NAPPY AND JOEY." 183 Bessy Aris (Bessieres, whom we take to be a daughter of Governor Aris)-there will be plenty of prisoners taken; and if King Joseph be driven from Spain, it will be of no avail for him to talk of a Regnier, reign néar ! A PROFESSOR. 1 NAPPY AND JOEY. [From the Morning Post, April 19.] QUOTH Nap to Joe, with face of woe, Massena 's beat, in full retreat, "O dire mishap, just as Young Nap "O d--'d reverse! O fatal curse! “The charm is broke, and soon forsook So, Brother Joe, since things are so, TO THE EDITOR OF THE MORNING CHRONICLE. SIR, [April 19.] MY avocations leading me amongst pots and pans, I have been fortunate enough to pick up these reflections upon crockery, to which you are heartily welcome. After reading them, and being apprized of the determination of many Irish families, to have (in the event of the tax being laid) all their crockery-ware made made of pewter, I am sure our worthy Chancellor of the Exchequer will not persevere, but turn his attention to other sources of supply. I know of many, but will not reveal them, conceiving myself ill-treated in having been recently refused a small sinecure for my nephew, the secretaryship to the society for the discouragement of vice, and the promotion of religion and virtue, about to be established by Mr. Wilberforce and Lord Sidmouth at Botany Bay. I am, Sir, yours, TIMOTHY TINKER. REFLECTIONS UPON CROCKERY, SUGGESTED BY SOME RUMOURS RESPECTING THE INTENDED TAXES. "T IS said, to raise the ways and means, A tax on tea-pots and tureens, Lurks in the corner of the budget Sing Muse, what classes most will grudge it! Eaters of turtle soup will grumblė, As through the “deep profound" they fumble But folks must pay for luxury. But, oh! ye milliners! who toil Through cat-gut, tiffany, and foil, Of every varying degree, Who breakfast, dine, and sup on tea- Tea-pots are every thing to you! And shall the Minister attack This source of aliment and clack? The REFLECTIONS UPON CROCKERY. The fact I'm striving to disclose, I had from Croker and from Rose- First deem'd it right, then thought it wrong; By the light quivering aspen made; 185 } Oh! Oh! why embarrass and perplex Oh, Spencer Perceval, take care Of meddling with the crockery ware! Who smil'st a pension here, there nodd'st a place!' Forbid the deed-man's pride and woman's rage! } THE POOR POET'S CONFESSION. TIME-Sunset. SCENE-A Garret in Grub Street. [From the British Press, April 20.] I DO not seek a deathless name, I do not pant for classic fame- The A being DEPRECIATION OF BANK NOTES. A being I, of earthly breed, Of meat and drink stand more in need. DEPRECIATION OF BANK NOTES. TO THE EDITOR OF THE MORNING CHRONICLE. SIR,: [April 20.] 187 N. PERMIT me, through the medium of your valuable paper, to promulgate a discovery, at the present moment, I will venture to say, of the very first consequence, and which has eluded the observation of the battalion of pamphleteers who have been latterly scribbling on the subject-in one word, Sir, I propose, in our present dearth of gold, a coinage of Platina: this valuable metal is inore ponderous than gold, and very nearly as ductile; its superiority in weight I have esti mated by a series of interesting experiments, and find it exactly equal to the excess in heaviness of Mr. Glocester Wilson's pamphlet over Sir John Sinclair's. I now merely throw out this hint for the consideration of |