"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.