Into the dusty road? Soon they re-mount,
And then with whip, or switch, or crab-stick hard
Belabour my poor sides with many a blow,
Laid on by th' arm of many a lusty dame;
Whilst in my rear a cruel boy still runs,
Swinging my postern-end with many a lash,
To urge me on to speed I can't exert.
Then surely. I may say, and say with truth,
I "
groan and sweat under a weary life."
But yet, to show I've some philosophy,
(And "patience is the badge of all our tribe,"
I'll thus console me, 'cause my cruel lot
Is not the worst that daily is endur'd;
For I confess, a brute four-legg'd like me,
To brutes in human shape subordinate,
Suffers injustice of a harder kind

Than "I do cope withal:"the turnspit cur,
Ixion-like, is doom'd a wheel to turn,
To roast the meat that he dares never taste
While with the sav'ry smell, his appetite
Canine is stung with keenness, strong
As that of alderman at city feast.

Yes, thou poor cur!-for others' pleasure we
Thus suffer pain; and pity dwells not in
Th' obdurate breast of those who tyrannize
O'er suff'ring us-because they have the power.
But, let this lesson from our fates be learn'd;
Amongst the ills terrestrial, those are worst
That are occasion'd by th' abuse of power,
Whether by hand of Emperor or cook,
Or Margate ass-driver, my constant foe,
Employ'd by ruthless Bennett * to torment
Our hapless race, to slavery consign'd!→
Bennett and Bonaparte, tyrants both;
Asses the one, the other men enthrals:-
Of who's the greatest ass-I or the man-
Let future ages tell the wondrous tale!!

* A man of coarse manners, who lets out asses for hire at Margate.

LINES.

O Talleyrand spake Bonaparte-
My true and trusty friend,

-Y.

Who knows the secrets of my heart,

And where my views extend

"Though I have conquer'd half the globe,
Unnumber'd battles won;

And though I wear th' Imperial robe,
I still hold nothing done

T

"Till I on Albion's hated shore,
Take my victorious way;
And teach the Tower guns to roar
In honour of the day."

Thus Hannibal his former feats
Accounted but disgrace,
Unless in Rome's detested streets
His banners he could place.

My ever-honour'd Bonaparte,"
Sly Talleyrand replied,

"May ev'ry purpose of your heart

Be proudly gratified!

"But still my love suggests a thought,

As to the odious sea;

On which no battle must be fought
With hope of victory.

ON HEARING THAT

THE STATUE OF GLORY WAS TO BE REMOVED FROM THE SENATE HOUSE OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE, TO MAKE ROOM FOR THAT OF MR. PITT.

SONS of sapience! ye here a fair emblem survey
For wherever Pitt went, he drove Glory away.

EPITAPH ON THE LATE DICK SUETT.

[From the Morning Post.]

"ERE lies, to mix with kindred earth,

HE

A child of wit, of glee, and mirth;
Hush'd are those powers which gave delight,
And made us laugh in "reason's spite:"
Thy "gibes and jests" shall now no more
Set all the table in a roar!"

Sons of mirth and humour come,

D blw

A FRAGMENT..

[From the Oracle.ro l

AND then we went to Bartlemy Fair; but it was at night, and so we did not see the Lord Mayor take-I mean partake-of a cool tankard with the keeper of Newgate, and which I could never understand the meaning of. But we saw nay, if I were to attempt telling all we heard! Homer's Ship List would be a bagatelle to the former, and the Tower of Babel a piece of still life, compared with the -latter.

No! I will confine myself to noting the remarks

made

made by various people en passant; and which sometimes had the effect of cross readings in a newspaper.

"Only look, mother! there's a man eating pie with a fork, just as you would sprats from a gridiron !"-"Ah, child, I warrant he's seasoning him'self for another place, where he will have that to his food which he won't like-brimstone sauce !?

"Dear me, cousin, what dancing is there !""Dancing, indeed! and so near Newgate! I'm quite shocked!-Do these vain people never think of the poor creatures that dance upon nothing? I would not for the world dance down Go to the devil and shake "yourself,' in this neighbourhood; I should think it ominous!"

"Come now, let's pop into Pidcock's, and see the wild creatures.' "" "The wild creatures! that 's good! -why, don't you see that the wild creatures are all on the outside?"

"I protest, as I am a woman, I never was better entertained in my life: the solo, as they call it, on the salt-box, beats our Dick's tattoo hollow-you remember our Dick's tattoo on a winter's nightand then the salt-box man has such a comical drumstick!"" Och, my dare, that 's nothing at all to the salt-boxes we have in dear Dublin-to be sure, this is very well for a thing in miniature-but a Dub lin tattoo-it would do your heart good to see a Dublin tattoo."

"I say, Mistress, what do you charge for twopenny-worth of those sausages?"-This was asked by a smart city apprentice, whose mamma says he is the most brilliant wit in all the enlightened regions of Candlewick ward..

"Now, only let us go into Saunders's, and see Pizarro; it won't take us much more than a quarter of an hour, and it is so much better than Drury Lane." "Oh, no, not I-I hates all plays but at Common Gar

den

den: I tells you Common Garden's the gig, the go, and the finish!"—"Why, where the devil's punch this year? Ha! yonder 's the man for my money; my old friend, the merry andrew-come, Nan! this is the right Bartlemy 'show: it will make you laugh ten times more than Pizarro."

"Indeed, my friend, I can proceed no farther : this hideous noise, this intolerable discordance, distracts me; one might say with Ferdinand in the Tempest,

Surely hell's broke loose, and all the devils are here!!

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"I say, Pat, they talk of putting down Bartlemy fair.""The devil they do! What! put down the only good thing in the city! I say, God bless the King! but if they put down Bartlemy fair-O why, there's an end of Old England, that's all!"

Did nobody see nothing of never a little dog nowhere?"—" A long-tailed pig, a short-tailed pig, or a pig without ever a tail ?""No, Master, no; a pretty little dog."-"D-n the dog! do you think as how I sells puppies?"

“Look, look! if there is not a man vomiting ribands! What a pity it is he did not come time enough for the election! He'd have made a rare penny of it!"

"Walk in! walk in! here's the superb wax work; the dead alive! here you may see all the Kings in Europe.”—“I say, Master, have you got Bonaparte there?"-"O yes, Sir, here is Bonaparte and Talleyrand, and Ha! ha! a pretty list of Kings, to be sure!"

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"What angelical angels in that coach!"-" Angelical devils! Don't you know them? Why, 'tis Charlotte, Sophia, and Selina, from King's Plave.""What, do they come to Bartlemy, fair?" They! why, this is their proper element: men eating firewomen drinking gin-noise, confusion, hell, and the