and vigour of your own measures; and, upon this ground, I was willing to hope, when I compared you to a giant refreshed, that you would have juftified the fupport I was fo ftrongly inclined to give you. Let me conjure you then, my dear P-tt, to roufe the energies of your mind; furely, after having fo long turned all your thoughts (as I expreffed it) towards providing for the defence of the country, you cannot but have fome measures of greater efficiency than this which you have now produced. I had been taught to believe, that under the tuition of the late lamented Lieutenant-colonel Shee, you had made fuch a proficiency in your military studies, that your friends might have pronounced you—

“the State's whole thunder born to wield,

And shake alike the Senate and the Field."

But I must confefs, that if I am to judge of your talents for commanding armies, by the fpecimen your bill affords of your ingenuity in devifing the means of raifing them, I would recommend it to you to continue to fight upon your own dunghill (con rispetto parlando), rather than to try your military prowefs against an invading enemy at the head of your Cinque Port Volunteers. Adieu, dear P-tt. Excufe the freedom with which I have expreffed my fentiments to you; and don't be angry if I tell you that I am concerned to find the converfation of people in the country feems to be confiderably lefs favourable with respect to you than I was accustomed to hear formerly. Your appointment of M-1-lle to the head of the Admiralty, plays the very devil with the character of your Government the reft of your Cabinet is, indeed, a fubject only of ridicule. I am, with the fincereft wifhes that you may fpeedily recover the estimation you once enjoyed in the public opinion, "Your fincere friend,

EPIGRAM.

EPIGRAM

ON HEARING A DISCOURSE

WORDS:
ALL EVIL."

FROM THE FOLLOWING

THE LOVE OF MONEY IS THE ROOT OF

[From the fame.]

IN days of yore, fome distant time,
It might have been a heinous crime:

But now the adage will not fit,

Thanks to our good friend Billy Pitt;
Through whom this vice diffolves in vapour,
And proves at worst-a love of paper!

Woburn.

ON THE LATE BILL

INFLICTING

FOR

DOLLARS.

P.

COUNTERFEITERS OF THE SILVER NOTES-BANK

[From the fame.]

"We are baftards all ;

And that moft venerable man, which I
Did cal my father, was I know not where

When I was fampt. Some coiner, with his tools,
Made me a Counterfeit." POSTHUMUS, in Cymbeline,

THIS head, this dollar's royal fign, is George's;
Who counterfeit the facred fymbol, fwing.
"Death," fays Imperial P-tt, " to him who forges
The ftamp-the fuperfcription of our King !"
And is there then prepar'd nor axe nor halter
For him whofe bolder frauds a gang unites
Of viler thieves?-for him the Throne's affaulter!
Who clips the Crown, and coins the royal rights?
Mounted again on young Ambition's ladder,

His thoughts, his phrafes foar with towering flight;
His laft, his dying fpeech, would make us gladder,
Dropt from fome welcome gibbet's humbler height,
Thence, when the Varlet finks to lower regions,
In h-II the base projector's plots may thrive;
The Devil and he will settle their allegiance-
While we, and K-g, arid current cafh, revive!

SAYS

SIC VOLO SIC JUBEO.

[From the fame.]}

AYS P-tt, I'm Dictator, and therefore, of course,
Have a right in appointing a Master of Horse;
Though Uxdge a promife may have of the place,
I'll foon fhew his L-df-p the odds of the cafe.
All things muft fubmit to my absolute nod,

The M-q-is of H-tf-d shall have it, by G—.
And the world fhall be taught how fuperior a thing
A Dictator's decree to the word of a

OF THE LATE HAPPY RESTORATION OF A L OF THE K'S BEDCHAMBER.

[From the fame.]

WHEN a K-g gives a Courtier a kick on the breech,
And bids him get out for a son of a b--ch,

A kifs from his hand, with an office to boot,
Will atone for the injury done by his foot;
Yet a kifs from a hand, unless honour's a farce,
Is a very odd cure for a kick on the

EPIGRAM.

[From the Morning Poft.]

SAYS Old Nick to his crony, old Emperor Nero,
As together they fat in a fulphury bower-
"I'm refolv'd now to finish my Corfican Hero,
By crowning his wishes with abfolute power."
Says Nero-" Great King of Hell's gloomy dominion!
Ponder well what your Majefty 's going to do-
His ambition 's fo boundless, that 't is my opinion,
It never will reft till he overturns you."

HAFIZ.

BONAPARTE'S ACCEPTANCE OF THE CROWN:

A PARODY.

[From the Morning Herald.]

The Senate-MY Lord, this argues confcience in your Grace,

But the refpects thereof are nice and trivial,

All circumstances well confider’d—

Then,

Then, good my Lord, take to your noble self
This proffer'd benefit of dignity.

Mayor of Paris-Do, good my Lord-your Citizens entreat you

Senate-Refufe not, mighty Lord, this proffer'd love.— Duroc-O make them joyful! grant their preffing fuit. Bonaparté-Alas! why would you heap thefe cares on me? I am unfit for State and Majesty :

I do befeech you, take it not amifs

I cannot, nor I will not, yield to you.

[Exeunt Senatores.
Duroc Call them again, Conful, accept their fuit;
If you deny them, all the land will rue it.
Bonaparté-Will you enforce me to a world of cares?

Well, call them again; I am not made of stoue,
But penetrable to your kind entreaties,
Albeit againft my confcience and my foul.
Re-enter the Senate.

Colleague Cambaceres, and you fage, grave men,
Since you will buckle fortune on my back,
To bear her burden, whe'r I will or no,
I must have patience to endure the load:
But if black fcandal, or foul-fac'd reproach,
Attend the fequel of your impofition,

Your mere enforcement fhall acquittance me
From all the impure blots and stains thereof;
For God doth know, and you may partly fee,
How far I am from the defire of this.

Mayor-God bless your Grace! we fee it, and will fay it.
Bonaparte-In faying fo, you fhall but fay the truth.
Senate Then we falute you with th' Imperial title,
Long live Napoleon, Empror of the French!

All-Amen.

Senate-To-morrow may it please you to be crown'd? Bonaparté-E'en when you pleafe, for you will have it fo. Senate-To-morrow, then, we will attend your Grace, And fo moft joyfully we take our leave.

Bonaparte to the Archbishop of Paris-Come, let us to our holy work again

Farewell, good Senate-farewell, gentle friends.

THE

THE CORONATION CEREMONY

(BY ANTICIPATION)

OF HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY NAPOLEON THE FIRST (CI-DEVANT BRUTUS ALY BONAPARTE),

BY THE GRACE OF THE BAYONETS, EMPEROR OF THE FRENCH, KING OF THE LOMBARDS, &c. &c. &c.

THE

[From the British Prefs.]

HE feftivity of the day was announced by the firing of the cannon oppofite the church of St. Roch, and afterwards proclaimed by Heralds, dreffed in five-coloured jackets, in honour of the five conftitutions which France has fworn to preferve within these laft twelve years. That the good Parifians might diftinctly fee the ceremony, the Prefect of the Police had ordered a general illumination for twenty-four hours, from the fun-rife of one day to the fun-rife of the next. Instead of Aix-la Chapelle or of Rheims, to avoid giving offence either to the fhades of Charlemagne, or to thofe of the Bourbons, the Confervative Senate had decreed that the coronation fhould be performed at Bicetre, the ancient family refidence of the Bonaparté family.

The proceffion fet out from the Thuilleries in the following order: Eight running footmen, a Frenchman, a Dutchman, a Swifs, an Italian, a Spaniard, a Portuguese, a Pruffian, and a Bavarian, each leading an afs richly caparifoned; fix Lords in waiting, an Auftrian, a Ruffian, a Swede, a Dane, a Saxon, and an American, all packed up in the fame ftate carriage, on which, instead of a coat of arms, were painted the Temple in perfpective; five bannerets, General La Fayette, dreffed à la Pantaloon, carrying an urn, with the afhes of the Rights of Man, General Charles Lameth, dreffed à la Harlequin, carrying the Tree of Liberty reduced to a walking-ftick; the Senator Fouché dreffed à la Sans Culotte, with a woodeų