[Illustration: 228] {221} [Illustration: 229] WHERE SHALL I DINE? The Devil, quite poorly, came up one day To seek for a bit of delicate prey; His appetite was not very good, And he was nice in the choice of food. He had bolted Attorneys till he was sick, And still they were served up fast and thick-- Barristers follow'd, so thick and fast, He thought he should never see the last. Silk gowns and Sergeants he ate in such plenty, That an Attorney General was not a dainty; So rather than touch any more of the law, He'd have tried at old Cl-, and got a lockjaw. Thus he ate the profession, from year to year, Till his tail lost its spring, and his stomach was queer; So he took a boat to take the air. And landed at Bridge-street, and paid his fare. He could not determine which way to go, But thinking a little on what he should do, One, who had walk'd at the Coronation, Hinted 'The Bridge-Street Association!' 'Ho! ho!' said he, 'I forgot!' and his tail Whisk'd about with delight; 'I shall _now_ have a meal! 'First there's Murray, ah! ah!--and to take off the taste 'Of the _lawyer_--I'll give him an exquisite baste. 'Then there's Sharp!--what a treat! I must speak to the cook!--'And Sewell! Reeves! Bicknell! Clarke! Reynolds! Price! Brook! 'Bridges! Flower! Sikes! Atkins! Jacks! Poynder! Slop! Croly!--'By my hoof I shall _dine_--and at night I'll be jolly!' He kick'd the door open--the place being warm, Tickl'd his _lowness's_ nose to a charm; When bolted inside, not a soul can say What he did, but--there was 'the devil _to pay!_' Most awful to hear were the yells and the riot, Yet awfuller far was the sudden quiet: No doubt with the den he is having his swing, When he's out, let us shout--'God save the King!' {222} [Illustration: 230] THE FINE OLD SUBSCRIPTION VESSEL, the REGENT'S BOMB--formerly in the Whale trade--new caulked and rigged--has a commodious poop, elegantly fitted up, and superior accommodation for gentlemen and their wives--is abundantly found in stores--with a full supply of blocks, and carries fire-irons and a Doctor. Lies off Gravesend. Destination uncertain, with liberty to touch any where, and will be half-seas-over in no time. Apply to BACKSTAIR, TURRETT, & Co. At the George and Vulture. ==> Has a distinguishing Flag at the main. ***** MIRROR OF FASHION ***** KING'S THEATRE. By particular desire--a New Opera, DETRIPPO DEMYJESTO TOMEETO DEBOGO! THEATRE ROYAL DREARY-LANE. THE CORONATION. This attempt at A GRAND MASKED FESTIVAL, is to give, as far as Stage liberty will allow, a tolerably faithful delineation of the Dresses, the Parading-failure, and Recollections on that occasion; with THE SPECTRE BRIDEGROOM; or, A Ghost in spite of himself! ***** ROYAL AMPHITHEATRE (near Westminster Bridge.) ROB ROY; with THE HORSE BANDITTI; and THE SPECTRE BRIDE! *****