SLOP, SLANDERIANI, & Co. Cuckoo Clock-makers to his Majesty, have the honour to acquaint the Nobility, Gentry, and the Public at large, that they have completed their NEW CUCKOO CLOCK, which has been introduced into some of the first Families, and they hope will be received with unbounded patronage throughout the Kingdom. It is capable of the most ornamental appearance, and under their management receives every possible variety of external splendor. They fit it up as a piece of elegant furniture, which has been pronounced to be unrivalled by personages of the highest distinction and the most correct taste in virtu. In its present unrivalled state of perfection, they invite an immediate inspection of the article at their different manufactories in town. ***** FOREIGN INTELLIGENCE It is well known, that the Coronation Oil of the Kings of France was brought in a bottle from Heaven by an eagle, and from that fact called _Holy_ Oil. During the Revolution, a Jacobin took the liberty of using the Holy Oil to grease his boots with, and the eagle not having arrived with a fresh supply, it is said that Louis XVIII. will remain uncrowned until that event, or until the fellow's boots can be found and the oil extracted and transferred to the head of His Most Christian Majesty. {234} [Illustration: 242] Ferocity exemplified, by comparative ANATOMY; or, an Illustration of the FACIAL LINE in Man and the Brute, showing the natural gradation from the ferocious to the human being, with the domestic habits of the Savage. ***** DEDICATED TO HIS MAJESTY, And the Society for the Suppression of Vice, [LETTERS IN GREEK]. THE JOURNAL OF THE LATE MR. ELLIOTT, Surgeon. Sec. Translated from the Latin MS. in Pall-mall. With Illustrations from Petronius Arbiter and Peter Aretin, and Sketches by the Privy Painter. The Introduction by Sir W------ F--------. Printed for W. Wright, the 'Pedibus-aknexis' Publisher, 46, Fleetstreet. * Suidas. ***** In small royal, THE TRUE HAIR TO THE CROWN; or, THE WHIGS CUT FOR ANOINTING. By A LATE FOXITE. THE TAXGATHERERS KNOCKING. (In Imitation of 'The Woodpecker tapping.') I knew by the wig that so gracefully curl'd Above a high cape, that the ------ was there, And I said, if there's _ton_ to be found in the world, The Dandy of fashion will look for it here-- Half the shops were shut up, and I heard not a sound, But Taxgath'rers knocking, while going their dull round! And here, in Pall Mall, near the Park, I exclaim'd, With a _Bomb_, oh, how big! and how gay to the eye, Yachts, cots, and what-nots, all be-gilt, and be-famed, What a strange mode of life!--and I groan'd out a sigh!-- While the shops are half shut, and we scarce hear a sound, But Taxgath'rers knocking, while going their dull round!