_June 4, 1808._ _Odd Fellows from Downing Street, complaining to John Bull._ Woodward del., Rowlandson sculp. Published by T. Tegg, 111 Cheapside (168).--John Bull, in his best clothes, and standing in the vicinity of the Treasury, is receiving a deputation, the members of which, as far as appearance goes, are singularly fitted for the order of Odd-fellows. The object of their interview is simply an appeal to the sympathies of the National Prototype: 'You must know, Mr. Bull, we are a society of Odd Fellows who had a Lodge in Downing Street, and were robb'd of our cash and accounts, notwithstanding we met at the King's Head, and so near the Treasury too! Is not it very hard? However, we have left Downing Street entirely.' John Bull, who, with his hand beneath his coat-tails, is ruminating over other more weighty matters applying to his own case, and peering through his huge spectacles, returns in reply: 'All I have to say, my good friends, is this--I am very sorry for you, but I must own I am of opinion if some more _Odd Fellows_ in Downing Street were to quit their situations it would be very much to my advantage!' _June 20, 1808._ _A Snug Cabin, or Port Admiral._ Published by R. Ackermann, 101 Strand.--Very different cheer to the _Volunteer Prime_, is found on board the ship of the port-admiral. That worthy personage is drawn entertaining his naval colleagues, admirals, commodores, and captains, in his state cabin, with the best of cheer; baskets of prime vintage from the Isles of the Madeira, are ready to the nimble steward's hand, and the goodly flasks are uncorked in a twinkling. The jorums on the mahogany are capacious, and the glasses, which are freely emptied, would serve as goblets for more than half-pint bumpers; however, in spite of the hilarity, and the liberal circulation of the decanters, decorum is preserved, and the naval commanders are comporting themselves like 'fine old English gentlemen,' while the toast goes round:-- Come Hurricane, Drink your Wine. Here's to the wind that blows, The ship that goes, And the lass that loves a sailor. [Illustration: A SNUG CABIN, OR PORT ADMIRAL.]