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-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.

FOR RAISING A PHANTOM, IMITATED FROM MACBETE, AND LATELY PERFORMED BY HIS MAJESTY'S SERVANTS IN WESTMINSTER.

Thunder. A Cauldron boiling,

Enter three Witches.

First Witch.

THRICE the Doctors have been heard,
Thrice the Houses have conferred.
Thrice hath SYDNEY cock'd his chin,
JENKY cries begin, begin.

Second Witch.

Third Witch.

First Witch.

All.

Round about the cauldron go,
In the fell ingredients throw.
Still-born Foetus, born and bred,
In a Lawyer's puzzled head,
Hatch'd by Metaphysic Scor,
Boil thou in the' enchanted pot.
Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and Cauldron 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 carcase grew;
Tears which stealing down the cheek
Of the rugged THURLOW, speak

All the poignant grief he feels

For his Sovereign-or the Seals;

All.

For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a Hell-broth, boil and bubble.
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and Cauldron bubble.
Clippings of Corinthian brass
vy From the visage of DUNDAS;

Third Witch.

Forg'd Address, devis'd by Rose,
Half of PEPPER ARDEN'S nose;
Smuggled vote of City Thanks,
Promise of insidious BANKS;
Add a grain of ROLLO's courage,
To enflame the hellish porridge.

First Witch. Cool it, with LLOYD KENYON's blood.
Now the charm is firm and good.

All.

Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and Cauldron bubble.

Enter HECATE, Queen of the Witches.

Hecate.

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

Cauldron sinks. Witches fly away upon broomsticks; thunder, &c.

TRANSLATIONS.

OF LORD BELGRAVE'S MEMORABLE QUOTATION, AS
INTRODUCED IN A SPEECH DELEIVRED BY

HIS LORDSHIP IN A LATE DEBATE.

It is with singular satisfaction we communicate the following most excellent versions of Lord Belgrave's never-to-be-forgotten quotation; trusting, as we sincerely do, that so mark'd an attention to bis Lordship's scholarship may considerably tonsole him under his melancholy failure as an orator.

Lord BELGRAVE'S Quotation.

Τον δαπαμειβόμενος προσέφη πόδας ωκυς Αχιλλους.

Translation by Lord Grosvenor.

His dam was Thetis, Æacus 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 fo swift, he ball'd,
Or otherwise, he mought, I say, have fall'd.

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 shew my legs?"

Another by Mr. Wilberforce.

Achilles came forward to snivel and rant;

His spirit was spleen and his piety cant.

Another by Mr. Pitt.

ཟོན་ས་

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, 'tis true,

But I abuse and hate Atrides too."

Another by Lord Fawconberg.

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