house and hold, if he did not produce the old gentleman. This so frightened our young paper-maker, that he immediately applied to the Justices in Westminster, and obtained a passport, without which he would have been afraid to carry on his trade. As to the nephew, Master Seven-Shilling-Piece, I have not seen him for some time. I have been told, indeed, that he was addicted to bad women, and other evil courses; and some think that he went abroad after his uncle. He was always, however, a poor puny thing, and many, who wished to have a little of his company, complained that he slipt through their fingers they knew not how. In the mean time, I have no doubt that we shall one day see our old friend Mr. Guinea among us, and learn to value his worth a little more than we did; and, although I do not directly allude to your correspondent and his advertisement, I must say, that since my old friend's absence, some very strange Reports have been circulated, which I believe he will soon be able to refute. THE DESTINIES OF OLD IRELAND. [From the Morning Chronicle, Jan. 7.] UEEN Bess made us subjects, Queen Anne made us And the Third of the Georges, in spite of the knaves, -UNITED. He hover'd for years o'er our country benighted, With his drawbacks and bounties, and plans work'd in His draining of bogs, and his grand distillation, T On his plans of the bogs we know vain is complaining, 1 Ah! sad is my soul when I touch upon this key, An incurable pensioner, crippled and worn; While Pole on his place has accomplish'd a seizure, But in what shape, O Pole, can you lay a new tax? In our bellies we 're pinch d, and stark naked our backs! T r Then prepare, O ye Lawyers, who briefs never see,nub. ching in to buolo-obami do was gi And And Divines of all sects, those who damn us and bless us, Expose to your Chancellor profits and gains, And PROCLAIM the free use of our hands and our brains. Then set out with this passport, quite fearless of danger, They told him such marvellous tales !—let it pass- Not like Musgrave's big book-the Lord bless it and save. it! Every story in that is a big affidavit " So why should not I, in the Traveller's way, I have frequently smil'd at the girls with their mops, I In Ireland we'd laugh at their water and tub; What each day must be dirtied, 't is useless to scrub. I have blush'd to myself, when, sometimes in the street, Now in Dublin's sweet town, be the sky foul or fair, Mem. 2. I must tell my lov'd Dinah, to-morrow, I think, I pore o'er soft nonsense, and twist it and turn it, She says, in her postscript, that heat will unfold it; In search of the Nile, which has long gone astray. Like Wordsworth, I measur'd the source, top and side, It widens and deepens, like Nile in its course, Mem. 3. To ask Lord Valentia, the next time I see him, Which contain of pure nous somewhat less than an ass. F. FASHIONABLE FASHIONABLE RUNNERS. MR. EDITOR, WHATEVER regulations may be made in the state of our Police establishments, I hope there will be no thought of diverting the attention of some of the fashionable Runners from the duty of calling upon people of quality upon their arrival in town, telling them the latest anecdotes of the low world, and putting them up to the newest slang! In writing this, Sir, I have not a direct personal interest; for, being only a younger brother, I can seldom obtain more notice than a slight nod and a short answer from any of the truly fashionable runners; but my brother, Sir, my brother Lord Know'em, has the honour of being a particular friend of Mr. Slangum, the most fashionable of them; and, if you were to know the benefits his Lordship receives from his conversation, you would not think it unreasonable that these people should have time to bestow upon persons of fashion. I have known my brother, Sir, after he has been well primed in a morning by Mr. Slangum, "with queer English and rum tales, occupy the whole attention of a dinner party for two hours, though, at another time, he could hardly get his nearest guest to listen to him for five minutes, upon the state of the nation. You should hear him describe how the pickpockets grow into house-breakers -how the runners know where to prick for themand how the masters of the boozing kens help them to a little knowledge. Then, Sir, there are half a dozen Dowagers of my acquaintance, who never think themselves safe, unless Mr. Slangum calls once a week, and, after a dish of chocolate with their butlers, comes in person to their dressing-rooms, and promises to keep a twinkler upon them. Such satisfac F 4 tions, |