The great Pomposo rose To utter his Harangues, Writhing with oratorial pangs, Puffing as when a Bellows blows, Or when a bagpipe twangs. His speech from Bregah he begun To flatter Prancer――Bregah’s son, (Though one would think it all was Fun) He shew’d what a fine nimble Lad Was Bregah――this our Prancer’s Dad, How long ago he was stark wild To get his Sheelah great with child; And when he had with Raptures entranc’d her He stamp’d an image of himself, a mighty Prancer. The list’ning crowd admire the lofty sound, Great Prancer’s fame they shout around, Great Prancer’s name the vaulted roofs rebound. With ravish’d ears McBregah hears, Adjusts his wig, Looks bluff and big; Anon he smiles and leers. Pomposo then held forth in Praise of Prancer, Both as a Fencer and a Dancer, In minuet step how he advances! Strike up the Fiddles, see, see how he dances! With his well-turn’d Pumps How he skips and he jumps! Clear tables and chairs, for he prances, he prances. He dancing lectures did ordain And drove out all the Muses’ Train; Dancing is a Prancer’s Pleasure. Rich the Treasure! Sweet the Pleasure! Sweet the Pleasure that requires no Brain! * * * * * ―――― “To commemorate the Naval Review at Portsmouth, the Oratorio of Alexander’s Feast is to be performed at one of the Theatres Royal, by command of his Majesty, with the following alterations, by William Whitehead, Esq; Poet Laureate.” ALEXANDER’S FEAST, PARODIED; OR, THE GRAND PORTSMOUTH PUPPET-SHEW. ’Twas at the royal show, and grand display Of all the navy which at Portsmouth lay; Aloft in laughing state, Britain’s monarch sat, And look’d serenely gay. Goldstick, and other peers were plac’d around, Their hair in bags of silken ribbons bound; So should, ye fair, our men of arms be crown’d! Charlotte smil’d sweetly at his side, Yet inwardly, alas! she sigh’d At George’s folly, and at Twitcher’s pride. _Air._ Happy, happy, happy pair, How they rejoice! How they rejoice! To see the weather grown so fair!