E'en Chili bonds don't cool the rage, nor those still more romantic, sir, For new canals to join the seas Pacific and Atlantic, sir. Run, neighbours, run, you 're just in time to get a share In all the famous bubbles that amuse John Bull. At home we have projects, too, for draining surplus capital, And Eldon launched his thunder from the upper House. Investment banks to lend a lift to people who are undone,— Proposals for assurance,-there's no end of that in London; And one amongst the number, who in Parliament now press their bills, For lending cash at eight per cent. on coats and inexpressibles. Run, neighbours, run, you 're just in time to get a share In all the famous bubbles that amuse John Bull. No more with her bright pails the milkman's rosy daughter works, A company must serve you now with milk and cream; Perhaps they've some connexion with the advertising waterworks, That promise to supply you from the limpid stream. Another body corporate would fain some pence and shillings get, By selling fish at Hungerford, and knocking up old Billingsgate; Another takes your linen, when it's dirty, to the suds, sir, And brings it home in carriages with four nice bits of blood, sir. Run, neighbours, run, you 're just in time to get a share In all the famous bubbles that amuse John Bull. When Greenwich coaches go by steam on roads of iron railing, sir, How pleasant it will be to see a dozen in a line; And ships of heavy burthen over hills and valleys sailing, sir, Shall cross from Bristol's Channel to the Tweed or Tyne. And Dame Speculation, if she ever fully hath her ends, Will give us docks at Bermondsey, St. Saviour's, and St. Catherine's ; While side-long bridges over mud shall fill the folks with wonder, sir, And lamp-light tunnels all day long convey the cockneys under, sir. Run, neighbours, run, you're just in time to get a share In all the famous bubbles that amuse John Bull. A tunnel underneath the sea, from Calais straight to Dover, sir, That qualmish folks may cross by land from shore to shore, With sluices made to drown the French, if e'er they would come over, sir, Has long been talk'd of, till at length 'tis thought a monstrous bore. Amongst the many scheming folks, I take it he 's no ninny, sir, Who bargains with the Ashantees to fish the coast of Guinea, sir; For, secretly, 'tis known that another brilliant view he has, Of lighting up the famous town of Timbuctoo with oil gas. Run, neighbours, run, you 're just in time to get a share In all the famous bubbles that amuse John Bull. Then a company is form'd, though not yet advertising, The new discover'd turnpike-roads which cross the moon. But the most inviting scheme of all, is one proposed for carrying Large furnaces to melt the ice which hems poor Captain Parry in ; They'll then have steam-boats twice a-week to all the newly-seen land, And call for goods and passengers at Labrador and Greenland! Run, neighbours, run, you 're just in time to get a share In all the famous bubbles that amuse John Bull. PROSPECTUS FOR A GENERAL BURYING Capital 500,000l. Shares 501. THE immediate object of this institution is to rob death of its terrors, and, by following the example of our Parisian friends, blend the graceful with the grave, and mingle the picturesque with the pathetic :-in short, the directors feel confident, that when their scheme is fully developed, the whole system of inhumation will be changed, and the feelings and associations connected with interments, in general, assume so novel a character, that it will be rather pleasant than otherwise to follow our friends and relations to the tomb. It is proposed to purchase an extensive domain in the neighbourhood of Primrose Hill and Caen Wood, where the diversified undulations of ground, and the soothing commixture of trees and water, afford the most flattering promise of success in the undertaking. No difficulty is anticipated in the purchase of the property, since the will of the late noble owner distinctly points out that it shall remain "grass land" to all eternity, and, "since all flesh is grass," no reasonable objection can be raised to its appropriation as a public cemetery. The public cemetery, like the Daily Advertiser, will be open to all parties-dead or alive-of all religions, or, indeed, of none; and, it does not need the practical knowledge attainable by a visit to the French metropolis to convince the world that by laying out the ground in a park-like manner, with umbrageous walks, alcoves, bowers, and fish-ponds, a link will be created between the past and present generation, and the horrid idea of having deposited a parent, a husband, or a sister, in a cold, damp grave, or a gloomy vault, refined into the agreeable recollection that they repose in a picturesque garden or a shady grove, at an easy distance from the most fashionable part of the town. The directors intend opening a convenient hotel and tavern on the spot, at which persons visiting the cemetery, either as mourners, or in search of quiet retreats for themselves, may procure every sort of refreshment. A table d'hôte will be constantly prepared at five shillings a-head, for which cold meat and vin de grave will be furnished; and on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, during the summer, after burying hours, Colinet's band will be regularly engaged for quadrilles, and the grounds illuminated with variegated lamps. A committee of taste will be appointed to regulate the designs of tombs; and the directors think it may save trouble to state in the outset that no allusions to death, nor any representations of skulls, cross-bones, skeletons, or other disagreeable objects, will be permitted. The Royal Society of Literature will be solicited to revise the inscriptions, epitaphs, and elegies, and twelve ladies belonging to the different corps de ballet of the King's Theatre, and the Theatres Royal Covent Garden and Drury Lane, are engaged to enliven the ground as mourners at newly-erected tombs. These young ladies may be engaged by the day or hour, at a moderate price, and find their own garlands. Mr. Samuel Rogers is appointed master of the ceremonies, and will appear dressed in the uniform of the establishment. The directors have appointed Mr. Botibol, of Soho-Square, their artificial florist, who will provide all sorts of flowers for strewing graves; but ladies and gentlemen are requested not to leave the decorations |