Colors flying, troops parading, When call'd the Compter's siege to raise, Thought I, as I thumpt my breast, To be shot like a pheasant Pumpkin. Always excepting the company pre sent! Sir P. Con amore, For honor and glory! Pumpkin. Sir Peter! Sir Peter! a very fine story Over Johannisberg, after John Dory! Is not Peace's modern March 85 meant Sir P. Pure's palaver, pens, and parchment!Pumpkin. For the Sir P. Revolution-Robber,86 no soldier!" A gold Solidus, weighing sixty-seven grains, having on the obverse a bust with full face, and on the reverse a cross within a wreath, (from the Earl of Pembroke's celebrated collection of rare and unique coins,) was sold by Messrs. Sotheby and Co. on the 31st July, 1848, for £59. 85 In imitation, probably, of the Irenophylukes of the Greeks and the Feciales of the Romans, neither of which sacred orders answered the intended purpose. 86 Like the Albanian, who takes the run of a Bulgarian Jarder, and then with a cocked pistol demands a recompense for the wear and tear of his teeth! Fudge! with his fraternal slobber, Whizzing from the cannon's crater, Enter Waiter with Wine. Pumpkin. Ha! Ganymede has made good speed, Lusitania's grape indeed! Bottled up in all its beauty, Full of years, yet fresh and fruity! Sings. Here's to our Queen, in the true Hippocrene! 87 Sir Peter calls the owners of these mendacious muzzles the hairystocracy of Revolution! 98 When the Victory passed under the stern of the Bucentaure at the Battle of Trafalgar, she poured into her antagonist, from every gun of her broadside, her " customary charge" of one round shot and a keg of five hundred musket balls! The Bucentaure struck her colours. 89 "Perpetual war is bad," says Lord Kaimes, "because it converts men into beasts of prey. Perpetual peace is worse, because it converts them into beasts of burden." I condemne not just armes; those are as necessary, And may they years live a thousand! With 'em may we, Loyalists loving, those years live to see! Chorus. Pumpkin and Sir Peter. Sir P. Pupil not of Mars, but Mozart, Son of Bacchus, not Bellona! Follow this Falernian fluid Pumpkin. Grinning? grave? Sir P. Droll, my druid! SONG, Mr. Pumpkin Plethoric. Sir Walter the Brave,90 the redoubtable Raleigh Put under his nose a tobacco pipe daily, as the unjust are hatefull; even Michael and his Angels fight; and the style of God is the Lord of Hostes." Bishop Hall. 90 This story is also told of Tarleton, (see his Jests, 1611.) and Barnaby Rich, in his " Irish Hubbub," 1619, makes a "certain Welchman" the hero of his merry tale. "I remember a pretty jest of Tobacco, that was this. A certain Welchman comming newly to London, and beholding one to take tobacco, never seeing the like before, and not knowing the manner of it, but perceiving him vent smoake so fast, and supposing his inward parts to be Finding life's sorrows his spirit that bow'd Grew dimmer and dimmer when seen thro' a cloud!"1 While puffing his pet he did not forget To moisten his whistle and whiff with a wet, 92 And the Queen's Head 22 and Crown in Islington town Bore, for its brewing, the brightest renown. on fire; cried out O Jhesu, Jhesu man, for the passion of Cod hold, for by Cod's splud ty snowl's on fire, and having a bowle of beere in his hand, threw it at the other's face to quench his smoking nose." 91" Musicke, tobacco, sacke, and sleepe, The tide of sorrow backward keep." What you will. A Comedy by "Happy Mortal! he who knows Pleasure which a Pipe bestows; The Oxford Sausage. 92 The old Queen's Head at Islington was (for it is now pulled down!) the finest specimen in the neighbourhood of London of the domestic architecture, temp. Henry VII. It consisted of three stories projecting over each other in front, with bay-windows supported by brackets and figures carved in wood. The entrance was in the centre, through a quaint-looking porch, supported on each side by caryatides of oak, bearing Ionic scrolls. To the left hand was the "Oak Parlour." Over the mantel-piece was a corniced oak carving, in a chest-like form, of two panels, with nail-head centres. The jambs of the fire-place were caryatides in bold relief, supporting the ends of the stone slab Sir Walter had grown exceedingly prone Quoth Walter the Brave to his half-witted knave Who knew not the weed94 wafted o'er by the wave, beneath the mantel. On this slab was carved, in two compartments, the story of "Diana and Actæon." The ceiling represented a shield, bearing the initials, “I. M." in a glory, with cherubim, two heads of Roman Emperors, with fish, flowers, and other figures, within wreathed borders, ornamented with bosses of acorns. 93 In the times of Thomas Heywood, the poet, (1635), the following were among the tippler's many titles: "He is a good fellow-or A boon Companion-A mad Greek-A true Trojan-A stiff Blade-One that is steel to the back-A low-Country Soldier-One that will take his rowse-One that will drink deep, though it be a mile to the bottom-One that knows how the cards are dealtOne that will be flush of all four-One that bears up stiff -One whom the Brewer's horse hath bit-One that knows of which side his bread is buttered-One that drinks upse freeze-One that lays down his ears and drinks-One that drinks supernaculum—One that can sip off his cyder." 94"That in Asia," says the celebrated traveller M. Pallas," and especially in China, the use of tobacco for smoking is more ancient than the discovery of the New World I scarcely entertain a doubt. Among the Chinese, and among the Mongol Tribes who had the most intercourse with them, the custom of smoking is so general, so frequent, and become so indispensable a luxury — the |