MEMBERS OF THE LONDON PRESS.
WEATHER.
while forced
his dwindling
victims
to confess,
A Carriage Sweep.
"small by
degrees, and
beautifully
less."
A BENEFIT.
"Sich a Gettin up Stairs."
Sweet Gallery squeeze, you will possess
The utmost freedom of the press;
Crowds, looking up, still pushing go,
With stares above, and stairs below;
The soldier first, a foremost man,
Like Bow-street culprits—keeps the van,
Charges the door, whose keepers stern
A "bob" will charge him in return;
He's got his step, so with light mind
Bears all the pressure from behind;
Feels from the rear-mob, all alive,
A drive, though not a carriage drive:
And, lo! among them, soot-grimed deep,
A sweep, though not a carriage sweep.
Baker and butcher, lass and lover;
With one fat Falstaff falling over,
Sure—though he like it not—to go
And lump it when he gets below;
A prize John Bull, who, bulky dunce,
Takes both alternatives at once,
And quickly reaches his first floor,
Dismounted at the Gallery Door!
4. Exhibition of the Royal Academy opens, at the National Gallery.
408. Portrait of the President. ☞
R.A.'s are raised to power: and, presto, bang!
"On inner walls the cry is still 'they hang;'"
While many a heavy sigh the artists fetch,
"To have them hang our pictures is no ketch."
For half their sins did justice prompt the elves,
Half the R.A. array would hang themselves!
409. Red Deer, after Landseer.
MAY—A new drop scene at the Opera.