CRIER.—Any more appeals, causes, or motions, in the Supreme Court of the Lord High Inquisitor Punch, to-day? (A dead silence.)
LORD HIGH INQUISITOR (bowing gracefully to the bar).—Good morning, gentlemen. You behold how carefully we fulfil the letter of Magna Charta.
“Nulli vendemus, nulli negabimus, aut differemus rectum vel justitiam.” [Exit.]
CRIER.—This Court will sit the next time it is the Lord High Inquisitor’s pleasure that it should sit, and at no other period or time.—God save the Queen!
AN AN-TEA ANACREONTIC.—No. 3.
ΕΙΣ ΛΥΡΑΝ.
Apollo! ere the adverse fates
Gave thy lyre to Mr. Yates22. This celebrated instrument now crowns the chaste yet elaborate front of the Adelphi Theatre, where full-length effigies of Mr. and Mrs. Yates may be seen silently inviting the public to walk in.,
I have melted at thy strain