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- sudi ili torni 1. benga FOB RAISING A PHANTOM, IMITATED FROM MACBBTK,
AND LATELY PERFORMED BY HIS MAJESTY'S SERVANTS
A Cauldron boiling,
Enter three Witches.
Jenky cries-begin, begin.
In the fell ingredients throw.
Boil thou in the enchanted pot.
Fire burn, and Cauldron bubble.
Of old Camden's addle brains ;
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Fire burn, and Cauldron bubble. Third Witeb. Clippings of Corinthian brass oir av : From the visage of DUNDAS; ,, ,
Forg'd Address, devis'd by Rose,
To enflame the hellish porridge.
Now the charm is firm and good.
Enter Hecate, Queen of the Witches.
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.
OF LORD BELGRAVE'S MEMORABLE QUOTATION, ÅS
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 console him under his melancholy failure as an orator.
Lord Belgrave's Quotation.
Τον δαπαμειβομενος προσαφη σοδες ομως Αχιλλεύς.
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.
Another by Lord Mornington, and Lord Grabam.
Another by the Cbancellor. 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 Wat son. : Up stood Achilles on his nimble pegs, And said, “ May I pree-seume to shew my legs ?"
Another by Mr. Wilberforce.
. Another by Mr. Pitt. . 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, ';
Another by Lord Fawconberg.
Another by Mons. Alderman Le Mesurier. By gar, Achille he say, I make a you . ..? Parler anoder launguage, ventre bleu!, 40,
Another by Lord Westcote. Pliant and prompt in crane-neck curves to whed,' . Achilles rose, and turn'd upon his heel.
Another by Mr. Wilbraham Boorle.
Another by Lord Bayhan.
Another by Mr. Dundas.
* It is impossible for the reader to comprehend the full force of this expression, unless he recollects the wonderful effects it produced in the House of Communs from Mr. Dundas's peculiar dialect, upon that memorable oc. casion, when that great diuretic orator, expatiating on Oriental tranquillity, assured the House, that " at that moment all India was at peece-Bengal was at peace-Tippo sultan was at peece The Mabrattas were at pecce
Every creature in Indostan, he knew it for a fawet, was comfortably at