Three choice Mrs. Nortons, all singing like syrens, While most of our pallid young clerks are Lord Byrons. Then we've ** *s and ***s (for whom there's small call), And ***s and ***s (for whom no call at all). In short, whosoe'er the last "Lion" may be, 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 mov'd 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. "Bottom: Let me play the lion; I will roar you as 'twere any nightingale." SOME ACCOUNT OF THE LATE DINNER TO DAN. FROM tongue to tongue the rumour flew ; And still the unholy rumour ran, From Tory woman to Tory man, Though none to come at the truth was able Till, lo, at last, the fact came out, The horrible fact, beyond all doubt, That Dan had din'd 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 That news produc'd in this orthodox nation? If Dan was allow'd at the Castle to feed, 'Twas clearly all up with the Protestant creed! There hadn't, indeed, such an apparition Of Don Giovanni, that naughty play, That a devil too much had join'd the quadrille *; For, they knew from whence th' intruder had come, This fact, we see, is a parallel case To the dinner that, some weeks since, took place. It shows what a nest of Popish sinners But, mark the end of these foul proceedings, * History of the Irish Stage. Some comfort 'twill be-to those, at least, And some good people were even afraid NEW HOSPITAL FOR SICK LITERATI. WITH all humility we beg To inform the public, that Tom Tegg- In buying up dead reputations, Which, all must own, is quite surprising, As though they still were living men ; All this, too, manag'd, in a trice, By those two magic words, "Half Price," Which brings the charm so quick about, That worn-out poets, left without Are made to go at second hand; To learn that Tegg, who works this feat, To keep alive Fame's invalids, |