Enter BUONAPARTE sea-sick, leaning on NEY for support, BONEY. I'm faint, I'm sick! support me, gentle Ney! They shall be fir'd at. NEY. Very well, BONEY. Send 'em all to Hell. There let them tell of all our mighty works. NEY-[Aside.] Of poisoning invalids, and murdering Turks. MARIA LOUISA. [Exit NEY. What, have you fail'd in what you thought to do? BONEY. Mind your own business-pray, what's that to you?- NURSE. The King of Rome comes to behold the fight. BONEY. Hence take the ugly bastard from my sight. The little whelp, 'tis true, est comme son père, Tune-" Where thou art, O Liberty, there is my Home." Farewell to the ocean, where lately I've wander'd, of Of Englishmen there let the life-blood be squander'd, And thou, senseless Albion, who brav'st the commotion And say long at heart her remembrance remains; The grand prop of splendour in Luxury's dome; And liberty claim to be sure as their right; Enter Admiral and other Officers of the Flotilla. ADMIRAL. Great Sire, we fought like men, fate did the rest, Seven praams ye had, ten brigs, ay, and one sloop, But beat, ye rascals, all flew, (in my mind,) ADMIRAL. No, Sir, but one-one taken. BONEY. Humph! that's plenty, ADMIRAL. But frequently at once they hobble twenty. BONEY. Hey! ay, that's true-Humph! let me see "Tis not so bad ADMIRAL. Nay, 't is a victory. For when did we their force engage before, DUET-BONEY and ADMIRAL. What you say is true; ADMIRAL-Nor to me alone, I would name O'Connor. BONEY-As his worth is known, He shall have that honour. Tara lara la. BONEY-Vict'ries such as these, ADMIRAL-Force them o'er the seas, 34 THE MAGNIFICENT BUILDING ON TOWER HILL. BONEY-Soon I'll scale their cliffs, Then they must be undone; ADMIRAL-While straight up the Thames, Tara lara la. BONEY-These two great exploits ADMIRAL-We have but to choose Proper time and weather. BONEY-True, Sir, that is all. Then my cannons' roar When their fleet 's no more. GRAND CHORUS. True, your cannons' roar When their fleet's no more. Tara lara la. THE MAGNIFICENT BUILDING ON TOWER HILL, WRITTEN WHILE PASSING IT. [From the Morning Chronicle, Oct. 4.] WHEN both silver and gold Were in plenty, we're told, And there's none to be had, With huge pillars 't is grac'd, For there's nothing to steal, Unless it be timber and stone. But reports are afloat, That a lady of note, Who of chemical skill justly brags That will set her quite free To insist on immediate payment,. But her process pursue, And coin a small piece of her raiment. EXTEMPORE LINES; ADDRESSED TO THE RIGHT HON. LORD CHANCELLOH), BY A HUNGRY SINE-CURE PARSON.. [From the Morning Post, Oct. 4.] HEAR, generous lawyer! hear my prayer ;. Though now upon the woolsack plac'd, Say, by what name the hapless-bard May best attract your kind regard, Plain Jack, Sir John, or Eldon ?* To give, from your vast power of giving, A starving priest some little living, And make the world say, "Well dona !" |