possible, however, that his promotion may be retarded for some time. Lord Norbury, at eighty-six, has as little notion of resigning as if he were in the vigour of life; and Mr.Joy has a daily opportunity of seeing him gallop to court on a highly mettled horse with an alertness and activity which are not a little contrasted with his own slow and slouching gait. It is true that the government has long been anxious for the retirement of his Lordship. This desire is not very consistent upon their part, as he is in point of intellect and acquirement, as well qualified for the discharge of the public duty, as he was at the period of his original elevation to the Bench. There are those indeed who think that his Lordship's powers give symptoms of the apoplexy, but whatever be the case, it is certain that his friend Mr. Gerahty will not follow the example of Gil Blas, nor warn him of the decay of his judicial faculties. It is therefore not improbable, that Mr. Joy, may upon his way to court, continue for some time to endure the jocular salutation of the Yorick of the Bench, and to hearken to the tantalizing clatter of his horse's hoofs, which are considered to have a peculiarly disagreeable effect upon the ears of the Solicitor-general. In the interval, I doubt not that he may be elected a member of the House of Commons, and represent the city of Dublin. The Roman Catholics are beginning to apprehend that the ambition of Master Ellis may not be preposterous enough to induce him to extend to their body the continued benefits of his opposition, and that they will lose the advantages of his hostility in parliament. When by the operation of a recent act, he will have been deprived of that ubiquity, by which he now contrives to discharge his official functions in Dublin, and to command the applause of listening senates at Westminster, it is likely that the learned Master may, in some lucid interval, relinquish the unprofitable honour of representing the corporation. In that event, his constituents will probably seek for consolation in the constitutional devotedness of Mr. Joy. They cannot indeed expect to meet in him that felicitous conjunction of attributes, which have rendered Master Ellis not only the becoming medium of their sentiments, but the still more appropriate emblem of their minds. They possess, in that learned gentleman, not only a vehicle, but a type. In habits, and in manners-in knowledge, in eloquence, and integrity, so fortunate a conformity has been established between them, that they may despair to "look upon his like again." Yet Mr. Joy is an unqualified supporter of the doctrine of exclusive emolument, by way of retaliation for the antiquated tenet of exclusive salvation; and for the earnestness of his antipathy to the Popish multitude, the corporators of Dublin will probably excuse those wide dissimilarities in temper and in intellect, which will leave him, whenever he is returned for the city of Dublin, at a long interval from the distinguished senator, from whom, although he may be next to him, he must always continue distant; and of whose genius, liberality, and public virtue, Doctor Duigenan himself was only a precursor, and gave but an intimation of a more glorious and perfect coming.

SPANISH PATRIOTS' SONG.

BY T. CAMPBELL.

How rings each sparkling Spanish brand,
There's music in its rattle,
And gay as for a saraband
We gird us for the battle.
Follow, follow,

To the glorious revelry,
Where the sabres bristle,
And the death-shots whistle.

Of rights for which our swords outspring,
Shall Angoulême bereave us?
We've pluck'd a bird of nobler wing-
The eagle could not brave us.
Follow, follow,

Shake the Spanish blade, and sing
France shall ne'er enslave us,

Tyrants shall not brave us.

Shall yonder rag, the Bourbon's flag,
White emblem of his liver,

In Spain the proud, be Freedom's shroud?
Oh never, never, never!

Follow, follow,

Follow to the fight, and sing
Liberty for ever,

Ever, ever, ever.

Thrice welcome hero of the hilt!
We laugh to see his standard :
Here let his miscreant blood be spilt,
Where braver men's was squander'd!
Follow, follow,

If the laurel'd tricolor
Durst not overflaunt us,
Shall yon lily daunt us?

No, ere they quell our valour's veins,
They'll upward to their fountains
Turn back the rivers on our plains,
And trample flat our mountains.
Follow, follow,

Shake the Spanish blade, and sing
France shall ne'er enslave us,
Tyrants shall not brave us.

SONG.

WITHDRAW not yet those lips and fingers,
Whose touch to mine is rapture's spell;
Life's joy for us a moment lingers,

And death seems in the word-farewell.
The hour that bids us part and go,
It sounds not yet, oh! no, no, no.

Time, whilst I gaze upon thy sweetness,
Flies like a courser nigh the goal;
To-morrow where shall be his fleetness,
When thou art parted from my soul?
Our hearts shall beat, our tears shall flow,
But not together-no, no, no!

THE NEW CABRIOLETS.-. -A HAND-BILL.

Ar a time like the present, when economy is imperiously required in all branches of expenditure, public or private, the Speculator in the new hackney cabriolets feels himself called upon by a sense of duty to a candid and enlightened community, to state the circumstances under which his invention originated, and the various public advantages which, he presumes to imagine, will render it successful.

On a bleak morning, at the commencement of March last, the Speculator, while in the act of devouring a calves-foot jelly at the confectioner's in Leicester-fields, beheld a young gentleman, dressed in the very extreme of modern ton, walk on the tips of his toes, across the square, diagonally towards the Haymarket, and enter a hackney-coach, which, from its capacious bulk, seemed to have been the property of some deceased alderman, and which was drawn by a pair of enormous black long-tailed horses. The young gentleman was not much larger in the waist than a wasp. "A lady's fan" might have" brained him," (or, more strictly speaking, might have cracked his skull), and a lady's pair of scissors might have clipped him in twain. The whole weight of the stripling could barely have reached fifty pounds avoirdupois. Struck by the absurdity of employing such a vehicle, and a couple of such quadrupeds, to convey such a biped, the Speculator walked ruminating through Cranbourne-alley-(he begs pardon of the purlieu) Cranbourne-passage: and while crossing the street opposite Hamlet the jeweller's, was, through inattention, nearly run over by a baker's cart. It is extraordinary from what apparently unimportant sources the greatest discoveries frequently flow. The conjoint ideas of hackney-coach and baker's-cart suggested to the Speculator the notion of a hackney cabriolet. Any gentleman who has travelled from the Champs Elysées to Versailles, during the spouting of the waterworks, (and what English gentleman has not?) must have observed a vehicle of that description, drawn by a single horse, in the interior of which an assortment of men, women, and children, to the number of twenty at the least, has been securely stowed. Now if twice ten natives of Paris can trot safely in that species of conveyance to Versailles, the Speculator puts it to any gentleman conversant in mathematical calculation, with what a dead certainty (the speculator means a live one) a London-built cabriolet may travel with three people, namely, the driver and two passengers, from Cheapside to Greenwich fair.

The price charged by the Speculator being only two-thirds of that demanded by the drivers of hackney-coaches, it follows that a shilling fare of the latter is, by the scheme of the former, diminished to eightpence: a two shilling fare to one shilling and fourpence, and so on in

proportion. Young gentlemen who are beginning to remember their multiplication-table, and middle-aged gentlemen who are beginning to forget it, will, by this arrangement, find great practical benefit in the quickness and accuracy with which they will, by a little practice, know to an odd halfpenny how much they are to pay to the driver. The necessity of carrying a pocket full of halfpence will also create a very musical jingle as the machine trots along the rough pavement of Piccadilly. Not to mention the obligation under which a candid and enlightened public will labour, of hoarding their halfpence, to the grievous annoyance of street-beggars, and the proportionate gratification of the Society for the Suppression of Mendicity. If, according to Benjamin Franklin, a penny saved is a penny got, the Speculator anticipates no small degree of popularity in these days of retrenchment, by saving any lady or gentleman one shilling in three, who has occasion to ride by a public conveyance from the Royal Exchange to the East end of Pall Mall. In short, Economy is the Speculator's object, Mr. Joseph Hume his model, and "Tollere Humo" his motto.

To the bilious and the gouty: to the soup, fish, and paté part of the London community: to the timid and lax of knee, whom even a rocking-horse sends prostrate on the carpet, and who, from their inability to sit a dead horse, feel a natural repugnance to mounting a live one, the New Hackney Cabriolet proffers a safe, cheap, and healthful exercise. The structure of the springs and the duality of the wheels give to it the exact motion of a baker's cart. To the softer sex, a trot in it over the well-paved curvature of Waterloo-place will be found to be attended with the most beneficial effect: upon the sceptic, who doubts the details of Hunter's Anatomy, it will enforce conviction, by proving to him the existence of every bone in his body. But to gentlemen from the East Indies, who have been enervated by the heat of the climate, one ride through Brentford is a dose.

Neither is the privacy of the projected mode of conveyance a matter to be slightly attended to. In the wretches who contrive to drag on a miserable Existence eastward of Temple Bar, and who are reduced to the humiliating necessity of labouring for a maintenance, the sense of shame may well be imagined to be so utterly extinct as to make it an affair of absolute indifference whether they are seen in hackney-coaches or not. Some of them indeed seem to glory in their shame by riding in them with the glasses down. But the Speculator begs a candid and enlightened public to cast a pitying glance towards that large and increasing body of gentry, who, with the most laudable ambition of aping their betters, find themselves prohibited by the state of their finances, and their inability to dig, from so doing. The public are requested to consider the case of "younger sons of younger brothers;" of spirited youths whom the Insolvent Act has recently released from Saint George's Fields; of smart clerks in public offices, who contrive to support a genteel appearance, in a small street near Manchester-square, upon a salary of two hundred and fifty pounds per annum; of French quadrille dancers, and of dark-muzzled Italian teachers of the pianoforte. All these personages traverse the streets of London with a character to lose, and must not be seen in a hackney-coach. To these and various others situated like these, the New Cabriolet opens its

dark and hospitable hood. No vehicle, short of a hearse, is so well calculated to hide a body from the prying gaze of the vulgar.

Independently, also, of the lastmentioned advantage, the New Cabriolet presents the opposite benefit of enabling the hirer to be seen, if so disposed, in what degree he may think fit. The springs attached to the hood enable the driver to throw back that envelope, much or little, according to the fancy of the fare. The Speculator recommends it to prudent people to have it but little released from its full curve. By these means it will be optional in the fare whom to recognize in the street and whom to cut. Should he behold advancing along the Strand his unmarried uncle, walking towards Threadneedle-street to receive his dividends, he may, by bending forward a little, greet his relation with a profound bow. Should he see a smart equipage driving up the Haymarket, whose proprietor he knows not from Adam, he may get credit with the peripatetics by sitting upright and accosting the owner with a familiar nod. Should he, on the other hand, come plump upon his unpaid tailor, or upon a country cousin in a pair of trowsers of last year's growth (being what Corinthian Tom calls " a very high number in Queer Street"), he has only to throw himself back in the vehicle, and a mass of black leather will infallibly protect him from all human recognition.

Circumstances, however, will sometimes occur, under which the Speculator recommends it to his patrons to throw back the hood as far as it will go. He refers in particular, to an election for a member of parliament. Sir Robert Wilson has recently projected a tour to La Mancha. Should the adventure have the effect of sundering him from his constituents, and a vacancy thus occur in the Borough of Southwark, any gentleman possessed of the ambition of entering Saint Stephen's Chapel, has nothing to do, after publishing his intention, but to hire one of the Speculator's cabriolets, throw back the hood, start from London bridge, drive up Tooley-street, and back to Blackman-street; thence adjourn to Saint George's church, leave the King's-bench prison on his right, and after trotting round Bethlem hospital, drive to the narrow purlieus of Webber-row, and emerge in Blackfriars-road close to the House of reception for penitent Females, commonly called the Magdalen. The motion of the machine will cause the candidate who uses it to keep his head in a continual nod, whether he will or not. This action will be construed by the multitude into universal familiarity. "He has not a bit of pride about him," will be the cry, and an exhibition of his name at the head of the poll will be the result.

All human machinery is liable to dislocation: streets will sometimes be slippery, plugs will occasionally be left open, and a horse may accidently fall. Should such an accident take place in a cabriolet, that desirable privacy upon which the Speculator has dilated above, will still continue uninvaded. The carriage will fall forward, the hood will just cap itself over the horse's ears, and the lady or gentleman who rides inside will remain like a butterfly under a hat. The secret will not transpire beyond the quadruped who draws and the biped who drives upon their discretion the public may rely with confidence.

As a melancholy contrast to this great advantage, the Speculator has merely to draw the enlightened attention of the public towards the situation of those unhappy people who ride outside of stage-coaches.