A speech with all these beauties cannot fail to have its effect, especially if you conclude with asserting that ministerial influence has now done its worst; they can poll no more; and now is the time for your five thousand " men in buckram" to come forward, and strike them dumb, dead, and d-d at once. Seventh and last day.-As bad as ever-and the poll declared. Now comes your triumph, and you may assert, that, although you have not succeeded-you never thought you should-you never said you should -you had at best but very faint hopes-you would not have come forward if a majority of the electors had not invited you; you wished for nothing but to give them peace and plenty-it was their business, not yours; and as a reward for the kindness of those who have voted for you, give them a long address, proving that the places and incomes of three or four noblemen, mentioned by name, if divided among your friends, would amount to 3s. 6d. per man, if they had only the virtue to do themselves justice, as has been done in a neighbouring nation, namely, either by making them fly the country, or, which is safer, by knocking them on the head. And having laid down this consoling doctrine, request them to go home in a peaceable and orderly manner! I am, Sir, yours, MAZARINE. ON DOCTOR BUSBY'S CALLING HIS ADDRESS 66 A MONOLOGUE." THE [From the Morning Chronicle, Oct. 26.] HE name Busby gave to his hodge-podge of rhyme In a Monologue, one person speaks at a time, At the spouting of his, hundreds held forth at once. Suffolk, Oct. 17. J. P. AN A AN ELECTION BLUNDER, AT DOWNPATRICK. [From the same, Oct. 28.] CANDIDATE in full career Of promises, and bows, and beer, When up comes, smirking, Mr. Stitch, 7 flew, (Forgetting quite, though an old stager, Poor Stitch)-Dear Major Bridges, how d'ye do? It's quite an age since I have seen you, Major! I know how strong you are upon the poll! I love the army! but the Old Stitch, amaz'd at these mysterious speeches, Still bowing, cried-" Good Sir, I made your breeches, The folk laugh'd out-and so, to stop their jeering, Slipp'd into Stitch's hand a thirty shillings Bank of Ireland note! T. PROPOSALS FOR A NEW THEATRE. [From the General Evening Post, Oct. 28.] MR, EDITOR, I HAVE a plan for erecting a new national Theatre, which I think has become absolutely necessary from the increased and increasing size of the town; and the following is the mode on which I propose to raise and conduct it: First, I intend to have a committee of eleven honourable and independent gentlemen, who know nothing of the stage, and therefore can have no improper partialities. Second, I propose to conduct the whole according to act of Parliament; and that none shall be admitted who cannot write their name; by which I shall be sure of having an enlightened and literary audience. Third, All persons, on their admittance, shall have their deeds examined (for which six attornies shall always be kept in waiting), that they may enter the house legally; and as this matter will take up some time at each door, the company are requested to attend at four o'clock in the afternoon, that the examination of deeds may be finished before the play begins. DRAMATICUS. IMPROMPTU BY A PERFORMER AT NEW DRURY, WHOSE ALLOWANCE OF HALF A CANDLE WAS BURNED OUT BEFORE HE HAD FINISHED DRESSING. [From the same, Oct. 29.] ONCE Fiat lux resounded here, N. A PARODY. A PARODY. [From the Morning Post, Oct. 29.] MR. EDITOR, AFTER the meritorious exertions of Doctor Busby to rescue his rejected Address from oblivion, I really feel it a duty to publish one which the great contriver of the Theatre himself, it is said, intended to have spoken on the opening night; but which he was prevented from doing by his consummate diffidence. As the case is, though not a new one, at least a hard one, I enclose it to you as I received it, and am, Sir, your humble Servant, COCLICUS INDICUS. ADDRESS (A PARODY), To be spoken by the Author, dressed in the Garb of a Brewer's Porter, armed with a Spigot, &c. "The Drama's Laws, the Drayman gives.” My name is Wd. Upon Hertford's Hills This House which opes to-night, large as my brewhouse, With bended quill and book full of subscribers, The road they went *;-then hasted to some friend, I met advancing. Then the chair I took, *This alludes to sundry barrows-full of materials, which, in the early part of last year, were observed to make progress out of the ruins every day. And They'd hunt together, and be found But they (for dogs can speak) said "What Close by the kennel-door-but >! What griefs are dogs still doom'd to know !— The old Squire's pack appear'd in view, And well maintain'd a well-earn'd fame.- |