☞ The eagerness of several Ladies and Gentlemen to Promenade the Course during the Race, having at times produced a temporary delay and inconvenience, they are respectfully intreated to observe the directions of the Clerk of the Course, who will attend with Mrs. Dusty Bob (African Sal) in their Carriage from Maiden Lane, Battle Bridge, for the purpose of preserving order.
The Corinthian’s Diary.
A Celebrated Comic Song, written by
T. GREENWOOD, Esq.
And Sung by Mr. Vale, at Sadler’s Wells Theatre, in the Character of Bob Logic.
SUNDAY, got floor’d, in groggy plight,
MONDAY, quite stale, took anti-bilious,
Pester’d by nausea, nerves not quite right,
And noisy duns quite supercilious:
A dish of Mocha, ’chovy toast,
Remov’d the spasms—increased attrition,
So started, when I’d skimm’d the Post,
To Tattersall’s, in high condition.
TUESDAY, got clean’d at Rouge et Noir,
And, done quite brown, was forc’d to toddle;
So then I vow’d to play no more,
Lest, like a lame duck, I should waddle.
WEDNESDAY, reflected; curs’d each star,
Swore never more a card to handle:
Went to the Fives Court, saw them spar,
And patronis’d Cribb, Neat, and Randall.
THURSDAY, bowl’d down to Ascot Heath,
To sport my blunt upon the races:
Rode my own mare almost to death,
For I had won three steeplechases:
Clean’d out again, I came away
Quite undismay’d, though out of feather,
At night I bolted to the play,
To drown ill-luck and care together.
Met with a spree, two glorious frays,
So went to work—I hate long parleys;
Kick’d up a row, then starr’d the glaze,
And mill’d, in style, a brace of Charley’s:
Morris’d away to Almack’s Rooms,
Danc’d a quadrille, alert and showy,
Call’d at the Finish, mops and brooms,
And tumbled to bed as drunk as Chloe.
FRIDAY, I went to see dear Nancy,
But found a Covey there before me,
Was forc’d to bolt, I’d lost my chance,
But Kate, I knew, would still adore me:
So off I set, stay’d SATURDAY,
My comforts took, then home departed;
Book’d for next week, with spirits gay,
I for a fresh game, on SUNDAY started.
SADLER’S WELLS.
PIERCE EGAN,
The Author
of
TOM & JERRY;
or,
Life in London.
Most respectfully informs the Public, and his numerous Friends in the
Sporting World, that:
(Before “all the Gold is taken off the Gingerbread,” being contented
with a Small Slice of it,) his
BENEFIT
is fixed for
Wednesday
The 25th September, 1822.
When a Variety Entertainment, will be performed, in which
THE AUTHOR
Will make his First and only Appearance on this Stage, in a
PRINCIPAL CHARACTER.
LIFE IN A SPREE.
A Spree’s the thing, with potent port made merry,
“Go it Bob Logic,” “Keep it up,” cries Jerry.
The Upper Story all abroad—Mr. Lushington at Work; and when the Wine is in, the Wit is out—Ripe for any thing—How to make a Stop—Watch go—And getting the best of the Timekeepers—Must make a noise in the World:—
No way but this left to obtain renown,
Kick up a Row, and knock the Charlie’s down!