No Popery brawlers 'gainst Reform
Should choose another uniform;

The Sanbenito, red and black,
Would better suit the pension'd back,.
With flames and devils thick, besprent,
And other hellish ornament,

Fit for that time, and for no other,
When bigots roast, and broil, and smother;
But not for this, when good and wise,
With op'ning hearts and unseal'd eyes,
See the true interest of the nation
In Peace, Reform, and Toleration.

What do they think to gull the people
By hanging Bell up in their steeple?
Or brandishing their penal code

'Gainst those whom want-nay, famine, goad?
Ah! Blue and Buff in masquerade,
Will ne'er revive our drooping trade;
This must be done by genuine stuff,
By Fox and Co.'s true Blue and Buff.

But what will our Prince Regent do
With these soi-disant Buff and Blue?
His qui proquos will never cease,
He'll talk to Perceval of Peace!
To Eldon of an ended suit!

With York, the best way to recruit!
And chat with Viscount Castlereagh,

Of Ireland's prosperity-!!

And when they talk, pray will he own them, Of war ad internecionem?

Of fir'd resolve of never sharing

The common rights with Sister Erin?
Persistence in their Orders frantic,
And fatal quarrel Trans-Atlantic ?—
Time only in his circuit can, Sir,
This most momentous question answer.
Meantime we'll leave their Buff and Blue
To this pawn-broking piebald crew,
Who deal in pledges to the state,
Each strutting with his duplicate-
From such, indignant, let us turn
To those who cling round Fox's urn;

THE

In sober suit their homage pay,
(For Fox's colour now is GREY,)
Who scorn the back-stair path to trace,
And sell their country for a place.-
Though titles tempt, and ribands lure,
With Sheridan can dare be poor;
And, spite of strange infatuation,
Be honest, and uphold the nation
Consistent, zealous, firm, and true,
Immortal Fox's Buff' and Blue.

THE KENNEL.

[From the Morning Herald, March 14.1

HE Kennel of Fox-Hounds still hang on hand. Will GREENFIELD, their savage-tempered Huntsman, however, talks swaggeringly about the high prices that have been bid for them in couples, but that he is determined not to part with them but in a bunch, except a few of the babbling puppies, which, from the want of flesh, and not having been wormed, are a little liable, he says, at this season, to run mad. Will's Hack, Grey Fretful, has been often had out, and tried, but is found too slack for a Teaser, and having a couple of blood spavins, won't do to carry a Lady safe: less money is now expected for him, ass a knowing jockey or two, who have handled him, say he is touched in the wind!"

ADVERTISEMENT EXTRAORDINARY.
[From the British Press, March 14.]

STRAYED, a Bull of the Welsh Breed-He has been long considered a fine generous animal, and worked most kindly in the Royal team until within these few weeks, when he became restive, and broke loose. Whoever will give notice of him, so as that he may be recovered, shall be handsomely reward

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ed,

ed, on application to Mr. JOHN BULL, at the sign of the Crown and Sceptre, Constitution Hill. It is feared that he has got into the hands of some very bad dealer.

N. B. He was considered a fine animal-his friends not having lately seen him, cannot say what he is now. They have heard, indeed, that he is wofully changed, and all for the worse.

ANACREONTIC.

TO A PLUMASSIER.

[From the Morning Chronicle, March 16.1

FINE and feathery artisan !

Best of Plumists! if you can
To such lofty task presume,
Make for me a Pr-ce's Plume;
Feathers bright, and feathers rare,
Such as suits a Pr-ce to wear.
First, thou downiest of men!
Seek me out a fine Pea-hen;
Such a Hen, so tall and grand,
As by Juno's side might stand,
If there were no Cocks at hand.
Be she ancient, be she fat,
Never mind, no matter that.
Seek her feathers soft and brown,
Fit to shine on Pr-ce's Crown;
If thou canst not find them, stupid!
Ask the way of Prior's Cupid.
Ranging these in order due,
Pluck me next-an old Cuckoo,
Emblem of the honour'd fates
Of easy, kind, cornuted mates.
Pluck him well-be sure you do--
Who wouldn't be an old Cuckoo,
Thus to have his feathers blest
Shining on a R-y-1 Crest?

Bravo, Plumist!-now what Bird
Shall we find for Plume the Third ?

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You

You must get a learned Owl,
Bleakest of black-letter Fowl;
Bigot bird, that hates the light,
Foe to all that's fair and bright!
Seize his quills, so form'd to pen
Books, that shun the search of men ;
Books, that, far from every eye,
In "swelter'd venom sleeping" lie
Stick them in beside the two,

Proud Pea-hen and old Cuckoo-
Now you have the triple feather,
Bind their kindred stems together,
With a silken tie, whose hue
Once was brilliant Buff and Blue ;·
Sullied now, alas, how much !
Only fit for Y-rm-th's touch.
Now beneath, in letters neat,

Write-" I serve," and all 's complete.

PLAYS IN REHEARSAL.

[From the same.]

THE following Tragedies and Comedies have been in rehearsal at the Royalty Theatre, and will be speedily produced, with unexampled splendour:Flórizel and Perdita-Family Quarrels.

The Wags of Windsor-Raising the Wind.
The Double Marriage-A New Way to Pay Old
Debts.

Who's the Dupe?The Careless Husband.
King or No King.

Double Dealer-Is He a Prince?

Two Noble Kinsmen-The Liar.

New Brooms-The Road to Ruin.

Papal Tyrants-The Refusal-The Wonder:

The Feast of Darius-The Devil to Pay-The Her

roic Daughter:

A Peep into the Seraglio-Hartford Bridge.

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Mysterious

Mysterious Visitor-Busy Body-The Gamester. The Chains of the Heart-The Mad Lover.

Together with the Military Burletta of The Life and Death of Tom Thumb the Great.

THE MANAGER IN DISTRESS.

[From the British Press, March 16.]

THE following letter appeared in The Bath and Bristol Mercury last Monday.

No. II.

MY DEAREST BROTHER,

Opera House, Pantheon,
March 7, 1812.

I WRITE to you again, to say, that my first performance is fixed for Thursday next, the 12th instant. From all I hear, we shall play to a crowded house. I am told most of the O. P.'s will be there, perhaps with the intent of making a riot; I shall, however, be prepared for them, by having the nightly watch at my elbow. I confess I feel terribly nervous, and fear I must have recourse to a drop of the good old cordial we have so often tasted together; for it is an unpleasant task to encounter so many of my old stage friends, whom I have endeavoured to seduce from their present honourable engagements. We are to have a private rehearsal in the ante-room before the doors are open, to try the young Actors who have never before appeared on any stage: some of them are rare fellows, and want licking into shape most confoundedly. My is capital in

Polonius, for he has all the sneaking manners of the true-bred courtier; as Sir Pertinax M'Sycophant says, "He boo'd and boo'd again," and has a happy insincere smile upon his countenance, which never forsakes him. We tried him in the scene with Hamlet, where he says

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