Lord! how the chattering tribe admire, ds what a fall had our dear brother, None cocks his tail, none claws his breech : And for a while forgets to steal. The celebrated author of the Dissertation on Dumpling seems to have forgot one material embellishment to his elaborate essay, which he is desired to prefix to his next edition, by way of appendix. When as King Henry rul'd this land, He ruled like a King, He stole three pecks of barley meal, A bag pudding this King did make, With gobs of suet put therein, As big as both my thumbs. The King and Queen did eat full sore, The nobles eke beside, And what that night they cou'dn't devour, Next morning it was fry'd. N. B. This was taken from a manuscript in the Cotton Library, and is set to music by the learned Count Heydaker, to be sung in Masquerade on Seigniora Faustina's benefit night. On the Death of Dr. Young. Hic saltem accumulem donis, et fungar inani Ah, fatal hour! at last we must resign; Eternal pleasures, everlasting joy. Methinks I hear thee tune thy pleasing lyre In that blest place, where angels lead the choir. Hail, happy saint! thine is eternal day, CLERICUS. Last week the following new invented politic scheme for getting a dram, was practised upon a grocer on the Blind Quay. A woman desired a quart of brandy might be put into a bottle which she brought with her; but on trial there being near half a pint more than it would hold, she drank the overplus, and pretending business a little farther, left the bottle in the shop till her return, when she was to pay for the quart, which for prudential reasons, no doubt, she has postponed, having not as yet made her second appearance; and the bottle on examination was found to be a cracked one. An Elegy written in Bartholomew Fair. Dull is the scene of ancient feats of wit, An hour's relief from care and business found. Flockton no more shall dance his puppet ring, The swagg'ring giant fill the room no more, No more the monkey on the rope shall swing, Nor grin portentous at the ale-house door. The round-about its wheel no more shall ply, (Sure emblem of the giddy round of life) Nor Andrew's self his merry tricks shall try To raise amid the crowd the curious strife. Old Momus' sons, and Thespis' merry boys, In joint exclusion curse their wayward doom; And now, so City Magistrates ordain, In oysters may we spend our sober pence, M. Anecdote. When James the Second attempted to introduce the Roman Catholic religion and arbitrary power into Great Britain, he had an army encamped on Hounslow Heath to terrify the people. Seven bishops were seized upon and sent to the Tower; but they appealed to the laws of their country, and were set at liberty. When this news reached the camp, the shouts of joy were so great that they re-echoed in the Royal Palace. This, however, did not quite convince the king of the aversion of the soldiers to be the instruments of oppression against their fellow subjects; he, therefore, made another trial, he ordered the guards to be drawn up, and the word was given, that those who did not choose to support the king's measures should ground their arms. When, behold, to his utter confusion, and their eternal honour-the whole body grounded their arms. A grave writer on the laws of England says, that "when a Jury of Matrons is impannelled, the fore-man ought to be a woman of known and good repute !" The underwritten Lines are copied from the original will of the late Nathaniel Lloyd, Esq. who died a few weeks since at his seat at Twickenham, in Middlesex, by inserting which you will oblige your constant reader, TOM TELL-TRUTH. What I am going to bequeath, When this frail part submits to death; But still I hope the spark divine, I pray ye, fairly my last will, And first I give to dear Lord Hinton, Or some such memorandum thing; To Vere, Earl Poulett's second son, Unto my nephew, Robert Longdon, I give two hundred pounds in cash. One hundred pounds to my niece Tuder, (With loving eyes one Matthew view'd her) And to her children just among 'em, A hundred more, and not to wrong In equal shares I freely give it, 'em, Not doubting but they will receive it. To Sally Crouch and Mary Lee, If they with Lady Poulett be; Because they round the year did dwell The first ten pounds, the other twenty, |