Others are (all in the same month), 'ROYAL KITCHEN STUFF! or a Great Man _come down_ to visit his most Obed^t humble Servants!!! (vide the amusements of Brighton).' The Prince has a fat cook round the neck, kissing her, and saying, 'Don't be alarmed, my dear! I only want to see how my private affairs get on below here, so show me your Kitchen Stuff.' The cook, who beats him with a ladle, says, 'La, Sir! what will the people say when they hear of your meddling so often with things beneath you? Depend upon it, you'll be call'd over the Coals, and finely roasted for this.' A maid-servant has hold of his coat-tails, and calls out, 'Baste him well! Give him Goose without Gravy!' On the floor lie two papers--one, 'Theatre Royal, Brighton, By Command of the Prince Regent, High life below Stairs, with Animal Magnetism'; the other is, 'When _Bottle the eighth_, I get through, I make love in a style so bewitching, That most female hearts I subdue, From the Drawing-room down to the Kitchen.' Another is, 'He stoops to Conquer, or the Royal George _Sunk_. This is not the Royal George that was sunk at Spithead, this was sunk at Brighton.' A third is entitled 'Beauties of Grease, or Luxuries of the Kremlin'; and a fourth is, 'Royal George in the Kitchen, or High life below Stairs.' The Prince, with a bumper in his hand, nurses a cook on his knee, to whom he remarks: 'You may baste meat at leisure, It's my will and pleasure Distinctions between you and me, Henceforward shall cease, In love, and in peace, The P--e and his Cook shall agree.' It would seem, also, that he gave a servants' ball at Christmas, 1820, at the Pavilion, for there is a satirical print, published January 24, 1821, called 'LOW LIFE ABOVE STAIRS, _or the Humours of the_ Great Baby _at_ B...ht.n.' The King is dancing with a fat kitchenmaid, whilst Lady Conyngham looks on in rage and wonder. 'Releas'd from all the toils of State, From care and sorrow free, The humorous Wag of pond'rous weight, Gives way to mirth and glee. '"To all the Servants of my house," Said G--e, "I'll give a ball; Haste, mirth and revelry let loose, Come forward, one and all. '"I've supped within my Kitchen range, But I'll descend no more; The scene, this night, I'll wholly change, Upstairs invite uproar. '"No virtuous women visit me-- They dread to lose their name-- I'll condescend--with those make free Who never blush'd with shame. '"'Twas wrong when C----e[95] eat, perchance, With Vassali and Bergami, I'll eat with Cooks, with Scullions dance-- I can't do wrong, G--d d--n me." 'The Orchestra made noble sport, Old Bags,[96] the bag-pipes squeez'd, A ricketty Cabinet pianoforte Old Sid[97] and L----l[98] teaz'd.