many a day: you have a good house over your head; you have beat the
French in Spain; the harvest has turned out well; the comet keeps its
distance; {30} and red slippers are hawked about in Constantinople
for next to nothing; and for all this, AGAIN AND AGAIN I tell you,
you are indebted to MR. WHITBREAD!!!



THE LIVING LUSTRES--BY T. M. {31} {99}



"Jam te juvaverit
Viros relinquere,
Doctaeque conjugis
Sinu quiescere."

SIR T. MORE.

I.

O why should our dull retrospective addresses
Fall damp as wet blankets on Drury Lane fire?
Away with blue devils, away with distresses,
And give the gay spirit to sparkling desire!

II.

Let artists decide on the beauties of Drury,
The richest to me is when woman is there;