Applebee's Journal of August 5, says, "Our South-sea equipages increase every day; the City ladies buy South-Sea jewels; hire South-Sea maids; and take new country South-Sea houses; the gentlemen set up South-Sea coaches, and buy South-Sea estates, that they neither examine the situation, the nature or quality of the soil, or price of the purchase, only the annual rent and the title: for the rest, they take all by the lump, and give 40 to 50 years' purchase. This has brought so many estates to market, that the number of land-jobbers begin to increase to a great degree, almost equal to the Stock-jobbers we had before." On the 10th of August, the Lords Justices gave positive orders to the Attorney-General, to bring Writs of _scire facias_ against the York-buildings Company, the Lustring, the English Copper, and Welsh Copper and Lead Companies, or any others that persisted in their endeavours to evade the Law; and the Royal proclamation issued in aid of it. Government received numberless adventitious aids in their exertions. Pamphlets, paragraphs, and calculations, proving the losses that must follow from the monstrous price of 1000 _per cent._ for South-Sea Stock; issued in shoals from the press; and, as usual, much malignity and some wit composed the ingredients. One scrap of doggrel may be worth inserting: In London stands a famous pile, And near that pile an alley, Where merry crowds for riches toil, And Wisdom stoops to Folly. Here sad and joyful, high and low, Court Fortune for her graces, And as she smiles or frowns, they show Their gestures and grimaces. Here stars and garters too appear Among our lords the rabble; To buy and sell, to see and hear, The Jews and Gentiles squabble. Here crafty Courtiers are too wise For those who trust to Fortune: They see the cheat with clearer eyes, Who peep behind the curtain. Our greatest ladies hither come, And ply in chariots daily, Oft pawn their jewels for a sum, To venture it in the Alley, Young harlots, too, from Drury-lane, Approach the 'Change in coaches, To fool away the gold they gain By their obscene debauches. Long heads may thrive by sober rules, Because they think, and drink not; But headlongs are our thriving fools, Who only drink, and think not. The lucky rogues, like spaniel dogs, Leap into South-Sea water, And there they fish for golden frogs, Not caring what comes after. 'Tis said that Alchemists of old Could turn a brazen kettle, Or leaden cistern, into gold, That noble tempting metal; But if it here may be allow'd To bring in great with small things, Our cunning South-Sea, like a god, Turns nothing into all things.