with which they are pafted over. pafted over. The ballads, fongs, and other trifles "light as air," are to form a light manoeuvring flotilla, while the Quack advertisements, if they can be brought into action, cannot fail to produce great havoc among the enemy. After all the harbours, great and small, of France, Spain, and Holland, have been thus blocked up by the literary lumber of the warehouses, fhould any fuperfluous force remain, Mr. Phillips propofes that it fhall be applied as follows: The Crown and Royal to be fent upon an expedition to effect the restoration of the Bourbons to the throne of France; the Imperial to go as a fubfidy to the Emperor; the Demi to be formed into demi light brigades; and the Fool's-cap to be worn as a helmet by the inventor of the plan.

HINTS TO THE MINISTER!

[From the Oracle.]

IN the fpirit of fairnefs which we hope has always

diftinguifhed our labours, we lay before the Public a portion of an elaborate Poem which has been sent to us, containing fome most excellent advice to Mr. AdOur limits will not allow of our giving the whole of this ingenious compofition, nor to analyze it with critical feverity; but that our readers may judge for themfelves, we fhall extract the following fpecimen, both of the text and notes.

The title is

THE STONE EXPEDITION;

or,

The Doctor's Head Good for Something!!!

The poet, after a defcription of the caufes and nature of the plan, and of the veffels employed in the expedition, of which, to fay the truth, he does not speak

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too favourably-(in order, we suppose, the more to recommend the expedient which is the main object of his work)-thus continues:

"Invading myriads Gallia's fhores poffefs,
While our fone-fleet is fix'd at Dungeness!
Dear hopes are fled from fand-bank, filth, and mud :
Stone is too buoyant for th' opposing flood!"

He then boldly and poetically apoftrophizes the Doctor in the following fpirited lines:

"Thou who haft dragg'd the country down fo low,
To fave her yet might'ft Roman virtue show:
That ponderous head, which ne'er prefum'd to think
But England totter'd on perdition's brink-
That head, where army, navy, and finance,
Are jerk'd about like puppets in a dance;
Where all is chaos, where no reason's light
Breaks forth to brighten the Baotian night-
That head-that leaden cranium-wouldst thou lend,
To the world's centre must the mass descend;
Neptune would tremble at th' impulfive force
Of fuch a plummet, and permit its course !

"This act fhall purge from fin thy guilty foul,
Atone for many a job and action foul:
Buried fhall be for this in endless night
Thy wild prefumption, and ambition's flight-
Amiens' fad peace we 'll from our memories blot;
E'en thy perpetual nonfense be forgot.

Hi-y and Br-ge no vengeance fhall purfue-
Contempt fhall fpare the others of the crew.
Britons, rejoice! the facrifice is made,
And a vaft debt to injur'd Albion 's paid.
A fecond Curtius claims a nation's love,
For the first act that nation could approve.

"Doctor, adieu!-Through the green deep, in thee, The kernel of the gath'ring lump we fee!

Slime, foft and smoother than thy smoothest speech, Shall, to augment thee, leave their neighbouring beach : A vifcous coating for thy length provide,

And double all thy volume in a tide.

Boulogne,

Boulogne, from fragrant Cloacinian store,
Strata on ftrata fhall unconscious pour;
Sea-weed and fpawn fhall on thy fides be fpread,
And kindred oysters find a welcome bed;
There flat-fifh, flatteft of their tasteless race,
Infipid maids, and all-disgusting plaice,
With the fat porpoife there fhall roll and play;
Thither no lively thing fhall point its way;
Birds of the heaviest wing and flowest flight,
The dulleft of their tribes fhall there invite,
With tones as wearying as thy own, thy ghost delight!
Meanwhile the Conful fees the lump appear,

Blafphemes, and forms, and weeps, and tears his hair.”

The poet proceeds to ftate the coming out of the flotilla, for the attack of England, in fpite of the Ad—onian mud-bank.-We regret that we have no room to infert the fpirited defeription of the various loffes of the enemy; fome fhips having their bottoms beaten out by ftriking on the Doctor's os frontis; others foundering on the occiput, &c. &c.

NOTES FOR THE CONTINUATION.

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Mr. Vanfittart proposes to the Cabinet to vifit, in a diving-bell, the remains of the late Doctor Adnow, for his country's fake, converted into a mudbank. They all admit the propriety of paying this tribute of gratitude to a perfon once fo refpected by and fo dear to them; but make different excufes for declining the enterprise.

Lord Hawkesbury is always fick in a diving-bell. Lord Caftlereagh cannot abfent himself from his office till the arrival of dispatches from India fhall inform him why we are at war in that country.

Lord St. Vincent, from the first, washed his hands of the project, it being a naval enterprife, in which the Admiralty did not interfere.

Mr. Secretary Yorke was entirely occupied in fram

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ing a queftion for the Attorney General's opinion, in order to afcertain the real meaning of his (Mr. Yorke's) laft explanatory bill refpecting the volunteers and the defence of the country against an invafion, which the Administration believed would have taken place nine months ago.

Mr. Vanfittart then applies to others, but without fuccefs. Makes no impreffion on Mr. Sheridan.

Mr. Tierney cannot leave unfinished a pamphlet, in which he means to prove that our fhips loft by the war, or worn out by the hard fervice to which they have been expofed, need not be replaced with new ones, from either the merchants or His Majesty's dock-yards, &c. &c.

WHILST Bonaparté deals in chains and locks,
The fapicut Doctor deals in stones and blocks.

DOGGREL.

THE DOCTOR'S NAVAL ADVISERS.
[From the Oracle.]

CONSULT our naval veterans, great and good,

Who rais'd the honour of the British name; Ask Parker, Duncan, Waldegrave, Bridport, Hood, How best to guard our coafts, our flag and fame.

"Nay," quoth the Doctor, " truft to me your fate, You know not yet how highly you should prize me; And, to cut fhort all doubt and all debate,

Lieutenants Day and Tokeley fhall advise me!!!"

BRODUM.

ON THE DOCTOR'S NAVAL SUPPORTERS.

[From the fame.]

F Tokeley and Day

OF

All this we can fay

Of their noble and happy conditions:

Be feamen no more,

But, fix'd to the fhore,

Be Adn's naval phyficians!

THE TIMES.

JIGGER TACK.

N former wars, it is allow'd,

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As well by Whig as Tory,

That if John paid, why John was proud-
He reap'd immortal glory!

But John now tells a different tale,

For Ad- -n has turu'd the fcale:

The glory's fled, th' expenfe remains

Oh! change our Minifters, or give them-brains!

TIM TELL-TRUTH.

LINES

SPOKEN BY THE SHIPS ON THE STONE EXPEDITION:

DOOM'D to be funk in death were England's friends! Some folks would fink were Pitt to gain his ends.

THE NAVAL DEBATE; OR, A SECOND SHOT
AT PITT.

DOCTOR, your nerves to close with Pitt are flack ;
But why again prime Tierney to th' attack?
At Wimbledon (where you stood by) you know
He mifs'd him; and he has not hit him now.

L. M. P.