with which they are pasted 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 reftoration 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.

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HINTS TO THE MINISTER!

[From the Oracle.]

the fpirit of fairnefs which we hope has always diftinguished our labours, we lay before the Public a portion of an elaborate Poem which has been fent to us, containing fome most excellent advice to Mr. Adon. Our 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 fuppofe, the more to recommend the expedient which is the main object of his work)-thus continues:

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

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

"Thou who haft dragg'd the country down so low,
To fave her yet might'ft Roman virtue fhow:
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 Boeotian night-
That head-that leaden cranium wouldft 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 nonfenfe be forgot.

Hi-y and Br-ge no vengeance shall pursue-
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 fmoothest speech,
Shall, to augment thee, leave their neighbouring beach:
A viscous coating for thy length provide,

And double all thy volume in a tide.

Boulogne,

Boulogne, from fragrant Cloacinian store,
Strata on ftrata fhall unconfcious pour;
Sea-weed and fpawn fhall on thy fides be fpread,
And kindred oyfters find a welcome bed;
There flat-fifh, flatteft of their tastelefs race,
Infipid maids, and all-difgufting plaice,
With the fat porpoife there fhall roll and play;
Thither no lively thing fhall point its way;
Birds of the heavieft wing and flowest flight,
The dulleft of their tribes fhall there invite,
With tones as wearying as thy own, thy ghoft 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 Adonian mud-bank.-We regret that we have no room to infert the fpirited defcription of the various Joffes 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.

Mr. Vanfittart propofes to the Cabinet to vifit, in a diving-bell, the remains of the late Doctor Ad-n, now, 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 firft, wathed his hands of the project, it being a naval enterprise, in which the Admiralty did not interfere.

Mr. Secretary Yorke was entirely occupied in fram

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 Adminiftration 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 Majefty's dock-yards, &c. &c.

WHILST Bonaparté deals in chains and locks,
The fapient Doctor deals in Atones and blocks.

DOGGREL.

THE DOCTOR'S NAVAL ADVISERS.

CONSULT

[From the Oracle.]

our naval veterans, great and good,
Who rais'd the honour of the British name;

Afk Parker, Duncan, Waldegrave, Bridport, Hood,
How beft to guard our coals, our flag and fame. "

“ Nay,

"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 shall advise me ! ! !"

BRODUM.

ON THE DOCTOR'S NAVAL SUPPORTERS.

[From the fame.]

OF Tokeley and Day

All this we can fay

Of their noble and happy conditions:

Be feamen no more,

But, fix'd to the fhore,

Be Ad

-n's naval phyficians!

JIGGER TACK.

THE TIMES.

IN former wars, it is allow'd,
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 turn'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 clofe with Pitt are flack;
But why again prime Tierney to th' attack?
At Wimbledon (where you flood by) you know
He mifs'd him; and he has not hit him now.

L.M. P.