THE PILOT THAT WEATHERED THE STORM.

but as soon as the Light-corps and Sharp-shooters from Mary-le-bone came up, they were seized with a. sudden panic, and a dreadful slaughter commenced among them. In most wars, the doctors, and all the civil tribe attached to the army, have been placed in a state of comparative security, and seldom considered in danger; the contrary was the case on the, present occasion. The Bloomsbury and Mary-le-bone" Chloes and Phillises, armed with Cupid's arrows, laid whole ranks of Doctors sprawling at their feet. One case was peculiarly lamentable: it was that of Dr., who was just recovering from a wound in his rear from Chloe, when a random shot from Corinna took him in front, and pierced him to the heart.

THE PILOT THAT WEATHERED THE STORM. [From the Morning Chronicle, July 20.]

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ET Canning's smooth numbers harmoniously flow In praise of the "Pilot that weather'd the storm;" At thy altar, O Pitt! let the sycophant bow,

-And say, that " no longer dark tempests deform."

When the tempest-toss'd vessel is braving the seas,
Nor knows but each billow the wreck may o'erwhelm,
Shall the plaudits of flatt'ry be borne on the breeze,
In praise of the Pilot who guided the helm?
No; in accents of thunder from yon gloomy cloud,
The anthem of triumph and praise would be lost;
Vivid flashes of lightning, in majesty proud,
Would reprove the delusive, the impious boast.

No, Pitt now the course of thy frenzy is o'er,
Thy boundless ambition with anguish we view;

Thy apostacy censure, thy talents deplore,
And shudder at evils which yet may ensue.

Not thus shall thy mem'ry, O Fox! be rever'd,
"Thy talents, thy virtues, we fondly recall;"
With thee for our Pilot, we safely had steer'd;
No fear if " rude whirlwinds'

our hearts should appal.

The wind might have howl'd, and the clouds might have gather'd,

The white-foaming billows around us have roar'd;

Thy skill, and thy judgment, the storm might have weather'd,
We had smil'd at the tempest, hadst thou been on board.

Let Pitt, like a Comet, destructively bright,
With meteor-like splendour delusively blaze;
The dazzled spectator shall turn from the sight,
On thy milder effulgence with rapture to gaze.
As the bright setting sun, with his beautiful beams,
Bestows a fresh lustre on mountain and grove ;
So, Fox, at thy close, we acknowledge thy claims }
Thy virtues to reverence, thy mem'ry to love.
PHILO-JUNIU

ADVERTISEMENT EXTRAORDINARY!
[From the Morning Herald, July 20.1

WANTED by That Party, who have entitled themselves "No Party," some specious pretence for calling a Public Meeting in the metropolis, and for inviting the hitherto reluctant counties and cities to follow the noble example of the capital. It must have been observed, that there are many dreadful grievances which are felt by the whole country, and yet are known only to a few enlightened individuals. This is therefore to give notice, that if any such individual will bring information of grievances of this sort to the said "No Party," he shall be rewarded, according to the value of such grievances, in the fol lowing proportions; that is to say: If affording a pretence for a Public Meeting, 500l.-if for a Patriotic Subscription, 500l.—if merely supplying a topic for

AN ODE, BY SIR C. B-F-de.

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Speech at a Dinner, 100l. These said rewards to be duly paid in Assignats, secured upon the freehold, copyhold, and leasehold estates, merchants' warehouses, shopkeepers' goods, conscls, and other property; all which are intended to be confiscated in the first year of integrity! purity! innocence! equality! liberty! and reform!-the year in which FELONY shall be deemed Patriotism, and MASSACRE, Humanity!

(Signed) ARTIFICE. (Countersigned) VANITY.

(A true Copy, extracted from the Knave and Fool Society.)

(Signed BOTH.)

AN ODE,

BY SIR CHARLES B-F-DE, BART.
SET TO MUSIC (affettuoso) BY MIC. KELLY, ESQ.

DEAR Mley, what is that dd squib
The Herald gave !-it can't be true,
That Frank had thought about a Rib,
Without consulting me or you?

No! no! he has not had his fill

Of cordial draughts which you prescribe him,

To change them for a bitter pill,

To which no Woman's art can bribe him!

Frank ne'er was in so mad a fit,

I'll pledge my soul, as well as life;
So long well wedded to his Wit,
He'll not divorce it for a Wife!

Something I've heard you say he had
Of hydrophobia symptomatic;
Yet then we never thought him mad,
For loathing every cold aquatic.

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His taste for sparkling liquids craving,
Congenial ran with yours and mine;
For water set us all a-raving,

Whene'er it flow'd instead of wine!
But should he madly yoke-no doubt
In penance we must shift our plan;
You, Doctor, will go North about,
I-catch a dinner where I can!

ANTI-UXORIENSIS.

THE RAPID FORTUNE.

[From the Morning Chronicle, July 23.]

AYS Dick to Hal, "Your thrifty sire, in trade,

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For your dear sake a rapid fortune made:

You drank, wench'd, gambled, mortgag'd house and land, And from the turf to jail drove four in hand."

"Have done," cries Hal," nor with your gammon stun me; My fortune was so rapid, it outrun me."

IMPROMPTU,

ON THE MARRIAGE OF MR. HENRY MASON AND MISS

T

ELLEN READ.

[From the Morning Post, July 24.]

THE Fair, we're told, have wish'd in vain
Masonic Clubs a place in ;

But here's an instance where a swain
Has made his nymph a Mason.

SIR,

LETTER TO SIR FRANCIS BURDETT.

[From the same, July 25.]

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Crown and Anchor.

HE Electors of Westminster having express'd
An auxious desire don't think that we jest)

To commemorate that ever-glorious hour

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When you were allow'd 'o come out of the Tower

*See vol. xiv. p. 275-286.

And

SIR FRANCIS BURDETT'S ANSWER.

And treat all your friends with a kind of a by-go,
To gain the great name of Frank, Marquis of Sly-go,
Held a meeting at this very place on last Monday,
At which 't was resolv'd (nem. con, too), that one day
Should be set apart for a gorge, with a view

That a speech, manufactur'd by Horne Tooke and you,
Would be then deliver'd in style from the table,
To please an enlighten'd and liberal rabble.
This business to manage we stewards appointed,
And chose from among us the six most anointed.
In consequence next of a wish universal,

That you would make one-at the stewards' rehearsal
They bid us solicit your company there,

With the wise Sheriff Wood and the learned Lord Mayor.
If with Gale Jones from Newgate you won't spend a day,
We'll take measures for keeping the fellow away;
He will probably though be engag'd then elsewhere,
For lately he oft has been heard to declare,

(As at Newgate they lately thought proper to scout
This worthy, and turn him reluctantly out,)
He will insult resent, while his name remains Jack,
And that "he 'll be d-'d if he does not go back.”
So Government will not for once gain their ends,
By parting Gale Jones and his Old Bailey friends.
On our honour we beg to say this is no hum,

And therefore we trust you will answer, "I'll come :"
If
you won't, pr'ythee say so, and save us the trouble
We had t'other day, when you tipp'd us the double;
Making thus of the great Mr. Powell a pope,

While despair put to flight the poor fools of the "Hope."
Believing you'll not get us laugh'd at again,
We your very obedient servants remain,

To Sir F. B-rd-tt.

GENTS.

ROBT. H-TCH-N.

GEO. P-LL-R.

ANSWER TO THE ABOVE.

Piccadilly.

THE Electors of Westminster do me great honour,.
But I wish they had ask'd Mr. Roger O'Connor,
As he for a dinner is always at leisure,
And would, I am certain, attend with great pleasure.

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