cellent scheme about BANK STOCK-a snug thing, and not more than twenty in the secret-raised my spirits again-told the servant, I would not trouble Mr. WILBERFORCÉ -ordered a bottle of best Burgundy-set to it with Rose, hand to fist-congratulated one another on having got the DECLARATORY BILL out of our House-and drank good luck to SYDNEY, and a speedy progress through the Lords.

INCANTATION,

OR RAISING A PHANTOM; IMITATED FROM MACBETH, AND LATELY PERFORMED BY HIS MAJESTY'S SERVANTS IN WESTMINSTER.

Thunder A Caldron boiling.

First Witch.
Second Witch.

Third Witch.

First Witch.

Att.

Enter three Witches.

Thrice the Doctors have been heard,
Thrice the Houses have conferr'd.
Thrice hath SYDNEY cock'd his chin,
JENKY cries Begin, begin.
Round about the caldron go,
In the fell ingredients throw.
Still-born Fœtus, born and bred
In a Lawyer's puzzleď head,
Hatch'd by Metaphysic SCOTT,
Boil thou in th' enchanter pot.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.

Second Witch. Skull, that holds the small remains
Of old CAMDEN's addle brains;

Liver of the lily's hue,

Which in RICHMOND's carcass grew;
Tears which, stealing down the cheek
Of the rugged THURLOW, speak
All the poignant grief he feels
For his Sovereignor the Seals;

M M

All.

For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth, boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.

Third Witch. Clippings of Corinthian brass
From the visage of DUNDAS;
Forg'd Address, devis'd by Rosz,
Half of PEPPER ARDEN's nose;
Smuggled vote of City Thanks,
Promise of insidious BANKS;
Add a grain of ROLLO's courage,
To inflame the hellish porridge.

First Witch. Cool it with LLOYD KENYON's blood.

All.

Now the charm is firm and good.
Double, double toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.

Enter HECATE, Queen of the Witches.

Hecate.

O! well done! I commend your pains,
And ev'ry one shall share i' th' gains.

Caldron sinks-Witches fly away upon broomsticks Thunder, &c.

TRANSLATIONS

OF LORD BELGRAVE'S MEMORABLE QUOTATION,

INTRODUCED IN A SPEECH DELIVERED BY

HIS LORDSHIP IN A LATE DEBATE.

AS

It is with singular satisfaction we communicate the following most excellent Versions of Lord Belgrave's never-tobe-forgotten Quotation; trusting, as we sincerely do,that so marked an attention to his Lordship's scholarship may considerably console him under his melancholy failure

as an orator,

Lord BELGRAVE's Quotation.

Τον δαπαμειβόμενος προσέφη πόδας οκυς Αχιλλευς.

Translation, by Lord Grosvenor.

His dam was Thetis, acus his sire,
And for his paces he was nam'd Highflyer.

Another, by Sir Joseph Mawbey.

Achilles, who was quite a man of whim,
And also had a swift foot, answer'd him.

Another, by Sir Cecil Wray.

There was a man, Achilles he was call'd,
He had two feet, they were so swift, he ball'd,
Or otherwise he mought, I say, have fall'd.

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Another, by Lord Mornington and Lord Graham.

With lightest heels oppos'd to heaviest head,
To Lord Atrides Lord Achilles said-

Another, by the Chancellor.

To him Achilles, with a furious nod,
Replied, A very pretty speech, by G-d!

Another, by Mr. Grenville.

The Grecian speaker rose with look so big,
It spoke his bottom, and nigh burst his wig.

Another, by Brook Watson.

Up stood Achilles on his nimble pegs,
And said, “May I pree-seume to show my

,!

Another, by Mr. Wilberforce.

Achilles came forward to snivel and rant;
His spirit was spleen, and his piety, cant.

Another, by Mr. Pitt.

legs?"

Frantic with rage, uprose the fierce Achilles "How comfortably calm!" said Nestor Willis.

Translation, by Sir John Scott.

With metaphysic art his speech he plann'd,
And said what nobody could understand.

Another, by Mr. Bastard.

The Trojan I oppose, he said, 't is true;
But I abuse and hate Atrides too.

Another, by Lord Fauconberg.

Enrag'd Achilles never would agree ;
A " petty vote," a "menial slave," was he.