Slaughter a tender lamb as dead as mutton,
Indeed, indeed, I'm very, very sick!
[Exit hastily.
'Mr. Coleridge will not, we fear, be as much entertained as we were with his 'Playhouse Musings,' which begin with characteristic pathos and simplicity, and put us much in mind of the affecting story of old Poulter's mare.'—Quarterly Review.
'"Playhouse Musings,"' by Mr. Coleridge, a piece which is unquestionably Lakish, though we cannot say that we recognise in it any of the peculiar traits of that powerful and misdirected genius whose name it has borrowed. We rather think, however, that the tuneful brotherhood will consider it as a respectable eclogue.'—Edinburgh Review.
DRURY LANE HUSTINGS.
A NEW HALFPENNY BALLAD.
BY A PIC-NIC POET.
This is the very age of promise: To promise is most courtly and fashionable. Performance is a kind of will or testament, which argues a great sickness in his judgement that makes it.
Timon of Athens.
[To be sung by Mr. Johnstone in the character of Looney M'Twolter.]