.........."!!! ...... .... Care Nonsuited. .......... Sir Cripped Crampshank, all alive to love, Exclaims.-(Mimicks.) -" I'll wedded be-I will, by Jove! "To some young virgin too! -for gold I've plenty, "And then for age-I'm only four times twenty: "That's young enough-pooh!--faith, I'm quiete a boy, "With health, and vigour, for an age of joy!" His folly mark:- Blindfold by dotage led, Conducts some bar-maid to the nuptial bed, Who soon plants antlers on his empty head. Next for elopement ripe Miss Pert appears, Woman in fancy, tl ough a child in years; Squint-eyed-stump-tooth'd-with nose and chin maunch mumpey, Fresh from the toilet, where four hours in waste Steals forth to meet her swain, -all palpitation! (Mimicks her.)-" Oh! my poor heart-dear Sir-I shall expire! "My scarlet blushing cheeks are all on fire! "Say that you love me!" - (Sighs. - Mimicks her.) "Angels catch that sigh! "When I love you not -damme, let me die! "On thee, my tender lamb, my soul shall glutton. 66 Damme, I had her there as-dead as mutten! ............ Address to Miss Pickle. "Quick let us fly to hymeneal delights, "In joy to pass our days, in bliss our nights." By wedlock rous'd, from this wild dream of bliss! She breaks her glass-he keeps a fav'rite miss: Squire Punch-bowl Muz, with knaves and sots connected, Despised by many, and by none respected; "Humph!-eh!-that's good!-(As if from a Doze.) " Never heard that before; Bravo, my lad!-that's deep! damme-hand core!" All-fours required the last extent of learning: But soft!-to case in point, from which digressing, An English jury, English laws its guide, A COMIC ADDRESS TO MISS PICKLE. "In her cxcellent white bosom these."-To that angelic, immaculate, divine, most refulgent, scintilla E Address to Miss Pickle. .... ting, luminous, and all-vivifying constellation of virgin excellence, and saint-like purity, these prolific, effervescent, exuberant effusions of an ardent and faithful muse, are dedicated with the deepest profoundity of shining respect, and blazing admiration, to Miss Bridget Pickle, by her most enslaved admirer, Augustus Nero Hannibal Scipio Tag. : Oh! Billy Cupid hear my prayer, Then Billy Cupid be not fickle, } DEBATES ON THE STATE OF THE NATION, IN A POLITICAL CLUB, Consisting of a Baker, a Barber, a Tailor, a Grocer, an Innkeeper, a Perfumer, and a Chelsea Pensioner. In describing a Political Club, I shall endeavour to personify the characters of a Baker, a Butcher, a Barber, a Tailor, a Grocer, an Inkeeper, a Perfumer, and a Chelsea Pensioner, who were all lately deeply engaged in giving their sentiments on the state of the nation. The first who began was Bobby Raspall, the baker; he said, "In my opinion, the nation is undone like a once-baked biscuit, and if the people don't keep tally with the ministry, they are all cakes." Ben Knucklebone, the butcher, observed, "May I never go to market again, if I don't think we are all a parcel of calves, or else we shou'd petition the minister to knock down all forestalling before we are all cut up and laid out as dead as mutton." Neddy Lather'em, the barber, stated, "I am sure the nation. was never so much in the suds as at present, but I suppose the ministry means to engross all the trade of barbering himself, or else he would not, under the pretence of powdering the hair, shave so closely all his Majesty's subjects." Tim Fit'em, the tailor, said, "Well, now I do declare, that I think the nation is now come to the fag endo its consequences. O, that I had some of her leading ones here, I'd trim their jackets with such a basting as they never had before; I'd teach'em to take away the tailors' privilege of cabbaging; they shou'd no longer fill their hell of a budget with what should feed and clothe the nation; no, I'd make 'em twist, with a good measuring, until I had suited them to their hearts' content." Bob Souchong, the tea-dealer and grocer, differed from all the rest. He observed, " Now I think our ministry are the best and wisest of men; don't you think the fragrant odours of tea are Drunken Oration. .... much more wholesome and pleasant than the intoxicating fumes of tobacco." "No!" exclaimed Sam Shortcut, "for tobacco has saved the lives of thousand, whom tea would otherwise have destroyed. But you don't care a fig about the nation, so you can get a plumb; but I'll have a rap at your cannister, I warrant you.' 99 "No difference among gentlemen," cried Tom Larder, the in keeper, " but hear me. I compare the nation to a broadwheel'd waggon. Now isn't it as how very possible for this waggon to be overloaded, and so break down? No, you'll say, not if it has an iron axle-tree. Why, you blockhead, won't iron and steel wear out? Well, but however, if it won't break down, isn't it possible, from the neglect of the driver, it may tumble into the Pit? Now, how are you in that case to get it out of this Pit? you don't know; I know you dont know, for if you did, you'd be as cunning as a Fox." Matty Mareschal, the perfumer, being more deeply affected by the powder-tax than any barber could possibly be, could not avoid giving his sentiments on the present occasion, “I think," says he, "the nation was never so dressed as it has been since the tax on hair powder. What could be his antipathy to our white and brown powder? They never killed, like his battle powder, thousands by thousands. If he had meant to have served his country, he should have taxed the use of gun-powder, which would have saved not only the money, but the lives of the people." "Hold! hold!" said a Chelsea Pensioner, "what, tax gunpowder? honour and glory forbid! No, let us have gun-powder free, while we have a soldier or sailor to use it in defence of his country!" A DRUNKEN ORATION. So here I am here I am as drunk as a prince, and as seber as a judge.-(Hiccups.) -I like to keep it up. -(Pulls out a paper.)-Let me see, how far it is from the first of May |