they seem to regard as enemies when at home, but visit as friends when abroad. As this is a subject, Mr. Editor, upon which I might be both long and loud, probably what has been already talked of it may be sufficient for the end proposed; so, for the present, I'll hold my TONGUE. ELEGY, WRITTEN IN BARTLEMY FAIR, AT FIVE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING, [From the Morning Chronicle, Sept. 14.] HE clock-bell tolls the hour of early day; THE The lowing herd their Smithfield penance see; Now the first beams of morning glad the sight, Save that, where shelter'd or from wind or shower, Beneath those ragged tents-that boarded shed, The well-slept passenger's unheeding tread, Some head volcanic, oft discharging fire! Some Some Clown, or Pantaloon-the gazers' jest, EPIGRAM ON A YOUNG LADY BEING LATELY MARRIED TO A MI. DEATH. [From the same, Sept. 17.] SHOULD Death, from Death again release her, Till when, with Death she still shall live, A BALLAD ATTRIBUTED TO AN EMINENT BARRISTER. The Storie of the Hottentot Ladie and her lawfull Knight, who essaid to release her out of Captivitie; and what my Lordes the Judges did therein. [From the Public Ledger, Sept. 21.] OH, have you been in London towne, Its rarities to see; There is, 'mongst ladies of renowne, In Piccadillie street so faire On golden letters written there, But you may ask, and well, I ween, And what in her is to be seen, Than other folks more rare ? And this is why men go to see Now this was shown for many a day, And eke for many a night; Till sober folks began to say, That all could not be right. Some said this was with her good will, At last a doughty Knight stood forth, A knight of singular good worth, But he would try most gallantly To serve the Hottentot. He He would not fight, but plead the cause And so appealed to the laws, A mighty "Habeas Corpus" Including rump and all, and thus Release the Hottentot. Thus, driving on with might and main, He wish'd to send her home again, On that full pure and holy plan, He swore, in troth, no other man He went unto the Judges grave, He said, a man of cruel heart, Whose name is now forgot, Did show, for pay, the hinder part Of this fair Hottentot; That, in this land of libertie, Where freedom groweth still, No one can show another's tail Against the owner's will; And wish'd my Lordes to send some one, This rare exhibiting was done The Judges did not hesitate This piteous tale to hear, Conceiving her full-bottom'd state Claim'd their especial care; And told the Knight that be might de E'en visit privately, and view His Ladie Hottentot. Then say 't was done with full consent When speaking free from all alarm, And says she thinks there's no great harm. Thus endeth this sad tale of woe, The fame and the revenues too And now good people all may go WATERING-PLACES. [From the General Evening Post, Sept. 21.] MR. EDITOR, 1 IF the result of a late visit to our Watering-places be acceptable to you, it is much at your service. It is scarcely worth while to trace at what time it became fashionable to visit these places. What, however, began in fashion seems now to end in necessity; and although the father of a family does not clearly perceive that necessity, he is so soon out-voted by the other domestic branches, that all objection on his part becomes useless, The original pretext, I have no doubt, was health; of this some faint traces yet re-- VOL. XVI. main, |