But now I've thy beauties each moment before me,

The pleasure grows more, and the queerishness les

Thus a new set of darbies,* when first they are wor Makes the Jail-bird† uneasy, though splendid the

ray;

But the links will lie lighter the longer they're bon And the comfort increase, as the shine fades away

I had hoped that it would have been in my power to gratify the reader with several of Mr. GREGSON'S lyrical productions, but I have only been able to procure copies of Two Songs, or Chaunts, which were written by him for a Masquerade, or Fancy Ball, given lately at one of the most Fashionable Cock-and-Hen clubs in St Giles's. Though most of the company were without characters, there were a few very lively and interesting maskers; among whom, we particularly no

* Fetters.

+ Prisoner. This being the only bird in the whole range of Ornithology which the author of Lalla Rookh has not pressed into his service, Mr. Gregson may consider himself very lucky in being able to lay hold of it.

ticed BILL RICHMOND, as the Emperor of Hayti,* attended by SUTTON, as a sort of black Mr. V-NS-T-T; and IKEY PIG made an excellent L-s D-XH-T. The beautiful Mrs. CROCKEY, † who keeps the Great Rag Shop in Bermondsey, went as the Old Lady of Threadneedle Street. She was observed to flirt a good deal with the black Mr.V—NS—T—T, but, to do her justice, she guarded her." Hesperidum mala" with all the vigilance of a dragoness. JACK HOLMES,§ the pugilistic Coachman, personated Lord C-ST-R-GH, and sang in admirable style

Ya-hip, my Hearties! here am I

That drive the Constitution Fly.

This Song (which was written for him by Mr. GREGSON, and in which the language and senti

* His Majesty (in a Song which I regret I cannot give) professed his intentions

To take to strong measures like some of his kin—

To turn away Count LEMONADE, and bring in

A more spirited ministry under Duke GIN!

+ A relative of poor Crockey, who was lagged some time since.

§ The same, I suppose, that served out Blake (alias Tom Tough) some years ago, at Wilsden Green. The Fancy Gazette, on that occasion, remarked, that poor Holmes's face was "rendered perfectly unintelligible."

ments of Coachee are transferred so ingeniously to the Noble person represented) is as follows:

YA-HIP, MY HEARTIES!

Sung by JACK HOLMES, the Coachman, at a late Masquerade in St. Giles's, in the Character of Lord C-ST-R-gh.

I FIRST was hired to peg a Hack *
They call "The Erin," sometime back,
Where soon I learn'd to patter flash,†
To curb the tits § and tip the lash—
Which pleased the Master of THE CROWN
So much, he had me up to town,
And gave me lots of quids ** a year,
To tool tt" The Constitution" here.
So, ya-hip, Hearties! here am I

That drive the Constitution Fly.

* To drive a hackney coach. Hack, however, seems in this place to mean an old broken down stage-coach.

To talk slang, parliamentary or otherwise.

§ Horses.

** Money.

++ A process carried on successfully under the Roman Emperors, as appears from what Tacitus says of the "Instrumenta Regni."-To tool is a technical phrase among the Knights of the Whip; thus, that illustrious member of the Society,

Richard Cypher, Esq. says: "I've dash'd at every thingpegg'd at a jervy-tool'd a mail-coach."

Some wonder how the Fly holds out,
So rotten 'tis, within, without;

So loaded too, through thick and thin,
And with such heavy creturs IN.

But, Lord, 'twill last our time-or if
The wheels should, now and then, get stiff,
Oil of Palm's the thing that, flowing,
Sets the naves and felloes † going!

So, ya-hip, Hearties! etc.

Some wonder, too, the tits that pull
This rum concern along, so full,
Should never back or bolt, or kick
The load and driver to Old Nick.

But, never fear-the breed, though British,
Is now no longer game or skittish;
Except sometimes about their corn,
Tamer Houyhnhnms § ne'er were born.

* Money.

So, ya-hip, Hearties! etc.

+ In Mr. Gregson's MS, these words are spelled "knaves and fellows,” but I have printed them according to the proper wheelwright orthography.

§ The extent of Mr. Gregson's learning will, no doubt, astonish the reader; and it appears by the following lines,

And then so sociably we ride!—
While some have places, snug, inside,
Some hoping to be there anon,
Through many a dirty road hang on.
And when we reach a filthy spot
(Plenty of which there are, God wot),
You'd laugh to see, with what an air
We take the spatter-each his share!

So, ya-hip, Hearties! etc.

The other song of Mr. Gregson, which I have been lucky enough to lay hold of, was sung by Old Prosy, the Jew, who went in the character of Major C-RTW-GHT, and who having been, at one time of his life, apprentice to a mountebank doctor, was able to enumerate, with much volubility, the virtues of a certain infallible nostrum, which he called his ANNUAL PILL. The pronunciation of the Jew added considerably to the effect.

from a Panegyric written upon him, by One of the Fancy, that he is also a considerable adept in the Latin language: "As to sciences-Boв knows a little of all,

"And, in Latin, to show that he's no ignoramus, "He wrote once an Ode on his friend, Major Paul, "And the motto was Paulo majora canamus!"