_April 5, 1809._ _A York Address to the Whale Caught lately off Gravesend._ Published by T. Tegg.--The Duke of York, in his regimentals, has gone down on his knees to the latest wonder of the hour, and is beseeching the popular arrival to divert the minds of an excitement-loving public from his own particular case: 'O mighty monster of the deep, continue to attract the attention of John Bull, bend his mind solely towards thee, for in that is my only hope; fascinated by thy powerful attractions, he may perhaps forget the honour of a Prince.' _April 10, 1809._ _The Flower of the City._--The figure of Alderman Flower is represented in the centre of a huge sunflower blowing on a stem, 'Weak Stock,' planted in a pot of 'Rank Butter,' and elevated on two cheeses, marked 'Mouldy and Rotten.' A sinister blast from a diabolical agent is withering the plant, and the leaves are falling; they are labelled with various uncomplimentary sentences, suggesting all kinds of vices, belonging to the parent shoot. Below this unflattering tribute to the Alderman is inscribed the following parody of verses:-- The Flow'r of the City, so gaudy and fine, 'Midst proud ones the proudest, was erst known to shine. It spread its gay leaves and it show'd its rich clothes, And to all (less in consequence) turn'd up its nose! Till a blight, a sad blight, from a Democrat wind Struck the sensitive plant, both before and behind. It felt the keen blast! All its arrogance fled, And the Flow'r of the City hung, hung down its head. The Flow'r of the City, thus doom'd to despair, Droops, pines, and with wailing impregnates the air! Tells its pride and its folly (the cause of its grief), While the tears of repentance encumber each leaf! But vain are its tears, or the fate it bemoans, The world, the base world, gives but hisses and groans! For ever! for ever! its proud hopes are fled, And the Flow'r of the City hangs, hangs down its head. _April 10, 1809._ _The Modern Babel, or Giants Crushed by a Weight of Evidence._ Published by T. Tegg.--The unfortunate Duke of York, with his Counsel and learned supporters, are crushed down under the weight of a compound structure which has been imposed upon their heads and shoulders. The bulkiest mass is the _Evidence of Mrs. Clarke_; _Miss Taylor's Evidence_ is next in consequence, and the pyramidal slabs decrease upwards: _Sly hits from Sandon and Clavering_; _Home Strokes from Dowling_; _Mrs. Hovendon's Evidence_; _Mrs. Tavery, Doctor O'Meara, Master Carter_, &c. The person of Mrs. Clarke, posed in a triumphant attitude, is the figure which completes this superstructure of folly.