'Tis all opinion, at the best, The Rambler this truth rests upon, But influenced he is by none. A HINT TO PLAYERS. JANUARY AND MAY; OR, LORD ERSKINE AND MISS CHESTER versus CHARLEY CALCRAFT. Sweet company-next time I do protest, Sir, I'd walk to Dublin ere I'd ride to Chester. DEAN SWIFT. AN EPISTLE FROM C. CALCRAFT, ESQUIRE, TO OLD JOLLY, THE FOXHUNTER. Dear Jolly I write-'tis because I am lazy; The subject, no doubt, will most surely amaze ye; I have had, and you know it, a trifling disaster I got in the wrong box, and soon found all was wrong. I found my young filly quite restive, untoward, But what do you think-we who lead hearty lives, The latter has made him immortal in fame, It is true that he swore his wife tript on the sly, Hobbled after the play to a farcical scene. Ife enter'd the greenroom-his whitey-brown wig Whilst his Lordship commenc'd (and they d-d the old bore) On Chester he lavish'd his graces and airs; In a stream of delight the lady went frisking, C. C. C. BENDOW, Printer, 9, Castle Street, Leicester Square, London. |