On a fair LADY's flipping her Foot into a Garden Canal in the vicinity of ISLINGTON SPA. SEE Delia but one falfe ftep make, Drew (a) fhell and falt fifh in her train! Impromptu on the MURDER of a CONSTABLE. THY skull to thy brains is now no longer a turret; On the Duchefs of DEVONSHIRE. O beauteous woman, ornamental lass, TAX on WOMEN SERVANTS. Ye maidens, rejoice; believe me, on you there's no tax. On the CIRCULATION of the BLOOD. In days of old, as Scripture fairly fhows, We knew that through the veins red blood flows. DAMON. Nota Bene. It appears, from the following texts, that the circulation of the blood was known in the earliest days: "And defire fhall fail; because man goeth to his long "home, and the mourners go about the streets; or ever the filver cord be loofed, or "the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel "broken at the ciftern." Ecclef. cap. xii. 5th, 6th, and 7th verfes. (x) Still lake. The pfeudo critics of the day objected to this Synecdoche, as rather too extenfively decorative for a cit's garden; but Dionyfius Halicarnaffus, we truft, would have allowed our poet to have introduced the Pacific Ocean itfelf, if he had thought proper, as the more lively bypotypofis to dignify his fubject. (و) "Tors."-Here, in true fimplicity, the English Baronet evidently exce Is the most dignified of the ancients : Briareus, for example, painted by the latter with a numerical flow of hands like the Livery of London in Common Hall affembled-leaves nothing for the playfulness of fancy to work upon. Not fo our bard;-when he delicately fpeaks of Delia's toes, he does not intrufively tell you whether he had three, four, or five on the immerged foot; but leaves the anatomical difpofition of the lovely toes to the reader's own imagination. (z) Pretty pride!"-The aliterative beauty of pretty pride must strike the most careless perufer. (a)" Shell and fall fish."-This difcrimination is de ervedly admired by the naturalifts, as difplaying a pifcatory knowledge equal to the first-rate broker in Billingsgate Market!-In fhort, it were needlefs to particularize the ptical beauties of our illuftrious author, who is an ornament to the British Belles Lettres, and whofe works, when more generally read, cannot fail to be generally admired!!! A RIDDLE. What is it that hath a mouth, no hands nor feet, It is a MAID, and bears my very name, a WRAY. Written at SIXTEEN on the River THAMES. Let the river Ifis do what it can,' The river Tame will run as it ran. It must be remarked, the Tame and the Ifis joined, produce the appellation of Tameifis, now Thames. On the bloody TENTH of MAY. This is a day to riot dear, And Conftables meet fatal knocks. * To CŒLIA, requiring a categorical Answer. CŒLIA, caufe of Nolens woe, Must he ever lonely creep? Ever ever must he figh! Sad, oh fad, is Nolens cafe, Much more fad his doleful face, Saddeft of the human race! Should it be his loft election, That has caus'd this ftrange defection Of thy bafenefs! folly! pride! Of your having thus denied To be ruined Volens bride. But, perhaps his thoughts are wrong, You may tell him fo e'er long, And his days in joy prolong. Or, alas! his tuneful breath, * EPIGRAMATIC *T, CŒLIA, in excufe for a certain Accident which happened the Author in her Com SIR, pany. CELIA do not fay, O fie! In that wind my love has fpoke, Truft me 'twas an erring figh, To the PRINTER of the MORNING POST. STEPPING, a few days fince, into a temple of Cloacina (to whom, fince this damned Election commenced, I pay my devotions hourly!) not many miles from the Huftings, I feated myfelf upon the goddefs's altar, reclining my head forward in a penfive mood, to think on the inftability of human greatnefs, the folly of friendship, the happiness of a penfion, the deceitful promifes of a Minifter, and the lofs of the little fhare of popularity I enjoyed, (little enough, God knows, at all times, and now loft when moft wanted!) I thought on the difgraceful groans, hiffes, and curfes I fuffered each day of my penance on the hufting'd ftage, and was ftung to the foul by the mortifying reflection. Still, however, I comforted myself in the hope, that, although I might be detefted by mankind while living, yet poetic fame, eternal bays, and laurel'd incenfe, fhould adorn my deathlefs name. But, immortal Phoebus, what was my furprize and indignation, when, taking up a paper that lay at the foot of the altar, I difcovered the following feraphic Ode difhonoured, defaced, and trampled on, by the feet of ignorant ftupidity, and, to complete my phrenzy, imbrowned with -!!! O! O! O! horrible! deteftable! filthy! filthy villains!By the foul of the immortal Pindar!-the lute of the love-defponding Sapho !-the lyre of the wanton and convivial Horace -the amorous fhades of Ovid, Tibullus, Catullus, Gallus, Propertius, and (to defcend to later times) the forlorn fpectres of the felf-deftroying Ham mond, mond, and Werter!-In fhort, by all the oaths and execrations of enraged genius, I swear there never was, * "Since chaos, conquer'd, ceas'd to rule the globe," fuch an infult, debafement, or degrading affront, offered to the virgin, all-infpiring, tuneful, and vaft refounding Nine!-by whofe propitious infpiration fired, beneath a gibbet, where my imaged likenefs fwung, by fullen winds flow wafted to and fro, while the pale moon hone hideous to my fight, diffolved in tears, I fadly fung this never dying ftrain; while ghaftly Mars, relentless, dropp'd a tear, and Time, inaignant, heard the mournful lays. The rage I felt from this affront was fuch, that I diffolv'd, melted, and thawed, like a fat Alderman lab'ring up hill in the torrid, canine ray--or virgin melting in the arms of vig'rous youth. In fhort, I was feized with a lofeness of grief! and the retention of urine, I fo long labour'd under, gave way inftantaneoufly!An inward rumbling prefag'd approaching pangs!The floodgates burft open, and fuch a copious torrent iffued from before and behind, that the vacuum of the altar was filled!I fear'd for my life! my reafon fled! and I bellow'd like a bull finking under the all-deftroying ftroke of the butcher. Juft then Providence interpofed for my refcue.Rejoice! ye friends of genius as ye read. My friend, my bullyback, my right hand and left-my Æfculapian, leather-lung'd, Stentorian Orator, Churchill, arrived, arm'd with apparatus ordinary and extraordinary, fad to the eye! and painful to the touch! At his voice, Death, terrify'd, fled. With ftyptic pills he clos'd the fountains up, and led me forth once more to mount the Huftings. To con clude, Mr. Printer, I now honour the world (through the medium of your paper) with a perufal of this fublime, melting, and wonderful compofition, partaking at once, and uniting in itself, the various natures of the ode, epic poem, tragedy, comedy, farce, and paftoral. A piece, Mr. Printer, at the fame time faphic and terrific! doric and olympic lyric, comic, and tragic!-A piece tranfcending all that has appeared before, or will appear after it I must conclude with aTuring you, I am your's egregiously, metaphorically, and allegorically, SIR CECIL BALDERDASH. ODE to CELIA. MY Sir-name is Wray, For thee I die away. To give me your hand: See muttering, And stuttering, And flobbering, Day and night, Fear and fright, From my fight, All my own, Mr. Printer! All original, by G-d! Hung in ethigy by the populace! Think of that, Sir! Think of that! 3 X Steal In addition to the Poetical Pieces of Sir Cecil, which feveral carrefpondents have been at the trouble of collecting from different Magazines, another correspondent now lays before the curious a few Originals of his-their claim to originality no one will deny. They are felected from an infinity of fimilar ones which have been handed about in manuscript among the circle of his acquaintance. Thefe, however, are not his greatest works. The writer of this article has now in his poffeffion fome " Verfes on a Roll and Treacle," after the manner of Anacreon ;—a very pathetic "Elegy on a Cat who dropped her Kitten ❝ into a Copper of hot Water, and who, in attempting to fave it, fell in, and was "likewife boiled;"-" An Epitaph on a Locksmith," an intimate friend of the author's, and "A Political and Metaphyfical Enquiry into the immortality of a Boot Jack,” dedicated without permiffion to a MAN of Cambridge. EXTEMPORE to DELIA. On feeing Two CATS playing together. SEE Dely, Dely, charming fair, How Puffeys play upon that chair. Then, Dely, change thy name to Wray, A DIALOGUE concerning a BLADE BONE. SAYS I one day unto my wife, I never faw in all my life Such a blade bone. Why fo, my dear? Says the. The matter's very clear, For any body for to eat. Indeed, my dear, fays fhe, 'tis true, } A COM |