To th' souldiers that were maimed, Then courage, noble Englishmen, To fight with foraign enemies, And thus I end the bloody bout THE ORIGIN OF THE MONDAY NIGHT'S CLUB, AT IPSWICH. This Club was first established in the year 1725, and consisted of an unlimited number of members. They met alternately at each other's houses on every Monday evening; and although there were many wig members amongst them, yet, in politics, they were all most decided tories. The club ceased to exist in the year 1812. The following Song, which was sung at their annual dinner, was written by the late Dr. Clubbe. He had practised for many years in Ipswich, both as a Surgeon, and as a Physician; and died at his house in Brook-street, after a long and painful illness, April 25th, 1811, in the 71st. year of his age. The Doctor His me was the eldest son of the Rev. John Clubbe, rector of Whatfield, and vicar of Debenham, the author of an admirable piece of irony, levelled against modern antiquaries, "The History and Antiquities of Wheatfield." Of the Doctor, who was a man of considerable humour, and of a most chearful disposition, many pleasant anecdotes are still in the recollection of his friends. To a pun, or a facetious story he was no enemy. dical acquirements had deservedly obtained for him the highest esteem of the public; while the suavity of his manners, and the sociability of his character, had justly endeared him to a large circle of acquaintance. He published "A Treatise on the Inflamation in the "breasts of lying-in Women, 1779," 8vo. and "On "the Venereal Poison, 1782," 8vo. He lies buried in the church-yard of St. Stephen, Ipswich, and in the church a neat mural monument has been erected to his memory, with the following inscription in Cupitals : TO THE MEMORY OF LATE A VERY EMINENT PHYSICIAN, IN THIS PLACE, His well known probity, Friendly disposition, obliging temper During a long Residence in this Town, Who sought either his acquaintance Or his assistance as a Physician In the year twenty-five, as by oral tradition, N All rosy, good humour'd, and full of invention, By some proper name the new meeting to dub, They agreed one and all, not a voice in dissention, It's name shou'd be called, THE MONDAY NIGHT'S CLUB. Prefix'd thus its name, time and place they selected When and where they shou'd hold their nocturnal carouses; And one night in each week they by vote then directed The Club should be held at each others own houses. To secure its existence came next in discussion, In Party, the Tories shou'd first be admitted, And of them only those who reside in the town ; In Religion, Church Priests shou'd alone be permitted, And both as the true and staunch friends of the Crown. A wag then exclaim'd, my good friends, you're aware Mere Religion or Party can't keep it from sinking; We must make out a bill of some good wholesome fare, For no club can exist without eating and drinking. Let it's fare be quite simple, bread, butter, and cheese, Hot suppers inflame and distemper the brain; Nice stomachs may then eat or not as they please, And sup and re-sup o'er again and again. Let it's liquors be port, punch, porter and ale, And toast that first blessing of heaven, the Fair. The fumes of tabac sooth the ennui of thinking, Give a truce to the mind to reflect on its lass; Long tubes are of course an appendage to drinking, For a whiff now and then adds new zest to the glass. Well pleas'd with their banquet, now fully completed, They arose, and took each a full bumper in hand; Live for ever our Club! with three cheers they repeated, Be it envied by all other clubs in the Land. THE SUFFOLK COMEDY. IN THREE PARTS. To the Tune of "Phillis the Lovely." The following old Legendary Ballad is printed from an unique copy in the possession of Mr. Raw, of Ipswich. PART I You young men and maidens of beauty most bright, I know that most people will of it approve, It is an old saying we often do hear, |