"A thousand hearts are great within my bosom.
Advance our standards, set upon our foes,
Our antient word of courage, fair St. George,
Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons:
Upon them, Victory sits on our helms[204:A]."
Let it also be recorded, that the season of 1806 produced a juvenile Theatre , which was well attended. But let us return to the Spouting-clubs, lest we pass them without due notice: that indeed they received in 1759, when these excellent lines appeared in the London Chronicle, to which I can add nothing new.
"THE SPOUTING CLUB.
A Poetical Dish newly cooked up
By Rigdum Funnidos, Esq.
Professor of Bombast and Blank Verse in the
University of Queerumania.