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Mr. Greenfat. Sir, how dare you suffer Master Peter. Oh my! what a sweet your wife to tread on my wife's toes? place! Why, the lamps are thicker than Master Peter. My stars, sister, he's got ihe pears in our garden, at Walworth : a bagginette on his nose ! what a load of oil they must burn!

Mrs. Greenfut. Mr. John, will you put Miss Arabella. Mamma, is that the lady little Humphy on your shoulder, and mayoress, with the ostridge feathers, and show him the fant-oh-see-ne? the pink satin gown?

Master Humphrey. I can Mírs. Greenfat. No, my love; that's mamma; there's Punch and Judy, mamMiss Biddy Wilkins, of Gutter-lane! (To ma! Oh, my! how well they do dance ! a waiter.) You rude fellow, you've trod on Mr. Greenfat. I can see this in the streets my dress, and your nasty foot has torn off

for nothing. one of my flounces.

Mrs. Greenfat. Yes, Mr. Greenfat, but Miss l'heodosia. John, (to Mr. Eelskin,) not in such good company! how very pretty that hilluminated walk Mr. Eelskin. This, my beautiful Theolooks. Dear me! do you see the fountain ? dosia, is the musical temple; it's very eleHow vastly reviving this hot weather, gant-only it never plays. Them paintisn't it?

ings on the walls were painted by Mungo Mr. Eelskin. Ah, my beloved Theo Parke and Hingo Jones; the archatechture dosia ! how should I notice the beauties of of this room is considered very fine! the scene in your company-when your Master Peter. Oh, I'm so hot. (Bell eyes are brighter than the lamps, and your rings.) voice is sweeter than the music? In vain Mr. Eelskin. That's for the hyller-hauthe fiddlers fiddle, and the singers sing, I lics. We'd betier go into the gallery, and can hear nothing-listen to nothing—but then the ladies won't be in the crowd. my adorable Theodosia !

Mr. Greenfat. Come along then; we Master Humphrey. La, papa, what's that want to go into the gallery. A shilling funny round place, with tags on the top, a-piece, indeed! I wonder at your impuand ballad women and men with cocked dence! Why, we paid three and sixhats inside ?

pence a head at the door. Mr. Greenfat. That's the Hawkestraw. Mr. Eelskin. Admission to the gallery

Mrs. Greenfat. Hush, my dear; it's is hextra. vulgar to talk loud. Dosee, my love, don't Mr. Greenfat. Downright robbery !—I hang so on Mr. John's arm, you'll quite won't pay a farthing more. fatigue him. That's Miss Tunstall- Miss Miss Arabella. See, mamma, water and Tunstall's going to sing. Now, my pretty fire at once !--how droll ! Peter, don't talk so fast.

Mrs. Greenfat. Pray be kind enough to Miss Arabella. Does that lady sing in take off your hat, sir; my little boy can't French, mamma?

see a bit. Humphy, my dear, hold fast by Mrs. Greenfat. No, child, it's a senthe the railing, and then you won't lose your mental air, and they never have no mean place. Oh, Mr. John, how very close and ing?

sultry it is ! Miss Theodosia. That's the overthure to Mr. Greenfat. What outlandish hussey's Friedshots ; Eelskin, do you like it? that, eh, John ?

Mr. Eelskin. On your piano I should. Mr. Eelskin. That's the female juggler, But shall I take you out of this glare of sir. light? Would you choose a ramble in the Miss Theodosia. Are those real knives, dark walk, and a peep at the puppet-show do you think, John ? cosmoramas?

Mr. Eelskin. Oh, no doubt of it; only Mr. Greenfat. I hates this squalling. the edges are blunt to prevent mischief. (Bell rings.) What's that for ?

Who's this wild-looking man? Oh, this is Mr. Eelskin. That's for the fant-toe- the male juggler: and now we shall have a sheeni, and the balancing man.

duet of juggling! Mr. Greenfat. Well then, let's go and Mrs. Greenfat. Can you see, Peter ? ook at Mr. Fant-toc-sheeni.

Bella, my love, can you see? Mr. John, Mrs. Greenfat. Oh, goodness, how I'm do you take care of Posee? Well, I puro squeedged. Pray don't push so, sir-I'm test I never saw any thing half so wonder. astonished at your rudeness, mam! You've ful: did you, Mr. Greenfat !


Mr. Greenfat. Never : I wonder when it rockets won't fall on my new pink bonnet, will be over?

nor the smoke soil my French white dress, Mr. Eelskin. We'd better not go away; nor the smell of the powder frighten me the ballet will begin presently, and I'm into fits ?—Now you're quite sure of it, sure you'll like the dancing, Miss, for, ex• John ? cepting the Westrisis, and your own sweet Mr. Eelskin. Quite sure, my charmer: I self, I never saw better dancing.

have stood here repeatedly, and never had Miss Theodosia. Yes, I loves dancing; a hair of my head hurt. See, Blackmore is and at the list Cripplegate ball, the master on the rope ; there he goes up-up-up! of the ceremonies paid me several compli- -Isn't it pretty, Miss ? ments.

Miss Theodosia. Oh, delightful !— Does Miss Arabella. Why do all the dancers he never break his neck ? wear plaids, mamma ?

Mr. Eelskin. Never-it's insured ! Now Mrs. Greenfat. Because it's a cool dress, he descends. How they shoot the maroons dear.

at him! Don't be afeard, lovee, they sha'n't Mr. Greenfat. Well, if a girl of mine hurt you. See, Miss, how gracefully he whisked her petticoats about in that man bows to you.—Isn't it terrific ? I'd have her horsewhipped.

Miss Theodosia. Is this all ?-I thought Mr. Eelskin. Now we'll take a stroll till it would last for an hour, at least. Johu, the concert begins again. This is the ma. I'm so hungry; I hope papa means to have rine cave-very natural to look at, Miss, supper ? but nothing but paint and canvass, I as Master Peter. Mamma, I'm so hungry. sure you. This is the rewolving evening Master Humphrey. Papa, I'm so dry. war for the present; after the fire-works, it Miss Arabella. Mamma, I want somestill change into his majesty, King George. what to eat. Yonder's the hermit and his cat.

Mrs. Greenfat. Greenfat, my dear, we Master Peter. Mamma, Joes that old must have some refreshments. man always sit there?

Mr. Greenfat. Refreshments ! where will Mrs. Greenfat. I'm sure I don't know, you get them? All the boxes are full. child; does he, Mr. Eelskin ?

-Oh, here's one. Waiter! what, the devil, Mr. Greenfat. Nonsense—it's all gam- call this a dish of beef ?—It don't weigh inon !

three ounces ! Bring half a gallon of stout, Mr. Eelskin. This way, my angel; the and plenty of bread. Can't we have some concert has recommenced.

water for the children ? Miss Theodosia. Oh, that's Charles Tay Mr. Eelskin. Shouldn't we have a little lor; I likes his singing; he's such a merry wine, sir ?—it's more genteeler. fellow: do hancore him, John.

Mr. Greenfat. Wine, Eelskin, wine ! Mrs. Greenfat. Dosee, my dear, you're Badsherry at six shillings a bottle !too bold; it was a very impurent song: I Couldn't reconcile it to my conscience declare I'm quite ashamed of you !

- We'll stick to the stout. Mr. Greenfat. Never mince matters; Mrs. Greenfat. Eat, my loves.-Some always speak your mind, girl.

more bread for Bella.—There's a bit of fat Mr. Eelskin. The fire-works come next. for you, Peter.-Humphy, you shall have Suppose we get nearer the Moorish tower, my crust.-Pass the stout to Dosee, Mr. and look for good places, as Mr. G. dis- John.-Don't drink it all, my dear! likes paying for the gallery. - Now you'll Mr. Greenfat. Past two o'clock !-Shame. not be afeard ; there'll not be the least ful !-Waiter, bring the bill. Twelve shildanger, depend.

lings and eightpence abominable ! Mrs. Greenfat. Is there much smoke, Charge a shilling a pot for stout-monMr. John ?-Do they fire many cannons ? strous ! Well, no matter ; we'll walk home. - I hates cannons-and smoke makes me Come along cough. (Bell rings.) Run, run, my dears Master Peter. Mamma, I'm so tired. Humphy, Peter, Bella, run ! Mr. Greenfat, Miss Arabella. Mamma, my legs ache run, or we shall be too late! Eelskin and Dosee are a mile afore us! What's that Master Humphrey. Papa, I wish you'd red light? Oh, we shall all be burnt! carry me. What noise is that ?-Oh, it's the bomb in Mr. Greenfat. Come along it will be the Park !-We shall all be burnt !

five o'clock before we get home! Mr. Greenfat. Nonsense, woman, don't

(Exeunt omnes. frighten the children !

H. Miss Theodosią. Now you're sure the

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For the Table Book.

For many a verse inspired by tea,
(A never failing muse to me)
MY KETTLE, let this tribute flow,

Thy charms to blazon,
And tell thy modest worth, although
Thy face be braxen.

Let others boast the madd'ning bowl,
That raises but to sink the soul,
Thou art the Bacchus that alono

I wish to follow :
From thee I tipple Helicon,
My best Apollo !

3. "Tis night-my children sleep-no noise Is heard, except thy cheerful voice ; For when the wind would gain mine ear,

Thou sing'st the faster-
As if thou wert resolv'd to cheer

Thy lonely master.

And so thou dost : those brazen lungs
Vent no deceit, like human tongues :
That honest breath was never known

To turn informer :
And for thy feelings--all must own

That none are warmer,

For the Table Book.

MY TEA-POTI while thy lips pour forth
For me a stream of matchless worth,

I'll pour forth my rhymes for thee : Don Juan's verse is gross, they say ; But I will pen a grocer lay, Commencing—" Amo tea."

2. Yes-let Anacreon's votary sip His Aowing bowl with feverish lip,

And breathe abominations; Some day he'll be bowld out for itHe's brewing inischief, while I sit And brew my Tea-pot-ations.

After fatigue, how dear to me
The maid who suits me to a T,

And makes the water bubble.
From her red hand when I receive
The evergreen, I seem to give
At T. L. no trouble.

I scorn the hop, disdain the malt,
I hate solutions sweet and salt,

Injurious I vote 'em ;
For tea my faithful palate yearns ;
Thus—thongh my fancy never turns,
It always is tea-totum!

Yet some assure me whilst I sip,
That thou hast stain'd thy silver lip

With sad adulterations
Slow poison drawn from leaves of sloe,
That quickly cause the quick to go,
An: join their dead relations.

Annt Malaprop now drinks noyeau
Instead of Tea, and well I know

That she prefers it greatly: She says, “ Alas! I give up Tea, There's been so much adultery Among the

grocers lately !"

7. She warns me of Tea-dealers' tricks Those double-dealing mea, who mix

Unwholesome drugs with some Tea 'Tis bad to sip—and yet to give Up sipping's worse, we cannot live

“ Nec sine Tea, nec cum Tea."

But late, another eye and ear
Would mark thy form, thy music hear:
Alas ! how soon our pleasures fly,

Returning never !
That ear is deaf-that friendly eye

Is clos'd for ever!

Be thou then, now, my friend, my guide,
And humming wisdorn by my side,
Teach me so patiently to bear

Hot-water troubles,
That they may end, like thine, in air,

And turn to bubbles.

Let me support misfortune's fire
Unhurt; and, when I fume with ire,
Whatever friend my passion sees,

And near me lingers,
Let him still handle me with ease,

Nor burn his fingers.

Ol may my memory, like thy front,
When I am cold, endure the brunt
Of vitriol envy's keen assaults,

And shine the brighter,
And ev'ry rub-that makes my faults
Appear the lighter.

Sam Sir's Son.

8. Yet still, tenacious of my

Tea, I think the grocers send it me

Quite pure. ('tis what they call so.) Heedless of warnings, still I get “ Tea veniente die, et Tea decedente," also.

Sam Sam's Sox.

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Stratford upon Avon Church. From a sepia drawing, obligingly com This structure is spacious and handsome, municated by J.S.J., the reader is presented and was formerly collegiate, and dedicated with this view of a church, “hallowed by to the Holy Trinity. A row of limes being the sepulchral enclosure of the re- trained so as to form an arched avenue mains of the immortal Shakspeare.” It form an approach to the great door. A exemplifies the two distinct styles, the representation of a portion of this plea early pointed and that of the fourteenth entrance is in an engraving of the church century. The tower is of the first con- in the “ Gentleman's Magazine

for 1807. struction; the windows of the transepts Another opportunity will occur for rela possess a preeminent and profuse display ting particulars respecting the venerable of the mullions and tracery characteristic cdifice, and the illustrious bard, whose birth of the latter period."

and burial at Stratford upon Avon confer

on the town imperishable fame. • Mr. Carter, in the Gentleman's Magazine, 1816. l'ul. I.--15

Garrick Plays.

With my warm fervour to give metals, trees,

Herbs, plants and Aowers, lise. Here in gardens walk No. XII.

Loose Ladies with their Lovers arm in arm. (From the “ Brazen Age," an Historical

Yonder the laboring Plowman drives his team. Play, by Thomas Heywood, 1613.]

Further I may behold main battles pitcht;

And whom I favour most (by the wind's help)
Venus courts Adonis.

I can assist with my transparent rays.
Venus. Why doth Adonis Aly the Queen of Love, Here spy I cattle feeding; forests there
And shun this ivory girdle of my arms ?

Stored with wild beasts ; here shepherds with their To be thus scarf'd the dreadful God of War

lasses, Would give me conquer'd kingdoms. For a kiss,

Piping beneath the trees while their docks graze. But half like this, I could command the Sun

In cities I see trading, walking, bargaining, Rise 'fore his hour, to bed before his time;

Buying and selling, goodness, badness, all thingsAnd, being love-sick, change his golden beams,

And shine alike on all. And make his face pale as his sister Moon.

Vel. Thrice happy Phæbus, Look on me, Adon, with a stedfast eye,

That, whilst poor Vulcan is confin'd to Lemnos, That in these chrystal glasses I may see

Hast every day these pleasures. What news else? My beauty that charms Gods, makes Men amazed

Phæb. No Emperor walks forth, but I see his state ; And stown'd with wonder. Doth this roseat pillow

Nor sports, but I his pastimes can behold. Offend my Love?

I see all coronations, funerals, With my white fingers will I clap thy cheek;

Marts, fairs, assemblies, pageants, sights and shows. Whisper a thousand pleasures in thy ear.

No hunting, but I better see the chace Adonis. Madam, you are not modest. I affect

Than they that rowse the game. What see I not? The unseen beauty that adorns the mind :

There's not a window, but my beams break in ; This looseness makes you foul in Adon's eye.

No chink or cranny, but my rays pierce through ; If yon will tempt me, let me in your face

And there I see, O Vulcan, wondrous things: Read blusfulness and fear; a modest fear

Things that thyself, nor any God besides, Would make your cheek seem much more beautiful.

Would give belief to. Venus. wert thou made of stone,

And, shall I te l thee, Vulcan, 'tother day I have heat to melt thee; I am Queen of Love.

What I beheld ?-I saw the great God MarsThere is no practive art of dalliance

Vul. God MarsOf which I am not mistress, and can use.

Phæb. As I was peeping through a cranny, a-bedI have kisses that can murder unkind words,

Vul. Abed! with whom ?—some pretty Wench, I And strangle hatred that the gall sends forth;

warrant. Touches to raise thee, were thy spirits half dead ;

Phæb. She was a pretty Wench. Words that can pour affection down thy ears.

Vul. Tell me, good Phæbus, Love me! thou can'st not chuse; thou shalt not chuse.

That, when I meet him, I may Aout God Mars; Adonis. Madam, you woo Dot well. Men covet not

Tell me, but tell me truly, on thy life. These proffer'd pleasures, but love sweets denied.

Phæb. Not to dissemble, Vulcan, 'twas thy Wife! These prostituted pleasures surfeit still ; Where's fear, or doubt, men sue with best good will. The Peers of Greece go in quest of Venus. Thou canst instruct the Queen of Love in Hercules, and find him in woman's weeds, love.

spinning with Omphale. Thou shalt not, Adon, take me by the hand;

Jason. Our business was to Theban Hercules. Yet, if thou needs will force me, take my palm,

'Twas told us, he remain'd with Omphale, I'll frown on him : alas ! my brow's so smooth,

The Theban Queen. It will not bear a wrinkle.Hie thee hence

Telamon, Speak, which is Omphale? or which AlUnto the chace, and leave me ; but not yet:

cides? I'll sleep this night upon Endymion's bank,

Pollur. Lady, our purpose was to Hercules ; On which the Swain was courted by the Moon.

Shew us the man. Dare not to come; thou art in our disgrace:

Omphale. Behold him here. Yet, if thou come, I can afford thee place!

Atreus. Where?

Omphale. There, at his task.
Phæbus jeers Vulcan.

Jason. Alas, this Hercules !.

Good morrow, Phæbus; what's the news This is some base effeminate Groom, not he

That with his poissance frighted all the earth.
For thou see'st all things in the world are done,

Hercules, Hath Jason, Nestor, Castor, Telamon, Men act by day-light, or the sight of sun.

Atreus, Pollux, all forgot their friend ? Phæb. Sometime I cast my eye upon the sea,

We are the man. To see the tumbling seal or porpoise play.

Jason. Woman, we know thee not: There see I merchaots trading, and their sails

We came to seek the Jove born Hercules, Big-bellied with the wind ; sea fights sometimes That in his cradle strangled Juno's snakes, Rise with their smoke-thick clouds to dark my beams. And triumph'd in the brave Olympic games. Sometimes I fix my face upon the earth,

He that the Cleonean lion slew,

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