whom His Lordship insulted, we need hardly add, that he honourably resented the affront; or, in other words, sent Lord Ma very polite though laconic note, couched in the following terms: "MY LORD, "I shall be happy to meet you by five o'clock to morrow morning, at; and if Your Lordship will have the goodness to bring a friend, a surgeon, and a case of pistols with you, I doubt not but a little misunderstanding will be settled in less than five minutes. I have the honour to be, &c. 20. In reply to this billet amie, as His Lordship considered it, an equally polite epistle was returned, accepting of the invitation. Accordingly, at the appointed time, Lord M, accompanied and accoutred as his friend had directed, appeared on the ground, where he was shortly afterwards joined by the gentleman who had so kindly invited him thither; but how great was his astonishment, on perceiving a man approach with a large black coffin upon his shoulders; which having carefully laid down, His Lordship perceived that it bore a plate, whereon was inscribed "William, Earl of M****, who departed this life the day of —— 1757." The date was that of the very day upon which the meeting took place; and on Lord M's expressing, in tremulous accents, his surprise at such a proceeding on the part of his opponent, the latter replied "Why, my dear fellow, you are of course aware that I never miss my man; and as I am in excellent trim for sport this morning, I have not a shadow of doubt upon my mind but this oaken great coat-(pointing to the the coffin)-will shortly be better calculated for you. than your present dress." 1 Such an effect had these words upon His Lordship, together with the sight of the coffin, that he instantaneously made such an apology and submission as was readily accepted by the eccentric Hibernian. DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SARACEN'S HEAD AND SNOWHILL. (VIDE THE CARICATURE.)—A NEW VERSION OF AN OLD THOUGHT. The Lover." [From the Morning Chronicle.] WHAT precious gem, what lustrous pearl, Or sparkle on thy auburn curl?" Wenus." Nor gin nor purl will I receive," "You'll surely give what others give THEATRICAL RELIEF. [From the Oracle, Oct. 1.]. YESTERDAY Mr. Kemble attended at Drury Lane Theatre, choosing dresses, &c. for the use of the Covent Garden Company."Vide public Prints last week. ➖➖➖➖“ Quod optanti divům promittere nemo VIRG: FROM Drury's plains, when adverse Fortune lours, “ Claims kindred there, and has his claims allow'd !”” Tsny Thus Israel's tribes, in deserts forc'd to dwell, VERITAS. GRAND ENTERTAINMENT AT LISBON. GE his ENERAL Junot, after signing the Convention at Lisbon, it appears, invited the three Generals, Dalrymple, Burrard, and Wellesley, to a most superb dinner. His grand saloon was fitted up in the most elegant manner, with emblematical transparencies, and lighted with the candelabra stolen from the Lisbon churches, bearing the wax tapers also stolen from Portuguese altars and chapels.-The transparency at the upper end of the room, presented a figure of Junot, holding in one hand a cap adorned with bays, while with the other he was throwing dust in the eyes of his adversaries. In another part he was on his march to Paris, followed by his troops in complete array, body-guard carrying banners, with "See the conquering Hero comes. On another, "The wretched to-day may be happy to-morrow." The transparency at the lower end was very large, and contained a number of figures. In the fore-ground were the three British Generals, in full dress, with large bunches of rue in their hats. Near them stood the Genius of Britain, in a reclining posture, drowning with her tears the withered thistle, drooping shamrock, and faded rose, that lay at her feet. In the back-ground was the figure of Abercrombie on the plains of Egypt, with an angel hovering over him, bearing a scroll, on which was inscribed Death or victory!" also the shade of Sir A. Wellesley, at the battle of Assaye, and Hibernia mourning her hero fallen. A figure of an old woman, standing on a rock, weighing oatmeal and croudy to the Spaniards, also attracted much notice. To give more more effect to the scene, by a sort of pantomimic device, she drops her weights and measures, and, snaiching a truncheon, appears at the head of a victorious. army. Dinner was served on the church-plate. The head dish was three gudgeons, with sour sauce, à la piquant, removed by a calf's head, without brains. The remaining dishes were trifles and mushrooms. The first toast was, The Convention, with three times. three, followed by the glee of The Three Weird Sisters.-2d. Sir Hew Dalrymple, followed by the favourite song of Auld Mon, are you walking yet ?-3d. Sir Harry Burrard, and The Tears of Nelson.-Sir A. Wellesley, and The Soldier Tir'd.-Junot's health was then drunk, his whole band playing The Rogue's March. THEATRICALS EXTRAORDINARY. [From the British Press, Oct. 4.] AMONGST a variety of entertainments in prepara tion for the reception of the military heroes from Portugal, several dramatic pieces have been rehearsed at Downing Street; Mr. J. Whitelocke, the ci-devant General, prompter. The first performance will be Dr. Last's Examination, with the comedy of Secrets worth Knowing, and the farce of Old Women Weather-wise; with the glee, How merrily we live that Soldiers be; and Three Jolly Boys all in a row; also a new catch called The Medley; Lord Mulgrave, How could you do so?-Sir A. Wellesley, It was you, Sir Hew.-Sir J. Pulteney, Why, had you not care enough, care enough, my old man?-Sir H. Dalrymple, I am Yorkshire still. The entertainments for the second day are not settled. Mr. Canning proposes an interlude of the trial scene from Henry the Eighth. The Duke of Portland, The Doldrum.-Sir J. Pulteney, Hear Him Out.-Lord Mulgrave, The Devil to Pay-Lord Castlercagh, He's much to blame, and Appearances are against him. A variety of other pieces are in preparation. IRELAND'S IRELAND'S SKAITH. [From the Oracle, Oct. 5.] HIBERNIA cull'd a hasty wreath And warmest vows was heard to breathe To Lusitania's shore she flew, "Where is my Knight?" perplex'd, she cried; "Gude woman, haud your peace awee! Ye hae nae cause for dread. "But dear sake! dinna raise a din, Hibernia heard the "unco tale," Her cheek was flush'd, and now turn'd pale Indignant, on the rising gale, Her course she homeward sped. Shieve-Croob. PHILIBER. EPIGRAM. |