ANACREON IN BOW STREET. 325 thought worthy of analysis. Professor Perceval, still bigotted to his theory, is endeavouring to demonstrate this phenomenon synthetically: Dr. Grenville and Dr. Grey have given it as their decided opinion, that it is impossible. Although we certainly respect the ingenuity of Professor Perceval, which was so successfully exerted in the famous York analysis, we must be allowed to say, that we have met with nothing in the annals of science, since the time of the alchymists, so visionary as his speculations. EPIGRAM ON THE RUMOURED RESIGNATION OF ADMIRAL PUKE. [From the County Chronicle, Nov. 28.] I'm sick of the service-so tell the Grand Duke, JOHN PUKE. ANACREON IN BOW STREET. 66 BY THE AUTHOR OF MY POCKET-BOOK." [From the Morning Chronicle, Dec. 1.] Θελω λέγειν Ατρείδας.—ODE I. AS, rapt, I sweep the golden lyre, But Thespian wars fill all my strain, Of Townsend and of Graham. The The soul of Harmony is dead, To shrieking owls are turn'd my doves, HORACE IN LONDON.-Book II. ODE I.. IN TO MR. KEMBLE. [From the Monthly Mirror.] Motum ex Metello consule civicum, &c. 'N battles provok'd by the blood-tainted Thane, When fortune deserts the poor lunatic Dane, The wreath of applause what philosopher scorns? Awhile to your theatre now bid adieu ! Attempt not your truncheon and staff to renew, For, hark! what a discord of bugles and bells, To scuffles, rows, riots, and battles! * I find that Horace makes particular mention of the O. P.'s, and the noise they made in Rome: "Opes strepitumque Romæ."-OD. LIB. III. 29. My old friend, the late Mr. Opie, was a man of celebrity: but he never made half so much noise in the world as any one of his numerous relations. And ON THE UPROAR AT COVENT GARDEN. And now from the barracks of Bow Street, good lack! 327 Wave high their gilt staffs, while the dull sounding thwack The Billingsgate Muses, indignant to find What surly Brown Bear has not gladly receiv'd At Bow Street what Knight is not sorely aggriev'd, To mix in this warfare, regardless of fear, From Smithfield and Wapping what heroes appear, What Jews have not had bloody noses? But gently, my Muse: hush your angry-ton'd lyre, And, seated at home by your own parlour-fire, ON THE NIGHTLY UPROAR AT COVENT OUR GARDEN. [From the same.] of course, UR writers dramatic must welcome, H. Let Let them join the loud dunces in Boxes and Pit, And whose own is confin'd to their care of a shilling, Must be asses with ears, or be spendthrifts without Whose toe 's in his head, and his head in his heels!! So ye will no longer the reason dissemble Why guineas are thrown to Da Ponte * and Des Hayes, And shillings regretted to Shakspeare and Kemble. H PRIVATE BOXES. O Venus, regina Cnidi Paphique, &c. O'er tall Soho no longer reign, To Hart Street lead the London Graces, As loose of manners as of zone, With bosoms bare, and brazen faces. Bring with thee, dame, a tempting show Age without thee is sapient woe, *The Opera House Poet. Bring LETTER TO THE EARL CN. Bring too the footpad demigod, Who once outwitted wise Apollo; 329 J. 1T THE OXFORD CHANCELLORSHIP. MR. EDITOR, T seems a curious circumstance, that the respective friends of Lords Eldon and Grenville are, on the ensuing election at Oxford, to be entertained, the former at the King's Arms, the latter at the sign of the Cross. Upon this subject I send you the following IMPROMPTU. WOULD you judge of each candidate's motives and ends, The King's Arms will receive the Lord Chancellor's friends, LETTER TO THE EARL CN, &c. &c. &c. [From the Morning Chronicle, Dec. 2.] Ꭲ Gloucester Lodge, Nov. 14, 1809. TO send you an answer, my Lord, I of late meant, Directly your Lordship had publish'd your statement; But I kept it, by Pd's good Duke to be read, Which I cannot accomplish-because he is dead. Thus the realm lost a patriot for uprightness noted; So I now shall expunge, with most scrupulous hands, I protest |