There's Wood, who, for hops, Goes offering to shops An excellent new composition, And proves that the plant, The staple of Kent, Is a Tory and vile imposition; But he gets very little commission, The folks eye his drugs with suspicion; The profit much less is Than getting Addresses, Or plate from the Queen's Opposition. There's Creevey, the crawler, That under-bred brawler, Once Clerk to the Indian Commission, He told us himself That the mere love of pelf Had placed him in such a position! A Negro exposed to vendition Would have blush'd to have made such admission; Yet the bird who at best Bewrays his own nest, Is the Phœnix of this Opposition! If we could take part in Debates like Dick Martin, And venture to tell our volition, We should certainly pray, By night and by day, For men in their present position. The country has made its decision, Which needs neither change nor revision; May the King, of his grace, Keep out the whole race Of this wonderful wise Opposition! THE INVITATION. (FROM ONE OF THE PATRONESSES OF THE LADIES' FANCY BALL.) _Tune_--"Run, Neighbours, Run," &c. Come, ladies, come, 'tis now the time for capering, Freedom's flag, at Willis's, is just unfurl'd; We, with French dances, will overcome French vapouring, And with ice and Roman punch amaze the world: There's I myself, and Lady L. you'll seldom meet a rummer set, With Lady Grosvenor, Lady Foley, and her Grace of Somerset, While Lady Jersey fags herself, regardless of the bustle, Ma'am, With Lady Cowper, Lady Anne, and Lady William Russell, Ma'am. Come, ladies, come, 'tis now the time for capering, Freedom's flag, at Willis's, is just unfurl'd. Oh, such a treat--'twill be pleasant, past conception, Ma'am, Such a crowd of patriot dames were never, never seen; Most of them at Brandenburgh have met a warm reception, Ma'am, And were boon companions of our gracious Queen! In smiles array'd, my Lady Grey, with such a noble work elate, The lemonade, and water-ice, will undertake to circulate, With meat in slices, laid on bread, about the rooms to hand which, is Of course the task of Lady S., the head of all the Sandwiches. Come, ladies, come, 'tis now the time for capering, Freedom's flag, at Willis's, is just unfurl'd.