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EPIGRAM ON MR. C'S NEW CURRICLE.
TOM Tropic, one day, in his way to Long Acre,
By chance met a friend-an unmannerly Quaker; "Come with me," said Tom," my kind Sir, I'd advise you,`To see my new curricle, which will surprise you! A carriage more elegant never was known, T will charm all the town, Sir! the plan is my own; The snakes and the cocks make such beautiful show; My crest is a cock-while I live I will crow "A cock!" said the Quaker, "you certainly jest; A cock's-comb would be the most suitable crest."
PICTURE OF A POET.
[From the Morning Herald.]
NO. 79. Portrait of Walter Scott, Esq. author of the Lay of the Last Minstrel, Marmion, &c.; by H. Raeburn.
Go, gentle reader, to the EXHIBITION, if thou hast not been there already, to regard this portrait. It is the effigy of the poetical and renowned sheriff of Selkirkshire, and the tulip of Paternoster Row. Lo! the bard sits complacently upon the rocks of Parnassus (for it is an ungenial region, that never yet yielded either cabbage, or carrots, or brocoli, or potatoes, or Scotch kail, to its famished occupiers) looking disdainfully upon the rational mob in the low vale of industry! The small speck that may be seen as glinmering through the ether, is Mistress Luna, who is breathing her divine influence upon the sensorium!
The little agent with the quizzing-glass, who is couchant in the corner, is the illustrious Monk ***** a wholesale dealer in the marvellous also, and who doth not disdain (to use a modish apology for arro
gance) to steal the skeleton of a thought from other men; as he is now in the commission of a literary misdemeanour, and filching a young Marmion in MS. from the breeches pocket of his too thoughtless associate!
The hole which the wizzard is digging in the back ground, is meant for the Inferiæ, or sacrifices to the Di manes, or seuls of deceased heroes, such as Jack the Giant Killer, Mr. Thomas Hickathrift, &c. &c.
Hark! the "Comet of Caledonia" is now chanting in confident importance, while a brace of old nurses are brushing away the gnats and musquitoes of criticism from his radiant head-By the inass, he is now pouring forth an invocation to the present mistress of his affections!-Ecoutez, mon ami.
TO THE LADY OF THE LAKE, GREETING:
Or laving in the Clyde's pellucid tide?
To shield thy matchless beauties from the weather?
Sweet, if you love me, come away,
And let us play
Dear Lady of the Lake.
I've trac'd, in my mind's eye, a water king;
As Wonder blew the horn from Terror's tower!
Or fay, or elfin, or whate'er you call 'em; Seize them for me, I'll make them all find bail, Or else, as sheriff, by the Lord I'll maul 'em! Ab! then, &c. **
I saw a ghost, last night, of muckle state,
Stumbling, as though it were of John Bell's ale full! And, ever and anon, it scratch'd its pate!
And then it wept, I'm sure it blear'd a pail full. It look'd aw pale and wan, like Sandy Wright,
Who came from Walcheren with laurell'd Chatham,
It scoop'd the faces up, and threw them at 'em!
"A royal house for Master Nap
A NEW PALACE.
write from Paris, that the first stone of a magnificent palace is laying for the royal residence of young Nap; but that probably before the builders have accomplished their work, his tyrannic sire may be compelled to find out à more humble residence for his illustrious race! A pasquinade on this occasion was placed on one of the Venetian horse's tails at the Tuilleries, which is thus translated:
THE RADICAL REFORMERS;
OR, A WAY TO CURE THE BRITISH CONSTITUTION.
WHEN Dr. Last the tooth-uch was to cure,
He said his remedy was safe and sure. "What is it?" said the learn'd of Warwick Lane; "I pull all out, though only one gives pain."
Well answer'd, Doctor," said the sapient College; "That cure is radical, and shows your knowledge." Just so, by forceps of a revolution,
Some are for curing Britain's Constitution.
[From the same, June 11.]
EPULS'D in the city, our patriots seek
The Free Masons' Tavern, to gorge and to speak. Their madmen assemble to plan revolution, And prate about mending the State's Constitution. But in vain will the rogues information seek there, Who, nor keep within compass, nor deal on the square. To honours masonic, all claims must resign, Though each may, ere long, be rais'd high in his line. Who can hope that a fabric like that Britons boast Will e'er be excell'd by this hot-headed host? Let each mind his business, who fain would do good, And re-form his own house, shop, or warehouse, with Wood.
[From the same, June 13]
ONCE, 'tis said, perhaps 't is true,
Since then a few have learnt a smattering,"
A few of the most discontented,
Of these, most sure to find a place,
The conclave met, the chair is taken,
Of selling places, giving pensions,