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.] L 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, No, Pitt now the course of thy frenzy is o'er, Thy apostacy censure, thy talents deplore, Not thus shall thy mem'ry, O Fox! be rever'd, 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, Let Pitt, like a Comet, destructively bright, ADVERTISEMENT EXTRAORDINARY! 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. 9 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. DEAR Mley, what is that dd squib 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; Something I've heard you say he had B5 His taste for sparkling liquids craving, Whene'er it flow'd instead of wine! ANTI-UXORIENSIS. THE RAPID FORTUNE. [From the Morning Chronicle, July 23.] AYS Dick to Hal, "Your thrifty sire, in trade, SA 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 But here's an instance where a swain SIR, LETTER TO SIR FRANCIS BURDETT. [From the same, July 25.] R. Crown and Anchor. HE Electors of Westminster having express'd To commemorate that ever-glorious hour ་ 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, That a speech, manufactur'd by Horne Tooke and you, That you would make one-at the stewards' rehearsal With the wise Sheriff Wood and the learned Lord Mayor. (As at Newgate they lately thought proper to scout And therefore we trust you will answer, "I'll come :" While despair put to flight the poor fools of the "Hope." 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,. B 6 For |