Take my advice, 'tis given without a fee, Drown, drown your book ten thousand fathoms deep TO THE ADVOCATES FOR THE REMOVAL OF SMITHFIELD MARKET. "Sweeping our flocks and herds."--DOUGLAS. PHILANTHROPIC men !— For this address I need not make apology— I like your efforts well, For routing that great nest of Hornithology! Be not dismay'd although repulsed at first, And driven from their Horse, and Pig, and Lamb parts, Go on, ye wholesale drovers! And drive away the Smithfield flocks and herds! That come so fat, and kicking, from their clovers, Our streets, and plunge, and lunge, and butt, and battle; From being cow'd-like Iö-by the cattle! Fancy, when droves appear on The hill of Holborn, roaring from its top, 7 Your ladies-ready, as they own, to drop, Or, in St. Martin's Lane, Scared by a Bullock, in a frisky vein,- Fancy the terror of your timid daughters Into a coffee-house, To find it-Slaughter's. Or fancy this : Walking along the street, some stranger Miss, At that vile spot now grown So generally known For making a Cow Cross! Nay, fancy your own selves far off from stall, Giving you a strong dose of Oxy-Muriate! Methinks I hear the neighbours that live round Thus make appeal unto their civic fellows- But our firesides are troubled with their bellows. "Folks that too freely sup Must e'en put up With their own troubles if they can't digest; The case as hard The others' victuals should disturb our rest, That from our sleep your food should start and jump us! We like, ourselves, a steak, But, Sirs, for pity's sake! We don't want oxen at our doors to rump-us! "If we do doze-it really is too bad! We constantly are roar'd awake or rung, That run in all the Night Thoughts' of our Young!" Such are the woes of sleepers-now let's take That nobody much cares to see the Wild ones! Think of the Show woman, "what shows a Dwarf," Seeing a red Cow come To swallow her Tom Thumb, And forc'd with broom of birch to keep her off! Think, too, of Messrs. Richardson and Co., Three live sheep's heads, a porker's and an Ox's! Or, in the midst of murder and remorses, And enter two tall skeletons-of Horses! Great philanthropics! pray urge these topics! Let the old Fair have fair-play as its right, Dio-and Cosmo-ramas, Giants and Indians wild, Dwarf, Sea Bear, and Fat Child, And that most rare of Shows-a Show of gratitude!. TO MARY AT NO. I, NEWGATE. MARY, I believ'd you true, But till this hour I never knew That you were taken up for thieving! Oh! when I snatch'd a tender kiss But then to gaze on that fair face- To dream that you had pilfered lace And Flints had suffered from your stealing! Or when my suit I first preferr'd, To bring your coldness to repentance, How could I dream you'd heard a sentence ! Or when with all the warmth of youth I strove to prove my love no fiction, How could I dream that ivory part, Your hand--where I have look'd and linger'd, Altho' it stole away my heart, Had been held up as one light-finger'd! In melting verse your charms I drew, The charms in which my muse delighted Alas! the lay I thought was new, Oh! when that form, a lovely one, A chance of hanging on your own too. You said you pick'd me from the world, And down at once my pride is hurl'd, You've pick'd me--and you've pick'd a pocket. Oh! when our love had got so far, The bans were read by Dr. Daley, Who asked if there was any bar— Why did not some one shout "Old Bailey ?" But when you rob'd your flesh and bones And when the parson came to say, And you should honour and obey, Who could have thought-"O Bay of Botany." But, oh, the worst of all your slips I did not till this day discover- No. II. "Love, with a witness." HE has shaved off his whiskers and blacken'd his brows, Wears a patch and a wig of false hair, But it's him-Oh it's him!-we exchanged lovers' vows, When I lived up in Cavendish Square. He had beautiful eyes, and his lips were the same, |