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nuts ! hot spice gingerbread nuts ! sugar and brandy—all sugar and brandy ! if one warms you for a week, what will a pound do? Oh, mamma, may I see the peep shows ? oh, I should like to see them, ma', it's only a penny. Now, my little masters and mistresses, this is the most wonderful wonder of all the wonders the world ever wondered-look through the glass and you'll see the misrepresentation of the wonderful combat between the Engglish bull dogs and the Scotch lion, Wallace, for 800 guineas a side : stand aside, you little ragged rascals without any money, and let those little dears come up what is a going to pay-now, my little dears, look straight forward, blow your noses, and don't breathe upon the glass,-look to the left, and you see Mr. Wombwell, the properrietor of the lion, a encouraging of him—look to the right, and you see the propperrietors of the dogs a encouraging of them—look through the middle hole, and you see the lion a nibbling of one, and holding one under his foot, while he is whisking out the eyes of another with his tail. Which is the lion, and which is the dogs, Mr. Showman? Whichever you please, my little dears ; the like was never seen, here you have the view of this most extraordinary combat, while 8000 spectators are looking on in the most facetious manner, the whole forming one grand and malignant sight, for the small charge of one penny.
For I own 'tis my delight, &c.
(ENCORE DIALOGUE.) Walk up, walk up, here is the Emperor of all the Conjurors, and Prince Regent of Houximepoksimehocopococo ; he shall take a red hot puker, and thrust it into a barrel of gunpowder, and it shall not go off ; he will then load a blunderbuss with some of the dentical powder as would not explode, charged with twelve leaden bullets, which he will fire full in the face of any of the spectators, as pleases, without their being ever the worser. He will take the footman of any lady or gentleman and hang him up to the ceiling of the room, where he will let him hang, till he is requested by the company to take him down; he will borrow five or six shillings from any of the company, which he will never return to them, and all for his own private use and emolument, without any other motive whatever. Now, my little dears, you have seen that, and the next shall be something else ; now the representation of the taking of Hallgiers, by Lord Sir Isaac Pellhoo, Esq. who was made Knight of Bath and Bristol for this very performance ; look to the right, my little dears, and you'll see the treacherous Turks a loading of their guns, and the poor Christian slaves a sarving out the red hot balls with their naked hands ; there you see the Turkey interpreter Salami, entreating for to go below, to save his long beard, which he is afraid will be shot off by the cannon balls ; look a little further and you'll see a Mussellman blown up in the air into a million of anatomies ; now, my little dears, look to the left and you'll see in the middle of the ocean the mast of a three decker man of war, with three British seamen clinging to it, for to save their lives and to keep up the allegory of Britannia rules the waves. Ten a penny sausages, ten a penny sassages. Bless me, they smell very nice, and look very nice, don't they? Yes. I never eat any, but I should like, I am not hungry now—though what are they made of, Mr. Doleful. I don't know, I have often meant to taste them myself, but never had the risolution to try one of 'em, there's a sort of prejudice, I've heard some people say, they're made of—but I never mention it unless I'm certain, though it's a curious coincidence, I lost my dog Pincher on this very spot last night. Ladies and Gentlemen, walk up, and see the most surprising performance in the whole fair, by the three brothers, Hali, Muley, and Hassan, from the Caribbee Islands, of which I am a native myself ; Hali will take a lighted torch in his hand, and jump down the throat of his brother Muley, who will in his turn take another lighted torch and jump down the throat of his brother Hassan, and though Hassan the elder, is encumbered with the weight of his two brothers Hali, and Muley, he will take another torch, throw a flip flap and jump down his own throat, leaving the spectators completely in the dark.
Yes, I own 'tis my, &c.
"Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
By Philip's warlike son:
On his imperial throne;
His valiant peers were placed around;
(So should desert in arms be crowned :)
Happy, happy, happy pair !
Timotheus, placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire,
With flying fingers touched the lyre :
And heavenly joys inspire.
When he to fair Olympia press'd;
And while he sought her snowy breast :
With ravished ears
Affects the nod,
The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung:
The jolly god in triumph comes ;
Flushed with a purple grace,
He shows his honest face:
Bacchus, ever fair and young,
Drinking joys did first ordain ;
Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,
Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain:
Fought all his battles o'er again ;
The master saw the madness rise ;
He chose a mournful Muse
He sung Darius great and good,
By too severe a fate,
Fallen from his high estate,
And weltering in his blood;
With downcast looks the joyless victor sate,
The various turns of chance below;
And tears began to flow.
Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
Never ending, still beginning,
If the world be worth thy winning,
Lovely Thais sits beside thee,
Take the good the gods provide thee. The many rend the skies with loud applause : So Love was crowned, but Music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain,
Gazed on the fair
Who caused his care,
Sighed and looked, and sighed again :
Now strike the golden lyre again :
Hark, hark, the horrid sound
Ilas raised up his head :
As awaked from the dead,
And amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge! Timotheus cries, See the furies arise :
See the snakes that they rear,
How they hiss in their hair,
Behold a ghastly band,
Each a torch in his hand ! These are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain,
And unburied remain
Inglorious on the plain;
To the valiant crew!
How they point to the Persian abodes,
And glittering temples of their hostile gods! The princes applaud, with a furious joy ; And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy :
Thais led the way,
To light him to his prey,
While organs yet were mute;
And sounding lyre,
At last divine Cecilia came,
Inventress of the vocal frame;
Enlarged the former narrow bounds,
And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.
Let old Timotheus yield the prize,
Or both divide the crown ;
She drew an angel down.
This is a cab age all allow,
For only them we meet, now:
In every road and street, now;
For a job's not to be bad, now;
His fare is very bad now.