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comparative purification. At the termination of this engagement, Mr. Trivox, the prodigious ventriloquist, entertained the company with a spirited imitation of Buonaparte's Physician curing young Nap of a colic, while the Prince of Benevento mopped his Imperial catastrophe; and concluded with the amorous parley of two Pigs in a Sty. The charming hostess was deprived of the company of the Mayor of Garrat, as his Worship was up to his ears in business, cleansing a sewer in Peter Street!

Madame la Boue, the clear-starcher, having refused to hob or nob with Master Bang, because his mamma lived, incontinently, with a potatoe-merchant in Off Alley, the dispute was referred to the Doctor, who decided that the crooked circumstance of the young Gentleman's being a son of a w -, might affect his rank but not his fashion! The company drank deep, until the third cock. The Ladies were freely indulged in potations of whiskey and brown stout; and the Gentlemen with purl and tobacco. The leading toasts were, "The King"-" The Prince"

The Royal Family"-"The Navy"-"The Army" and "Gin Spinning." No calamity occurred, excepting what befel Lady Dimsdell, and the Misses Blowzy, and that was not extremely important. In the absence of Luna, her Ladyship drove her buggy, unluckily, against a post, at the corner of Dirty Lane, and spilt (upset) her fair companions in a muck-heap, from whence they were instantaneously dug out, without any material injury.

This helegant breakfast will ne'er be forgot

By those who were there, and by those who were not.
Vide PADDY O'ROURKE'S FESTIVAL.

ON THE WISH OF JOSEPH BUONAPARTE TO BE" AUT CESAR AUT NIHIL," WITH RESPECT TO SPAIN.

A

[From the British Press.]

FOOLISH wish! why separate the two?
Art thou not both, Cæsar and Nothing too * ?

OCCASIONAL ADDRESS TO THE ROUND ROBIN, A MUSICAL FARCE,

WRITTEN AND COMPOSED BY MR. DIBDIN.

[WRITTEN BY MR. TAYLOR.]

[From the same.]

THE vet'ran Bard who courts your favour now,
Might fairly hope to smooth the sternest brow;
For oft your Sires have heard him with delight,
And hence, indeed, your kind support to-night
May well be offer'd as a filial rite:

At length, by Time subdu'd, no more he sings,
Yet still with patriot warmth he strikes the strings.
When first with youthful hand he touch'd the lyre,
Our Naval Heroes rous'd his Muse's fire,
And long as Britain for their valour calls,
Or their dread thunder ev'ry foe appals,
His songs will echo through her wooden walls
Prompt them with dauntless ardour to the fight,
And cheer on Saturday their jovial night.
Nor only for our Heroes of the Main
He tun'd his lays, but for our Martial Train,
Who urge in distant lands their glorious way,
To rescue Nations from a Tyrant's sway:
For them the votive strain he pours with zeal,
His fav'rite object still his country's weal.

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* Quidni alterutrum velit, cum utrumque assequi possit, ut Cæsar in nomine, et re nihil ?—De Cæsare Borgia.

While

While Britain's Heroes chiefly claim'd her song,
His Muse has varied with Life's motley throng;
Yet ne'er from Virtue have you seen her stray,
Whether she struck the plaintive or the gay:
Whate'er the changes of her tuneful art,
His purpose still was to refine the heart;
And all his countless labours only tend,
By pleasing means to gain a moral end,
Shall then the vet'ran, in declining age,
By sickness doom'd to quit the public stage,
See his last hope destroy'd by hostile rage !
No-gen'rous Britons, though ill-nature snarls,
Poor Jack's "sweet Cherub" will protect Old Charles.

ON THE QUANTITY OF ODD SHOES LOST IN THE CROWD AT CARLETON HOUSE.

[From the General Evening Post, July 4.]

OF shoes a vast collection made is,

For all the Ladies thence to choose:
The shoes were odd-without the Ladies ;
The Ladies odd-without the shoes.

C.

BUONAPARTE.

FROM A POEM JUST PUBLISHED, ENTITLED

HIS

CONSOLATIONS OF ERIN."

[From the same.]

aid is murder in disguise;

His triumph Freedom's obsequies ;
His faith is fraud, his wisdom guile ;
Creation withers in his smile-
'Mid rain upon ruin hurl'd,

He flames-the Etna of the world!
No off'ring can avert his wrath,
No human feelings cross his path:
See Spain in his embraces die,
His ancient friend, his firm ally!

THE

See

See hapless Portugal, who thought
A common creed her safety bought ;—
A common creed! Alas! his life
Has been one bloody, impious strife!
Beneath his torch the altars burn,
And blush on the polluted urn-
Beneath his Christian foot is trod
The symbol of the Christian God!
The plunder'd Fane, the murder'd Priest !-
The Holy Pontiff's age opprest!
Religion's blush, and Nature's sigh,
Proclaim Napoleon's piety!!!
Where'er his locust legions veer,
Ruin and Woe, and Want are there→
And dreams, as future murders sweep
Across their fever'd hours of sleep.

BUONAPARTE'S LATE SPEECH

TO THE LEGISLATIVE BODY.

[From the Morning Post, July 4]

GI'm come, in my purple array'd :

me,

For the Tarquin in clouts which my other Wife brought me, The young King of Rome that she happily got me,

My people quite easy has made.

Yet the Church is the thing that I care most about,
And the Church of old Rome most of any;
Though some may presume my religion to doubt,
And think, notwithstanding I speak so devout,
I value the Pope not a penny.

To this scandal I'll now put an end in a jerk,
And Rome shall in Paris be rising:
The scandal was over, when first I turn'd Turk ;
But now, since I've finish'd my renegade work,
I've done with Mahometanizing.

Since

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BUONAPARTE'S LATE SPEECH.

Since old Dad has a place at Paris and Rome;
If his bosom true Piety carries,

He will make Christianity's Centre his home,
And scorn like a Mendicant Friar to roam,
But pitch his head-quarters at Paris.

Though Holland I fix'd in a sovereign station;
When on the French Throne I was seated,
I saw she was only a small Emanation ;—
So out walk'd my Brother with due abdication,
And her Ditches my Empire completed.-

But England, of me and my Commerce afraid.
Would suffer no Flag to be neuter;
That is, with myself and my vassals to trade,
While her Ports and Possessions I keep in blockade
But I've settled that point for the future.

By fair means or foul, as a foe or a friend,
I got the Ems, Elbe, and the Weser ;
But, trust me, it was not my reign to extend;
As for land I've enough-I shall gain all my end,
When exalted a maritime Cæsar..

America labours on ocean to shine;

And faith I will second the Yankees;
While the Sovereign Kings whom I strung in a line,
With the slip-knot that's titled the Rope of the Rhine-
I have nothing to give them but thankees.
The English they bring all the passions in play,
Supposing I mean nothing good;

And if there were any design in my way,
Of kidnapping Kings, or contriving a fray,
Which I could not have done, if I would!

With pride and with jealousy England would plot,
Of empire and crown to bereave me ;

But as for more power, I wish for it not,
Being wholly content with the share I have got,
If Europe will only believe me.

And