Who, I doubt not, will write (as there's no time to lose) P. S. A copy of this is to P-rc-v-l going Good Lord! how St. Stephen's will ring with his crowing! WALL CHALKING. [From the Morning Post, March 7.] MR. EDITOR, I AM one of those authors, who, from not mixing in general society, are regarded as oracles; but unless I am at once explicit, I do not think any of your readers will guess the line I have chosen, in order to distinguish myself. I am, Sir, one of those efficient appendages to a Political Party, called WALL CHALKERS, and from my hand have emanated most of the pithy sentences which adorn the ends and corners of the streets in the metropolis.. I was formerly writing-master at a day-school in Bloomsbury, where being employed by a dependent of a certain Duke (now no more), to copy pamphlets for the printers, during the French revolution, it was suggested to me, that I might make a very pretty living, by turning my talents into the channel through which they have since flowed. My first essay at Mural Literature was chalking up, at the desire of my Patron, "Cheap Bread,' and "Rights of Man," it happening to be a year of scarcity, unavoidable by mortal exertion, and irremediable by mortal wisdom, but a fit season to irritate the discontented. "No Pitt" was one of our standing dishes; and coupled with a cry against the Sovereign himself, I used to pass whole nights in posting it about the town. When all delusion about France had vanished, when when the soul of the Son of Chatham was gathered into its native sphere, and the Opposition (which, like the frothy billows roaring against the rocks, had before become important from the resistance it met with) dwindled into a select party, I was out of employ, till a certain Baronet sent me a retaining fee; then "Burdett for ever" graced the walls, and this I continued to write, till a fatal oversight lost me the protection of my Patron. At the period when Sir Francis was sent to prison, during a week of sickness, I intrusted my chalk to my eldest son, who was weak enough to use it, by writing over the walls of Foley House and its neighbourhood, "Burdett for ever," " " in company with Finnerty for ever," and "Gale Jones for ever." My Patron sent for me, and told me that I ought to have known what the real aristocratic feelings of a democrat were, and wondered that I did not understand, that whatever use Sir Francis might make of the scum, he did not wish them exalted into rivals for popularity; he withdrew his pay from he, and has since, I believe, intrusted his chalking business to an old Gentleman, whose Christian name is "Jack," and who was very active on that and similar occasions, at Sheerness, formerly. This little mishap lost me much practice; for when the dirty shirt patriot, Colonel Wardle, brought forward his charges against the Duke of York, several of the profession were employed to chalk up," No Morning Post," "Wardle for ever," "No. York ;" and a certain friend of the Colonel was at the time so hard driven for hands, that in the country, it is said, he undertook the business himself. As soon as the Regency began, I again came into play, under the auspices of a certain lofty Nobleman, and I industriously placarded, "No Perceval," "The Greys and Grenvilles," "Catholic Emancipation;” in which service I had nearly exhausted a chalk-pit, when I received a verbal order not to proceed. I was then turned to private business, and, in my old neighbourhood of Bloomsbury, gained a few shillings by illuminating the dead walls about Hart Street with "Combe for ever," Combe being the name of a brewer of very patriotic principles. About this time I engaged on liberal terms to put up "Holland and Peace," which is still visible. When the Restrictions ended, I thought to outrun even expectation, and, without directions, set to work, heart and soul, with "The Prince for ever," "No Perceval;" but, lo! the great Nobleman I first had worked for sent for me in a violent passion, and told me that I must be mad-that the Prince had sacrificed the vanity of two of his personal friends to what he fancied the good of the country, and that I must pursue a new line. After consulting two of the Edinburgh Reviewers, "O fall'n Prince," was thought pithy and poetical, and with as much care and legibility as my old cry about "Holland and Peace," it is to be seen every where. Why, then, you will ask, betray the secrets of my Vocation?-You shall be answered. My patriotic Pa tron, knowing my boldness, desired my aid to placard" No Wellington, Suchet for ever, Burdett and Buonaparte." My answer was firm; I hope not intemperate. I told him, "that so long as his dis-. cretion veiled his intentions, and he appeared willing to do good, I would serve him, but that he could by no means vindicate the design of exalting a Frenchman over an Englishman; that it was evident what that man meant who would under-rate the achievements of a hero, who would live in English hearts so long as they should beat, and whose name would ever shine in the annals of our country." He made no reply; but, from what I hear, none of the profession can can be found rascally enough to undertake the business for him. After this I applied to Administration: told them what opportunities offered of retaliation-to couple "Burdett and Scott," "Wardle and the Wrights,' "Turton and Nonsense," or by way of designation post up "Whitbread the Bully," "Cuthbert the Silly, "Wardle the Dirty," "Tierney the Turncoat," and fifty others; but I was told that the present Ministry stood upon the sure ground of talent and integrity; that they needed not the assistance of mobs; but that, true to the Church and State, they would, unawed by threats and unbraved by party, ever abide by the principles they had candidly and openly avowed. In this doubtful æra of Politics, I am out of employment, and should you hear of any Ex-minister desirous of being written in, or any declining politician who wishes to be written up, I will undertake his business. I write a fair legible hand, and, from the present state of the nightly watch, will contract to set on foot any cry in forty-eight hours without interruption or discovery. References may be had to several persons for whom. I have chalked, and specimens may be seen in "Holband and Peace," and "O fall'n Prince" (about which I have taken most pains), in Scotland Yard, Charter House Square, the Inns of Court, and many other places. If, therefore, I should obtain a patron through the medium of your paper, I shall be truly grateful, and remain, Mr. Editor, Your humble servant, Wallworth, March 4, 1812. P. S. I have had an application from Nottingham to chalk for the frame-breakers; but from the channel through which it was made, I rather think it came by the recommendation of the Baronet, and I therefore refused it. THE "THE MANAGER IN DISTRESS. [From the British Press, March 9.] THE following Letter, from the Manager of the Opera House, at the Pantheon, to his brother, who conducts the Theatre at Bath, appeared in The Bath and Bristol Mercury, about a fortnight ago : MY DEAREST BROTHER, Opera House, Pantheon, HAVING obtained a license as Manager, free from all restrictions, I lost not a moment to open the Theatre. It had been long my intention, and I often avowed it, to begin with Hamlet-and to play the Prince of Denmark myself. You well know with what enthusiasm I have recited the passage in the Ghost's speech, where he says "Upon my secret hour they-stole With juice of cursed hebenon in a phial, These lines, which I have ever conceived as describing the fatal effects of wicked advisers, who poi son the minds of Princes; the passage, too, where he reproaches the vile courtiers, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, with being spies set to watch and betray him, under the pretence of being attached to his person, with many others, I considered peculiarly applicable to the present times, and eminently calculated for stage effect; but my nerves, I confess, were not equal to the arduousness of the part; and as I despair of strengthening my hands by engaging those first-rate Performers, whose talents have been so long and so justly admired by the Public, I do not mean to attempt any thing great, or upon a large scale, but to work through, at least for the remainder of the season, with my present miserable company, provided, as you know novelty is every thing with us, I could increase and |