THOMAS GILL.
Dr. Walcot, to Shield the Composer.—The following was sent to Shield, the ingenious composer, for his ivory ticket for admission to a concert, by his friend Peter Pindar:—
Son of the string (I do not mean Jack Ketch,
Though Jack, like thee, produceth dying tones;)
Oh! yield thy pity to a starving wretch,
And for to-morrow's treat, pray send thy bones.