room. After a vociferous call for the fupper- bill, which was examined with the moft fcrupulous attention, I expected the commencement of their critical remarks, but heard nothing except repeated haftening of the fupper, chiding of the waiters, and orders for fresh delicacies every moment. Imagining the party were too hungry to think of any fubject till the cravings of appetite were fatisfied, I waited with fome anxiety the conclufion of their meal, during which I was edified by many ferious differtations on the age of the wine, the compofition of the fauce, and the comparative merits of feveral noted cooks. Supper being at length ended, and the glafs going merrily round, now is the time (thought 1) for criticifm! now for a dif play of genius, erudition, and acutenefs! I was all attention; but, to my very great aftonishment, the converfation turned entirely on the actors and actreffes, without a fingle word being faid on the comedy. The actors were praised not for their hiftrionic but convivial excellence, and termed jolly dogs! high fellows! and one or two were enthufiaftically celebrated for their unrivalled abilities as chairmen, punfters, and toaft-mafters: but when the actreffes became the topic of difcourfe, it was with difficulty I could credit the evidence of my ears, thinking they were each defcribing a favourite horfe or hound, as the words fpirit, make, figure, forehand, &c." were run over with all the technical volubility of an experienced huntfman er horfe-dealer! Having at length waited till the effects of the wine became rather too obvious, I retired to my lodgings difgafted, vexed, and disappointed; and shall return into the country with a full conviction that the young men of the prefent day pay more attention to the kitchen and the cellar than to the ftudy, and enjoy more refined fatisfaction in pleafing the palate than in improving the understanding. Yours, TIMOTHY CRABTREE. May 2. VOL. V. 1 THE BLUE AND THE RED JACKETS. VERSIFICATION OF THE DUKE OF CLARENCE'S SPEECH IN PRAISE OF THE BRITISH ARMY. MY LORDS, THOUGH the British blue jacket's unrivall'd at fea, No commiffions be fold to raw boys juft 'from school! Should their jackets be red, or their jackets be blue. BRIT MIDSHIPS. ON THE DEFEAT OF THE DANES. RITANNIA greets her conquering fons once more; The living the muft praife, the dead deplore! She weeps their lofs whom memory ftill holds dear. Now let the fong of triumph fwell, And English gratitude proclaim: * When his Royal Highnefs fpoke in praife of the British foldiery, the news of General Abercromby's glorious victory had not arrived. Speak Speak how a generous nation gave H. 1 ON THE COMPLAINTS MADE OF THE BADNESS OF THE SONGS THAT HAD GALLANT NAVAL DEFENDERS." OUR UR valiant tars! no words can speak their meed; No mufic charms them like the cannon's roar ! EPSOM RACES. [From the Oracle.] COME, Madam Mufe, new nib thy pen, To fing in merry jocund train. Curricles, coaches, chaifes, gigs, The young, the old, the brown, the fair, The mania fpreads from Berkeley Square- Mifs Drugger cries, "My fweet Papa, There's you, and I, and dear Mamma, "In order to go fafe and flow, "I doats upon the country now, Old Drugget shook his cranium wife, 66 What though old Dobbin's loft both eyes, "You cruel man, you're more severe. Go to the liv'ryman next door, And quick a buggy hire.' The cit found all resistance naught, My lady was in arneft; The chaife was hir'd, provifions bought, Old Drugget laid on many a blow, At length he turn'd to spousy dear, Reaching, Reaching, at laft, the crowded course, The cit exclaim'd, "Confound this din; "What with the fagging that I've had, But when the racing lift he reads, "Sure there was never fuch a scene, Ent'ring a booth, a dext'rous cheat,, Tempted by play's inviting call, A guinea bright he ventures; Breathlefs with joy, he gain'd his chaife, With dreadful ire his bofom burn'd, Away went Drugget and his dear, With bottles, glaffes, wine, and beer, |