FÊTE OR FATE?
OR, HOPPERS IN COVENT GARDEN, MARCH 4TH.
(By Mr. Punch's Own Impressionist.)
Lights and bouquets—flush and flare—
Motley medley—splash affair—
Deft disguises—flute and fife—
Half the world without his wife—
Dominos, and masks, and faces—
Graces three—and three Disgraces.
Jacks-in-boxes—tambour-majors—
Janes in office—ancient stagers—
REYNOLDS' Duchess—Shepherdesses;
(Burlington) Arcadian tresses—
Primrose damsels,—clowns and follies,—
Organ-grinders—Flemish dollies—
Macaronis, rather muddy,
Of the central stud a study—
England's mashers, Afric's dark sons—
NATHAN's stock-in-trade and CLARKSON's—
All costumes not apt the back to,
Some of them inclined to crack too—
Martyred revellers in upper
Rooms, and singing for their supper.
Bright confusion—many a mad hunt—
Five o'clock—and wish I hadn't.
SOMETHING MARVELLOUS IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY.—Revival of Charles the First!!! (at the Lyceum).