - married an honest maid, of whom he always ared doatingly fond, was attending her corpse at rave with many heavy sighs and floods, of tears. e end of the funeral-service, as they began to = zrave with the earth, he wrung his hi. tore and was ready to throw himself into the

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round, and seeing who it was that spoke to him, in a fit of ecstasy replied, “Egad, so I will, to-morlow, if thou wilt have me.” PhotoGUE TO THE IN consta NT,

Like hungry guests a sitting audience looks:
Plays are like suppers; poets are the cooks:
The founders you: the table is the place:
The carvers we : the prologue is the grace :
Each act a course; each scene a different dish:
Tho' we're in Lent, I doubt you're still for flesh,
Satire's the sauce, high-season'd, sharp, and rough;
Kind masks and beaux, I hope you're pepper-proof.
Wit, is the wine; but 'tis so scarce the true,
Poets, like vintners, balderdash and brew.
Your surly scenes, where rant and bloodshed join,
Are butcher's meat; a battle's a sirloin :
Your scenes of love, so flowing, soft, and chaste,
Are water-gruel, without salt or taste.
Bawdy's fat venison, which, tho' stale, can please:
Your rakes love haut-gouts, like your d-d French
cheese.
Your rarity, for the fair guest to gape on,
Is your nice squeaker, or Italian capon ;
Or your French virgin-pullet, garnish’d round,
And dress'd with sauce of some—four hundred pound.
An opera, like an oglio, nicks the age ; -
Farce is the hasty-pudding of the stage;
For when you're treated with indifferent cheer,
You can dispense with slender stage-coach fare.
A pastoral's whipt cream ; stage whims, mere trash ;
And tragi-comedy, half fish and flesh.
But comedy, that, that's the darling cheer;
This night, we hope, you'll an Inconstant bear:
Wild fowl is lik'd in playhouse all the year.
Yet since each mind betrays a different taste,
And every dish scarce pleases ev'ry guest,
If aught you relish, do not damn the rest.
This favour crav'd, up let the music strike :
You're welcome all–Now fall too where you like.
FARquhar.

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In an Act of Parliament made in 1815, entitled “An Act for the better regulating the practice of Apothecaries,” there is a very salutary clause, which enacts, “that from and after the first day of August, 1815, it shall not be lawful for any person (except persons already in practice as such) to practise as an apothecary in any part of England or Wales, unless he or they shall have been examined by the Court of Examiners of the Apothecaries' Company, and shall have received a certificate as such.” The first conviction under this Act took place at the Staffordshire Lent Assizes of 1819, before Sir William Garrow, when the Apothecaries' Company brought an action against a man of the name of Warburton, for having practised as an apothecary without being duly ... The defendant it appeared was the son of a man who in the early part of his life had been a gardener, but afterwards set up as a cow leech. The facts were stated by Mr. Dauncey for the prosecution, and supported by evidence. Mr. Jervis, for the defence, called the father of the defendant, Arnold Warburton, to prove that he had * as an apothecary before the passing of the ct. Cross-eramined by Mr. Dauncey. Afr. Dauncey. Mr. Warburton, have you always been a surgeon 3 Witness appealed to the judge whether this was a proper answer. The Judge. I have not heard any answer; Mr. Dauncey has put a question. Witness. Must I answer it? Judge. Yes: why do you object? Witness. I don't think it a proper answer. e Judge. I presume you mean question, and I differ from you in opinion.

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