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ufage he has met from your illuftrious fociety. Even you, who ought to have efpous'd the caufe of an opprefs'd brother, have, like a profefs'd enemy, publish'd fome things to his disadvantage. If you go on thus, you have not the good of your community at heart; for you'll hinder feveral military heroes from inlifting themselves into your fociety, who might defend the members of it against all oppofition by force of arms; which is ftronger, and therefore a.. better argument, than can be produc'd in your journal. If upon mature deliberation you fhall think fit to confult the interest of your fociety, and to alter conduct; I myyour felf will write a play against the latter end of this month; and contemn all critics, aided by your journal, and a file of grenadiers.
S: JAMES'S COFFEE-
I am yours eternally,
T the late trial of Mr. PETER NOAKES for the murder of. Mr. WILLIAM TURNER; that celebrated actor Mr. WILLIAM PENKETHMAN was produc'd as a witnefs in favour of the prifoner. On which tragical occafion, he deliver'd his teftimony in a moft furprizingly proper manner; performing at once the parts of a good witness, a good actor, and a good poet, To relate the common occurrences of life in the lofty ftrains of poetry, is extremely, difficult; but to do this extempore, is really wonderful. To act a part well at the theatre in the OLD BAILY; before fuch fevere judges, and fo numerous and polite an audience, and to come off with applaufe, is a very great thing; but it is still greater, to bring of a friend.-----As all these circumftances concur to raise Mr. PENKETHMAN's reputation; the fociety is forry to observe, that our learned brother the hiftoriographer of the OLD BAILY has not done him juftice; having printed that fine fpeech of his in a profaic manner, which is moft fublime blank verfe. As fuch it is therefore here republifh'd, in a poetical manner, but without the change of one word; in order to tranfmit to pofterity an illuftrious evidence of a great genious for poetry, and. of a great act of friendship.
N THURSDAY night, or rather FRIDAY morning, "Twixt two and three, the prisoner and deceased, Rack punch were drinking at the RUMMER tavern. IN DRURY-LANE for then I found 'em there, And fociable they feem'd, and drank, and talk'd Like friends, 'till watchman cry'd, paft four a clock. The reckoning was a crown, NOAKES paid it all. From thence we rambled to KING's coffee-house, In COVENT-GARDEN. Ale and orange there We drank and ftill they cordial friends appear'd.-They told me, that they had been ferenading Some ladies, but they did not tell me who. And what (faid they) is your opinion, fir, Of fuch diverfion? I affur'd 'em that I was not fond of catterwauling frolicks... At five I left 'em, and return'd at fix, And found 'em ftill together friendly. 'Twas after seven when the deceas'd arose, And afk'd the prisoner if he would go with him.. But he refus'd to go: then the deceased Bade him good morrow, and went out alone. No, fir, I did not take him to be mad,... But rather thought he was a little filly. For he would laugh at every thing that pafs'd, At every word was fpoke, tho' nothing merry, Not fit to raise a smile; the meerest trifle Imaginable wou'd fet him on the twitter.-----When he was gone, I importun'd the prisoner To cross the water, with me, and two more. Who were in company, to spend the day In merriment, (for I had then no knowledge, That I fhould at the theatre be wanted) The prifonen gave confent, we all agreed, And down SOUTHAMPTON-STREET we took our way:
A fervant to the theatre by chance.
We met; his bufinefs was at tavern doors,
And city gates the play-house bills to fix.
A part appointed was for me to act,
Grubftreet Journal, No 111.
An EPILOGUE to the COMEDY of IGNO-
Who fo long have lorded at the bar,
Still the great champion of the goofe-quill war;
But ah! what makes yon pulpit heroes fneer?
Grubftreet Journal, No 21. POEMS, &c. omitted.
HEN fickness reigns, and sharp diseases fpread,
The pains our bodies from disease endure,
Thus, where by chance fome filthy ordure lies,