Just at the corner, by the pastry cook's, I look'd me up, and straight a parapet Uprose at least seven inches o'er the planks. He of Blackfriars Road who hymn'd thy downfal That flames, like those from prostrate Solyma, Oh! 'twas a goodly sound to hear the people Who watch'd the work, express their various thoughts! While some believ'd it never would be finish'd, I've heard our front that faces Drury Lane Much criticised; they say 'tis vulgar brick-work, A mimic manufactory of floor-cloth. One of the morning papers wish'd that front White is the steeple of St Bride's in Fleet-Street, The Albion (as its name denotes) is white; Morgan and Saunders' shop for chairs and tables Gleams like a snow-ball in the setting sun; White is Whitehall. But not St Bride's in Fleet-Street, The spotless Albion, Morgan, no, nor Saunders, Nor white Whitehall is white as Drury's face. Oh, Mr Whitbread! fie upon you, sir! I think you should have built a colonnade; When tender Beauty, looking for her coach, Protrudes her gloveless hand, perceives the shower, And draws the tippet closer round her throat, 6 1 Perchance her coach stands half a dozen off, Cries, "There you go! this comes of playhouses!" To build no portico is penny wise: Heaven grant it prove not in the end pound foolish! Hail to thee, Drury! Queen of Theatres ! What is the Regency in Tottenham-Street, The Royal Amphitheatre of Arts, Astley's Olympic, or the Sans Pareil, Compared with thee? Yet when I view thee push'd Amid the freaks that modern fashion sanctions, It grieves me much to see live animals Brought on the stage. Grimaldi has his rabbit, Fie on such tricks! Johnson, the machinist Quite to the life. The elephant in Blue Beard, Stuff'd by his hand, wound round his lithe proboscis, As spruce as he who roar'd in Padmanaba. Nought born on earth should die. On hackney stands Or view a Butcher with horn-handle knife [Exit hastily. DRURY LANE HUSTINGS. A NEW HALFPENNY BALLAD, By a PIC NIC POET. This is the very age of promise: To promise is most courtly and fashionable. Performance is a kind of will or testament, which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it. TIMON OF ATHENS. To be sung by Mr JOHNSTONE in the Character of LOONEY M'Twolter. 1. MR Jack, your address, says the Prompter to me, So I gave him my card-no, that a'nt it, says he, 'Tis your public address. Oh! says I, never fear, If address you are bother'd for, only look here. [Puts on hat affectedly. Tol de rol lol, &c. |