THE TEMPLE OF RAGS. The devil's work 's far easier than of old; When melt its hard-earn'd fruits like vernal snow! No more our comforts, wealth, and power we draw Triumphant Germans, bless the glorious hour No raging thirst within his bosom glows, To crush these isles that still his plans oppose, That from his grasp the world's great prize withhold,- Nor is it gold the caitiff would purloin, He longs for nothing but our gold in coin! VOL. XV. 193 Facts Facts unexplain'd are manag'd still with ease, To puzzle others, be yourselves confus'd, you and me. And such, my sons, are not for LINES TO THE MEMORY OF OUR BRAVE COUNTRYMEN WHO FELL ON THE HEIGHTS OF BARROSA, VINDICATING THE RIGHTS OF OUR INJURED ALLIES, AND ADVANCING THE GLORY OF THE BRITISH ARMS, MARCH 5, 1811. [From the British Press, April 26.] PEACE, peace to the turf of the slain! Their toils and their conflicts are o'er; Of the bugle the soul-stirring strain At the grim-setting watch of the night; They THE CIRCUS VERSUS COVENT GARDEN. They liv'd by their country ador'd, Fear'd by those 'neath the tyrant's command, Who tremble at liberty's sword In a Briton's invincible hand. They fell 'mid the shouts of the brave, 'Neath the standard of Freedom lies low. Who fell in the battle's bright blaze. To mix in the battle no more. Glasgow, April 18, 1811. 195 W. Y. THE CIRCUS VERSUS COVENT GARDEN. [From the Morning Chronicle, April 29.] Haud secus exarsit quam Circo taurus aperto. OVID. As pleas'd as John Bull when the Circus is open'd. Free Translation. THOUGH Kemble and Elliston change their pursuits, The men at the Circus still acting like brutes, To say Covent Garden 's most vulgar, is malice K 2 When When Betty, and Mudie, and brats, were the rage, And why should not cavalry share in the glory? H. EPIGRAM. [From the same.] BEING ask'd, "Why in England we've paper for gold?" A satirical jade, who let nothing escape her, Gave an answer at once both convincing and bold— "Where there's plenty of rags, there is plenty of paper." QUIZ. INTENDED DEVICE FOR AN ILLUMINATION. [From the same, April 29.] AMONG the expected illuminations through the town, none, according to report, are to be more brilliant than those preparing for exhibition at the Bank of England. A large sun is to surmount the grand entrance, surrounded by many smaller stars, emblematic of the paper system. One great luminary, the national bank, in the centre, and its tributary planets, the country banks, revolving round it, some of them in orbits so eccentric, as to give a lively idea of insolvency-the various transparencies are executed with a spirit and ingenuity that do infinite credit to the talents of the different artists. A colossal portrait of Mr. Pitt on silver paper, is much talked of; the feet rest on the shoulders of the Directors, who are represented kissing them with the utmost devotion! the head terminates in a kite. In another compartment are VERSES WRITTEN IN WESTMINSTER, ABBEY. 197 are the signs of the zodiac brilliantly coloured-Sir John Sinclair is mounted on Aries, who is represented as galloping backwards; Mr. G. Wilson holding up his tail-motto, Abstract currency. Lord Castlereagh was so condescending as to sit for Virgo, and the likeness is said to be striking. Libra is properly omitted, as there are no more guincas to weigh; and the partnership is dissolved between Gemini (as the Papists split one of the commandments), to complete the number of the signs, and atone for the necessary omission. To enumerate all the devices, would be an endless task: suffice it to say, that in splendour, taste, and magnificence, if this illumination has ever been equalled, it has never been, nor ever will be, surpassed. EPIGRAM ON THE RETREAT OF MASSENA. [From the General Evening Post, April 30.] MASSENA, Fortune's favourite son, Swore he would make the Britons run; And did so-How?-Refrain from laughter- OWEN AP HOEL. VERSES WRITTEN IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY, WH AFTER THE FUNERAL OF THE RIGHT HON. CHARLES JAMES FOX, OCT. 10, 1806. By Samuel Rogers, Esq. [From the Morning Chronicle.] 7HOE'ER thou art, approach, and, with a sigh, Venez voir le peu qui nous reste de tant de grandeur, &c. |