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Lady Bab. Vastly clever, Sir; but my pride on this occasion is proof against all your jingling jokes! Hon. Mrs. U. And would you not really go, my dear, if
Lady Bab. As I've a little soul to be saved
Servant. A gem'man, in one of the Royal liveries, brought this to be delivered into your Ladyship's own hands. [Exit.
Lady Bab. Royal livery [Taking a card out of !. its cover, reads, partly aside. commanded by Prince Regent !"--Oh, charming to desire Lady Bab Restless's company. What a delightful princely creature!" at Carlton House to celebrate-birthday-earnestly desired
dresses manufactures--kingdom!"--How thoughtful! What a splendid spectacle it will be!
Miss J. I hope to God she has not procured one at last [Aside.]
Sir Harry. If I mistake not, Lady Bab, although it stuck some time in the wheel, the ticket is come up a prize at last. [Lady Bab, musing.] Hon. Mrs. U. Why, surely she would not go, Sir Harry, after all that she has said, and almost sworn to the contrary.
Sir Harry, Oh! my life against the little fluctuating soul which she would so hastily have pledged, but she will !
Lady Bab.-Kissing the card, and carefully repla cing it in the envelope.]-Well, my dear creatures, you must excuse me; we shall meet at Catalani's hermitage-thing to-morrow! What a triumph over the D-woods, the Macf-nes; and, best of all, over that little spiteful devil, Lady Emily Tattle! [Aside. Sir Harry. Come, Lady Bab, I perceive that you
INSTALLATION OF THE DUKE OF GLOUCESTER.
have now a favourable opportunity for the full display of your natural fortitude and forbearance!
Lady Bab. And how do you know that, Mr. Inquisitor-General?-When I pettishly threw out, that -that-yes-that I would not go for the world-you -you had so teased me-
Sir Harry." That is, my Lady Bab, quoth I,
Lady Bab. Well, you are-a pleasant creature, it must be confessed; so let me go and arrange my dress, and. I'll listen to your jingles till you have tired yourself with your own jingling!-Good by. [Exit.
Hon. Mrs. U. Come, Miss Juniper, let us drive to the W-ms's; we may hope that they, poor d-is, at least, remain disappointed like ourselves!
Sir Harry. How consolatory and affectionate, and Miss J. Who could have thought that Lady Bab, with all her pride, would have so degraded herself?
Hon. Mrs. U. Mean and spiritless creature!-Sir Harry, good morning; now, pray don't stir.
Sir Harry. You must allow me to see you to your barouche, ladies. [Exeunt omnes.
WRITTEN ON THE
INSTALLATION OF HIS
WILLIAM FREDERICK, DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, AS CHAN.CELLOR OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE.
-BY WILLIAM ASHBURNHAM, ESQ.
SHALL Granta's sons, at this meridian hour,
Bid the pure blaze in patriot bosoms glow,
If generous feelings, unassuming worth,
Our sapient mother, from her seat on high, Darts round these walls her scrutinizing eye; And, as before her pass the filial race, Assigns to each his merit-purchas'd place; Fixing, her just discernment to evince, Her fullest radiance on this virtuous Prince; Then bade him mount, proud such a son to own, Her science-column'd, bay-encircled throne. Round the throng'd courts this righteous sentence ran, "'Tis not the Prince I honour, but the man. What hand so fit to bear my fasces' sway As his, whose fair example cries-obey?" With shouts her sons applaud their parent's choice, Plaudits re-echo'd by a people's voice.
Religion, Learning, Science, hear the sound, And joyful tread this consecrated ground;
Well pleas'd 'mid these time-honour'd fanes to share His lib'ral efforts, and his zealous care.
250 INSTALLATION OF THE DUKE OF GLOUCESTER.
No bigot rage, no torch-compelling zeal,
As 'neath some cedar, whose exalted head 1.
Thy cheering voice shall wake the slumb'ring lyre,
And, wing'd by faith, to Heav'n exulting soar."
Mind-opening-Science, picturing Poesy, old Snow-vested Candour, dove-ey'd Charity, Religion, Learning, Virtue, all agree To ratify our Parent's wise decree.
that firms yon rock-supported chair,
PERFORMED IN THE
CAMBRIDGE, JUNE 29, 1811, at the INSTALLATION OF HIS HIGHNESS WILLIAM FREDERICK, Duke of GlouceSTER AND EDINBURGH, CHANCELLOR OF THE UNIVERSITY,
THOU, from thy realms of brighter day,
Once gave to deathless fame thy Fitzroy's praise,.
O thou, lost Master of the British Shell
See thy lov'd Arts and Virtue's gentle train:
Alas! how is that world defil'd,
How chang'd each scene, that peaceful smil'd,