THIS IS THE HOUSE THAT
GEORGE BUILT.

LORD NUGENT. This is the RAT, that ate the Malt, that lay in the House that George built.

Mr. Fox. This is the CAT, that killed the Rat, that ate the Malt, that lay in the House that George built.

PEPPER ARDEN. This is the Dog, that barked at the Cat, that killed the Rat, that ate the Malt, that lay in the House that George built.

Lord THURLOW. This is the BULL with the crumpled horn, that roared with the Dog, that barked at the Cat, that killed the Rat, that ate the Malt, that lay in the House that George built.

Mr. PITT.-This is the MAIDEN† all forlorn, that coaxed the Bull with the crumpled horn, that roared with the Dog, that barked

* George Nugent Grenville, Marquis of Buckingham. + The immaculate continence of the BRITISH SCIPIO, SO strongly insisted on by his friends, as constituting one of the most shining ingredients of his own uncommon character, is only alluded to here as a received fact, and not by any means as a reproach.

at the Cat, that killed the Rat, that ate the Malt, that lay in the House that George built.

Mr. DUNDAS.-This is the Scor by all forsworn, that wedded the Maiden all forlorn, that coaxed the Bull with the crumpled horn, that roared with the Dog, that barked at the Cat, that killed the Rat, that ate the Malt, that lay in the House that George built.

Mr. WILKES.-This is the PATRIOT covered with scorn, that flattered the Scot by all forsworn, that wedded the Maiden all forlorn, that coaxed the Bull with the crumpled horn, that roared with the Dog, that barked at the Cat, that killed the Rat, that ate the Malt, that lay in the House that George built.

CONSCIENCE.This is the Cock that crowed in the morn, that waked the Patriot covered with scorn, that flattered the. Scot by all forsworn, that wedded the Maiden all forlorn, that coaxed the Bull with the crumpled horn, that roared with the Dog, that barked at the Cat, that killed the Rat, that ate the Malt, that lay in the House that George built.

* Wedded. This Gentleman's own term for a Coalition,

EPIGRAMS,

By SIR CECIL WRAY.

First published in the Gentleman's Magazine, under the signatures of DAMON, PHILOMELA, NOLENS VOLENS, and CRITANDer.

To CELIA (now Lady WRAY), on powdering her Hait.

EXTEMPORE.

Thy locks, I trow, fair maid,

Don't never want this aid:
Wherefore thy powder spare,

And only comb thy hair.

To Sir JOSEPH MAWBEY, proposing a Party to go a-fishing for White Bait.

Worthy SIR JOE, we all are wishing,
You'd come with us a-White-Bait-fishing.

On seeing a Ladybird fly off CELIA's Neck, after having perched on it for many Minutes.

I thought (God bless my soul!)
Yon Ladybird ber mole-

I thought-but devil take the thing,
It prov'd my error-took to wing.

A Thought on NEW MILK.
O! how charming is New Milk!
Sweet as sugar-soft as silk!

Familiar Verses, addressed to two Young Gentlemen at the Hounslow Academy,

Take notice, roguelings, I prohibit
Your walking underneath yon gibbet:
Have you not heard, my little ones,
Of Raw Head and Bloody Bones?
How do you know, but that there fellow
May step down quick, and you up swallow

EXTEMPORE,

To DELIĄ, on seeing Two CATS playing together,

See DELY, DELY, charming fair,

How Pusseys play upon that chair;

Then, DELY, change thy name to WRAY,

And thou and I will likewise play.

On a BLADE-BONE,

Says I, one day, unto my wife,

I never saw in all my life

Such a blade-bone. Why so, my dear?
Says she. The matter's very clear,
Says I; for on it there's no meat,
For any body for to eat.

Indeed, my dear, says she, 't is true,
But wonder not, for you know, you
Can't eat your cake and have it too.

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An IDEA on a PECK of COALS.

I buy my coals by pecks, that we

May have them fresh and fresh, d'ye séè.

To my very learned and facetious Friend S. ESTWICK, Esq. M. P. and LL. D. on his saying to me, "What the D-- noise was that ?"

Good Dr. ESTWICK, you do seek

To know what makes my shoe-soles creak?
They make a noise when they are dry;

And so do you, and so do I.

C. W.