A Century of Parody and Imitation

by Unknown

But nothing of the kind is to be found,

Nothing, alas! but words of the olden time,

Quaint and uncouth, contorted phrase and queer,

With the familiar language that befits

Tea-drinking parties most unmeetly matched.

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GEORGE CANNING AND JOHN HOOKHAM FRERE.

INSCRIPTION

For the Door of the Cell in Newgate where Mrs. Brownrigg, the 'Prentice-cide, was confined previous to her Execution.