stile, or by imitating any of the Swinish multitude.

At the end of the First Act, the, young, beautiful, amiable, and interesting Invisible Girl, (of Mr. Timothy Puff and get-on) partronized by the Prince of Pantiles, will exhibit her marvellous parts, and give a specimen of her uncommon powers, in singing, sneezing. snoring, and other natural accomplishments. At the end of Act the Third, that truly great, big, stupenduous beast of prey, and master of bones, the original Mammoth, (a fabulous name given by the Russians to some large bones found in Siberia) will be set in action by clock work, and form an extraordinary display of animated art. End of Act the Fourth, Professor Botherum will give a lecture on the celebrated and novel system of the Galvanic Art, and by the aid of the infallible fluid will reanimate a Calfs Head, a Dog's Tail, a Frog's Heart, a Monkey's Ear, and a Flea's Nose, to the inexpressible wonder of his feeling and sensitive auditors.

At the end of the Comedy, several gentlemen belonging to the navy, army, and law (for this night only) will recite from King Rich ard the Third, Hamlet, Othello, Macbeth, and other dead Hero's; affording by their classical enunciation, correct reading, and refined taste; amusement not to be equalled by Cooke, Kemble, Pope and other actors of notoriety; to which will be added in Two Parts, the favourite Pantomime Melo Drama of HARLEQUIN HODGE PODGE: OR, ANIMATED PHANTASMAGORIA.

The principal characters and particulars in future bills, the music composed and selected by Jarring Medley, Esq. who will preside at the hand organ, accompanied by a full orchestra; consisting of delectable sounds, and dulcet notes of the

mirth inspiring Tew's harn. mar row bones and cleavers, and other

wind instruments, including a Salt Box Solo, by Jemmy Rotten Jaws, from Bartholomew Fair.

The repeated attempts to produce effect in animated art by blockheads, bareheads, roughheads, and lightheads, calls on Daggerwood to convince by ocular demonstration, his superior art in raising, without the aid of the Galvanie Fluid, the dying, sighing, flying, and complying spectres of original and horrible fancy, confuting the ignorant and imbecile efforts of those, who would pull down the moon could they reach it, and put out the sun, by the superior blaze of their fire of genius; his little devil will execute great deeds of wonder, and his spirits of light makẹ darkness visible.

Between the acts Mrs. Daggerwood will give select imitations of the Boatswain's Whistle, and pipe all hands to foot away in a neat Spanish Fandango. The celebrated Ventriloquist Mr. Fitzwilliam, will shew his power in varying the human voice; and contrast the growling of a city bear with the shrill pipe of a Bond Street belle.

N. B. That broad faced virgin, Miss Luna, will not be behind a cloud, and the house will be illuminated with coloured wax.

Tickets may be had, and places for the boxes to be taken, at the Office in front of the Theatre, Dunstable; and at the following places, the Uproar, Round-about, and Whirligig Masquerade Shops; all the Private Mumming in Tottenham Court Road, to the deTheatres, from the fashionable Pic-Nic, lightful and not less famed Ba Ba Pen Spice Island, Whitechapel; the Dirty Child, Powder'd Beef Court, Cabbage Lane; Jack's Alive, Nan's Hole, St, Martin's Le Grand; Bond Street Jemmy, Jack-a-nape's Row, Cheapside; the Naked Boy, Black May's Hole, Cold-Bath Fields; Capering Jenny, Break Neck Court, Fleet Street; Ad

miral Nelson, Heart-of-Oak Place, Britannia Square; and Sir Sidney Smith, Acre Crescent, Honour Plain.

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A MISER'S BREWING. Miser once prevailed on himself to brew a little meagre beer, a tenant coming one day to pay Master Miser some rent, the churl brought to the Farmer half a pint of his October, and hade him drink it up, and then asked the blunt fellow," if he did not think it was well hop'd ?"- "Yes," replied the Farmer; "and if it had hop'd a little farther, by G-d, Master Miser, it had hop'd into the water!"

The first time Mr. Pitt went to Cambridge, after his election for the University, all the clerical host were, as might be expected, gaping for lawn sleeves, and other good things in the gift of their representative. Dr., preached before the young Premier, from the following text: "There is a lad here who hath five barley loaves, and two small fishes; but what are they among so many ?”

Legal Measure."You are an excellent packer," said a bon vivant to a waiter-"I don't understand you, Sir," replied the attendant.Why you have contrived to pack a quart of wine into a pint decanter."

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A man who had a defect in one of his legs, was objected to by a magistrate as a substitute for a militia man, on the score of his lameness. "I know I am lame, your worship," said he; "but I offer myself to fight, not to run away."

One of our modern Philosophers, who is very vain, and pedantic, dining lately with the Earl of Guildford, and a large party, undertook to answer any question in natural philosophy. Said his Lordship, "I will go no farther than my plate, to puzzle you: here is a soal: now tell me the reason why this fish, which has always lived in salt water, should come out fresh?" The laugh was completely against the silent Philosopher!

Christmas Games.-Lord Temple has been playing at Bragg, with very little success-Mr. Windham, Hot Cockles-Lord Grenville, and the New Opposition, Cross Purposes-Lord Melville, Whist; holds the Honours-Mr. Pitt, the same Game; sits out-Mr. Addington, Pam be civil-Mr. W-e, the Royal, and Ancient Game of the Goose-Bonaparte has tried Commerce and Speculation; but, finding them not to succeed, turns his attention to Beggar my Neighbour The French Princes would fain Beat the Knave out of Doors-Hadfield, Prisoner's Base-Sir Joseph Bs, All the Birds in the Air, and all the Fishes in the Sea-Lady Be, a round game.

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A POOR Irishman was lately brought before a magistrate in the country as a common vagrant. The Justice asked him what brought him over to England? "A ship, your honour."-"A ship," echoed the Magistrate, "you impertinent fellow-How do you get your living?" "By my hands, your honour, I am a hay-maker."—" And how long have you been out of work?" "Please your honour, our trade has been rather dull all the

winter.

The Wonder.-Not very long ago, a gentleman, who loves to speak his mind, was sitting at the table of a bishop, surrounded by gentlemen, who do not always speak their minds, for they were his lordship's chaplains. The prelate gave much into the marvellous, to which the inferior clergy bowed assent." And I remember," cries his lordship, "when the old palace of Ely was pulled down, there was a toad found under the wall, at least eight inches across the back, and twelve in length. The toad was supposed to be an hundred years old. "Wonderful indeed," said the Lover of Truth, "for it proves that in those days there were no toud caters."

Sir Sidney Smith wrote thus to a man who solicited his interest to obtain an important situation, which a moment's reflection might have convinced him that gentleman had no power to procure. Sir, I am sorry I cannot oblige you; these appointments do not rest with me. The office of Prime Minister is filled to the public satisfaction, as well as the one you solicit; and the See of Canterbury is also disposed of. I fear nothing attainable in this country will suit your ideas of power --let me recommend you to go to Egypt-I have interest to get you made a Bey."

The following Anecdote, has lately afforded some amusement at Paris: Two ci-devant Friars lately dined with a constitutional Bishop; one of them had been helped to a dish which was recommended by the best sauce, but which, in the course of the entertainment, was removed to some distance from him: he cut a slice off his bread, and putting it on the point of his knife, reached over to the dish, dipped his bread in the sauce, and began eating it. His brother Friar was much enraged at this violation of good breeding, and meant to rebuke him with a sly kick under the table; but instead of the leg of his brother Friar, he unfortunately hit the shin of his Bishop; who, though in great pain, coolly replied, "Indeed, Father, you ought not to kick quite so hard, it was not I that dipped my bread in the sauce."

The Cambridge Paper anounces the marriage of Mr. J. P. Rolle to Miss Butters.

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LONDON Fox CHASE.Monday, the 31st ult, at one o'clock, a fine fox was unkenneled among the ruins in the Strand, on the western side of Temple Bar. The Epping Hunt has often been admired for its curious field of sportsmen, but never was there such a strange and anamolous medley collected as upon the present occasion; masons, hodmen, labourers, hackney coachmen, applewomen, fishwomen, boys, girls, and terriers, all in full cry, joined in the pursuit. The crowd, and variety, were rather increased by a large portion of the casual passengers in that great thoroughfare, attracted to the scene by curiosity, supposing that some wonderful discovery had been made among the ruins. Poor Reynard, being an animal of strong instinct, first made for Clement's Inn, in hopes, no doubt, that a fellow feeling would there ensure him a safe asylum. He had the good fortune to gain the gate, but that was nearly the total of his success: he tried every building; he ran up stairs, and down stairs, but no friendly lawyer would afford him shelter no hospitable door would open to receive him; he met with nothing but demurrers, rebutters, and sur-rebutters, while actions vi et armis every where pursued him. Finding no law in the Inn, he made a double to gain his own ground, but he had scarcely reached it, when the blow of a pickax put an end at once to his life and the VOL. XXI. No. 125.

pursuit. A hodman immediately mounted his brush, and a party of masons, and labourers carried the dead body in procession to a public house, there to regale themselves after the fatigues of the day, and to celebrate the success of the chase. From whence poor Reynard came, or how it happened he should take up such strange quarters, we cannot conjecture.

MATCHES AGAINST TIME.

Wednesday morning, February 16, trotted fifteen miles, between CanMr. Lau's mare, of Hollingbourne, terbury, and Ashford, for a wager of forty guineas, which she perfifty-six seconds, with great ease; formed in fifty-five minutes, and the time she was allowed, being one hour.

A SHORT time since, the youngest son of the late Peter Stanley, commonly known by the appellation of King of the Gypsies, started from the town-pump in Dorchester, to run to the town-pump in Weymouth, for two guineas; the distance is about eight miles and a quarter, and the time allowed was an hour and two minutes, but he performed it with the greatest ease one minute and a half within the time. The person who made the bet was a young spendthrift of the neighbourhood, who, fearing he should not be able to see fair play himself, hired a horse for his favourite Cyprian to accompany the light-footed prince, but she not Oo

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