EPIGRAM ON MRC'S NEW CURRICLE. TOM Tropic, one day, in his way to Long Acre, T will charm all the town, Sir! the plan is my own; A cock!" said the Quaker, "you certainly jest; B. C. 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 glimmering 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 The motto. gance) 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 Dii manes, or souls 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 mass, 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 gathering cockle-shells to deck the grot, To shield thy matchless beauties from the weather? Sweet, if you love me, come away, Upon this brae, Dear Lady of the Lake. I've trac'd, in my mind's eye, a water king; Then I heard generated monsters sing, As Wonder blew the horn from Terror's tower! If thou shouldst see a goblin in the dale, Or fay, or elfin, or whate'er you call 'em; Seize them for me, I'll make them all find bail, 2 I saw I saw a ghost, last night, of muckle state, Stumbling, as though it were of John Bell's ale full! . And, eyer 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 Chathamu, It scoop'd the faces up, and threw them at 'em! THEY Upon this brae, A NEW PALACE. [From the same, June 4] HEY 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 a 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: "A royal house for Master Nap THE RADICAL REFORMERS; OR, A WAY TO CURE THE BRITISH CONSTITUTION. [From the Morning Post, June 5.] WHEN Dr. Last the tooth-ach 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 " « Well answer'd, Doctor," said the sapient College; Some are for curing Britain's Constitution. MASONIC MEETING. [From the same, June 11.] REPULS'D in the city, our patriots seek The Free Masons' Tavern, to gorge and to speak. Let each mind his business, who fain would do good, T. PARLIAMENTARY REFORM. [From the same, June 13] ONCE, 'tis said, perhaps 't is true, Brutes could talk as well as you; Since then a few have learnt a smattering, 66 In blustering language, loud and warm, Of these, most sure to find a place, A few were geese, graz'd on the Downs-hill, The conclave met, the chair is taken. Of selling places, giving pensions, VOL. XV. |