Claret's but sour, and champagne is but ropish;
Besides, troth, I've neither to give you astore[] !
But whiskey's the thing, be it ever so Popish,
To lay a right Noble Duke flat on the floor!

MR. SADLER'S VOYAGE IN AIR.

[From the Morning Chronicle, Oct. 14.]

WE E are happy to inform the numerous friends of Mr. Sadler, that he arrived safely in Dublin a few days since, after undergoing many hair-breadth 'scapes, in his attempt to cross the Channel, which he intends making the subject of a "Memoir," to be published as soon as his leisure shall permit him to arrange it. In the mean time we are enabled to give a few curious extracts from "Observations" made during the recent aëronautic expedition from Dublin, and furnished by a learned Pig, whom Mr, Sadler brought up with him (having declined, as we understand, the company of the late Irish Secretary), as a compagnon de voyage.

"Threw out several reams of the Morning Post, which I had brought over with me as ballast rose rapidly into the current of election promises-very strong and oppressive-felt nearly stifled; suppose from ob servation it may continue in its present direction about four-and-thirty days longer; then will probably stagnate, or perhaps, run into the contrary direction of bribery, that had been disclaimed, and of corruption, that had been protested against.

"Met with several castles in the air, one occupied by a projector who meditated the payment of the National Debt. He had a large spunge tied to his girdle,

-Mea nec Falernæ

Temperant vites, neque Formiani

Pocúla colles.

"Astore" is an Irish term of endearment: thus, " Molly Astore."

but

but I was moving forward too rapidly to ask him what he was going to do with it. In another, a visionary had established an inn for the entertainment of guineus, but the place seemed totally deserted; the doors studded with battered three-shilling tokens, and the windows patched with Bank-notes. Several boys in the yard were amusing themselves with flying kites, and in running heedlessly along, looking back upon the objects of their pastime, fell into the large pond of insolvency, where they perished. In a third, a tall thin scraggy figure with a squeaking voice, was preposterously trying to conciliate an American, by dragging him neck and heels into the hold of a tender, and endeavouring to make an Irishman laugh by tickling his ribs with a cat-o'-nine-tails, then kicking him on the breech, and finally pulling away a plate of beef he was going to devour, and a glass of whiskey he was on the point of drinking, and substituting in their place, salt, potatoes, and water. In a fourth, an Irish absentee had taken up his residence, and employed himself in planning the amelioration of Ireland by rack rents and jobbing. In a fifth, a chemist had planted his apparatus, and was reducing Banknotes to their minimum of value, and found them reducible to the hundred and twenty-sixth part of half a farthing.

"At this period opened the valve, and descended nearer the earth; had a bow from the Liberty of the Press, who was running away as fast as he could from a grim fellow called Ex Officio; he mentioned his intention of rusticating for a short time in the suburbs of Elysium, where he expected a visit from his particular friends, Habeas Corpus and the Trial by Jury.

"I then threw out a great deal of sand (some of which I am sorry to find got into the eyes of the P. R. whose sight was before so severely affected as not to

be

be able to distinguish his most intimate friends), and mounted quite out of the view of the world, into the clear atmosphere of common sense. There I saw wonderful things!-the necessity of REFORM and CATHOLIC EMANCIPATION, freed from the haze which the breath of parasites and jobbers had collected about them, appeared in large capitals, and as clear as the sun at noon-day. I peeped through a microscope at Lord Castlereagh's Talents, which I was told were stuck upon the point of a needle, but could discover nothing, though the highest magnifying power was applied. I was shown the pair of scales, in a glass case, in which Lord Eldon weighs probabilities and ascertains doubts. They had grown a little rusty from disuse, and were about to be sent to be polished and regulated against next Term. A thick fume out of the mouth of a pint bottle I ascertained to be Mr. Vansittart's Plans of Finance, in a state of rapid evaporation. His Resolutions on the Bullion Report subject being the lightest part of the fume, rose first, and were soon lost in the surrounding air. In the distance I observed the House of Commons, undergoing a very radical repair, owing to the removal of several rotten planks and rafters, and the substitution of sound timbers in their place. Other things I saw, but have not time or opportunity at present to detail them. When I have reduced my ideas into some order, after an excursion that would have puzzled Lord Sidmouth himself, I shall soon furnish some further and very interesting communications from the upper regions. -Mr. Sadler's Aerial Voyage.

A PARODY.

A PARODY.

[From the same, Oct. 15.]

WAS where the fam'd Home Circuit is begun,

'T WA

By Themis' lofty Son,

Aloft in awful state

The ermin'd Justice sate,

On magisterial throne:

Sage Counsellors were plac'd around;
Their brows with curls ambrosial bound,
(So should Desert in Law be crown'd.)

The smirking Sheriff, by his side,
Stood with his wand extended wide,
In pomp of wealth, and Office pride.
Worthy, worthy, worthy pair;
None but a Judge,

None but a Judge,

None but a Judge deserves such care.
The Crier was plac'd on high
Amid the long-rob'd quire:

To touch the cash, his fingers fly,
The crumpled notes his purse supply,
And earthly joys inspire.

The first cause was Crim. Con.
Who left his tearful Mate alone,
(His base desertion to bemoan :)
A Devil's fiery form belied the man,
Skulking through paths obscure he ran,
When he to wavering Virtue prest,

And as he gain'd her timid breast,

With hollow promise, and persuasion fair,

He left the image of himself, Remorse and fell Despair,
The list'ning crowd admire the verdict found,

O honest Jurymen! they shout around;

O honest Jurymen! the vaulted roofs rebound.
With well-pleas'd ears,

The Judge too hears,

Affects to nod,

Commends the rod

That Vice triumphant fears.

A Case

A Case of Libel then the Marshal loudly call'd,
Of libel still, for Freedom senseless bawl'd-
The Author in persona comes,

No creeping fear his soul benumbs,
But with a purple grace

He shows his dauntless face;

Now call the Jury o'er-He comes-He comes.
“ Freedom ever fair and young,
Magna Charta did ordain;

Freedom's blessings are a treasure,
Liberty's the Briton's pleasure;
Rich the treasure,

Sweet the pleasure,

Liberty for ever reign!"

Fir'd at the sound, the Judge grew vain,

Tried all his Libels o'er again;

And thrice he baffled all the Whigs, and sentenc'd thrice

Tom Paine

The Sheriff saw his choler rise,

His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes,
And ere the Jury he address'd-
He whisper'd caution to his breast:
He chose a likely theme,

His passion to redeem :

He spoke of Cobbett-rude of mind,
By too severe a fate,

For "flog 'em, flog 'em, flog 'em, flog'em!!"
Driv'n from his Bottley 'State,

In Newgate fast confin'd;
His purse well drain'd, deserted too
By all but Burdett and a few;

At tavern feasts expos'd he stands,
His tongue, alas! unequal to his hands.
With downcast looks, the Chief judicial sate,
Revolving in his musing soul

Some names of note long since gone by,
A Camden's fame!—a sigl he stole ;
A Jeff'ries!-then a deeper sigh.

The cunning Shrieve now smil'd to see,
How Law and Politics agree;