Of the rise of provisions, the fall of the stocks,
Lord Lauderdale's mission, and death of Charles
Fox,

Whose loss all true friends of democracy shocks.
But who is that embonpoint lady, so gay,

So profuse of her beauties, in muslin array ?
It is Mrs. Bonton, whose lov'd husband's away.
While he braves ev'ry toil of the seas, and explores,
To accumulate wealth, distant India's shores,
Her concern for his absence no tongue can express,
Poor soul, she forgets every part of her dress:
And regardless of danger, exposes to sight,
To the heats of the day, and the colds of the night,
Arms, shoulders, breasts, bosom, bewitchingly white;
And, while we admire all the beauties we can see,
Leaves, with great generosity, nothing to fancy.

Now the raffles commenc'd, and I found, to my cost,
All my money, and all, but my temper, was lost:
After raffling, we hasten'd four tables to fill,
With cassino and commerce, and whist and quadrille.
For me, I must own I was quite over-aw'd
At whist, when oppos'd to the new made Sir Maude,
Plain Mannerly late, but the King, do you see,
First gave him a title, then added a De,

And now he is call'd Sir Maude De Mannerly. Would a title were mine, how 'twould tickle my ear, "Yes, Sir Charles," no, Sir Charles," from my partner to hear;

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When prepar'd to my skill a just tribute to pay, "Why, Sir Charles, I protest, that was excellent

"play."

How delightful to hear all the company round
Repeating, by turns, the agreeable sound.

If I stroll'd on the beach, or paraded the street, "That's Sir Charles," all the people would cry that

I meet;

And, what would complete all the bliss of my life, Dear Mary, you'd be Lady S, my wife.

Part the Second.

CIRCUMSTANCES AND EVENTS,

HISTORICAL, POLITICAL

LEGENDARY AND ROMANTIC.

"Give me, Cesario, but that PIECE OF SONG, "That OLD and ANTIQUE SONG, we heard last night; "Methought, it did relieve my passion much; "More than light airs, and recollected terms

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Of these most brisk, and giddy-paced times. "Come, but one Verse.

"Mark it, Cesario, it is OLD and PLAIN ; "The spinsters and the knitters in the sun,

"And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones,

"Do use to chant it: it is SILLY sooth,

"And dallies with the innocence of love, "Like the old age."

SHAKESPEARE'S TWELFTH NIGHT.

Bellmen of the Borough of Ipswich,

IN FULL POTS ASSEMBLED.

These Lines are a burlesque on the following Address, which was presented by the Borough of Ipswich to his Majesty, on his providential escape from the knife of Peg Nicholson.

TO THE KING'S MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY.

"The humble address of the Bailiffs, Burgesses and Commonalty of the ancient Borough of Ipswich, in Great Court "assembled.