Whose head's so full of all sorts of wares, My skill as a linguist all must know Just look around, and-Pack is there! Only find me in negus and applause, (NOTE BY THE EDITOR.) Those who are anxious to run a muck POLICE REPORTS. CASE OF IMPOSTURE. AMONG other stray flashmen, disposed of, this week, Was a youngster, named St-nl-y, genteelly connected, 1 Verbatim, as said. This tribute is only equalled by that of Talleyrand to his medical friend, Dr. —: "Il se connoit en tout; et même un peu en médecine." 2 Song in "The Padlock." Chief Secs., Lord-Lieutenants, Commanders-in- NEW GRAND EXHIBITION OF MODELS chief, Might then all be cull'd from th' episcopal benches; While colonels in black would afford some relief OF THE TWO HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT. From the hue that reminds one of th' old scarlet | COME, step in, gentlefolks, here ye may view wench's. 1 En fait d'amour, trop même n'est pas assez.-Barbier de Seville. An exact and natʼral representation • Grant of Ireland to Henry II. by Pope Adrian. And the Company hope yet to witness the hour, When, by strongly applying the mare-motive' SOME ACCOUNT OF THE LATE DINNER TO DAN. FROM tongue to tongue the rumor flew ; But none knew whether 'twas fact or fable: Though none to come at the truth was ableTill, lo, at last, the fact came out, The horrible fact, beyond all doubt, That Dan had dined at the Viceroy's table; Had flesh'd his Popish knife and fork In the heart of th' Establish'd mutton and pork! Who can forget the deep sensation Is the power o'er the mind of pounds, shillings, and That news produced in this orthodox nation? pence; And that not even Phoebus himself, in our day, ware, And it doesn't at all matter in either of these lines, Deans, rectors, curates, all agreed, If Dan was allow'd at the Castle to feed, Been heard of, in Dublin, since that day Of Don Giovanni, that naughty play, There appear'd, as if raised by necromancers, An extra devil among the dancers! Yes-ev'ry one saw, with fearful thrill, That a devil too much had join'd the quadrille And sulphur was smelt, and the lamps let fall A grim, green light o'er the ghastly ball, And the poor sham devils didn't like it at all; For, they knew from whence th' intruder had come, Though he left, that night, his tail at home. Then we've ***s and ***s, (for whom there's small This fact, we see, is a parallel case call,) And ***s and ***s, (for whom no call at all.) In short, whosoe'er the last "Lion" may be, We've a Bottom who'll copy his roar3 to a T, And so well, that not one of the buyers who've got 'em Can tell which is lion, and which only Bottom. N. B.-The company, since they set up in this line, Have moved their concern, and are now at the sign Of the Muse's Velocipede, Fleet Street, where all Who wish well to the scheme are invited to call. 1 ""Tis money makes the mare to go." 2 We have lodgings apart, for our posthumous people, As we find that, if left with the live ones, they keep ill. To the dinner that, some weeks since, took place. With the difference slight of fiend and man, It shows what a nest of Popish sinners That city must be, where the devil and Dan May thus drop in, at quadrilles and dinners! But, mark the end of these foul proceedings, Who've studied this awful dinner question- And some good people were even afraid Had poison'd the Papist with orangeade. NEW HOSPITAL FOR SICK LITERATI. WITH all humility we beg To inform the public, that Tom Tegg- By those two magic words, "Half Price," as oped an Hospital, in town, (By some call'd Cantos,) stabз from wits; That oft-times, when the cure's completed, As titled poets (being phenomenons) Don't like to mix with low and common 'uns, Tegg's Hospital has separate wards, Express for literary lords, Where prose-peers, of immoderate length, And oft, not only stints, for spite. Of this event, howe'er unpleasant, A statement of the whole affair, RELIGION AND TRADE "Sir Robert Peel believed it was necessary to originate all respecting religion and trade in a Committee of the House." -Church Extension, May 22, 1830. SAY, who was the wag, indecorously witty, Who, first in a statute, this libel convey'd; And thus slyly referr'd to the self-same committee, As matters congenial, Religion and Trade? Oh surely, my Ph-llp-ts, 'twas thou didst the deed; For none but thyself, or some pluralist brother, Accustom❜d to mix up the craft with the creed, Could bring such a pair thus to twin with each other. Are nursed, when they've outgrown their strength, And yet, when one thinks of times present And poets, whom their friends despair of, Are-put to bed and taken care of. Tegg begs to contradict a story, Now current both with Whig and Tory, and That the shrine and the shop seem to have some |