The Sun.
London, England, 1812-10-22 00:00:00

IZEJECTMI:ADDRESSES.

have Wore been indebted to a very inge-
nious Work under the above, title, written, as we
havereason to believe, by two getktlemcn, brethren
in genius as well as in consanguinity, to whose
talents we have often been obliged,, and hope to
he more so for future favours. The following,
though it does not belong to the class of Addresses
suppose d.to have been rejected by the Drury-lane
Committee, is humorous as a travesty of a. cele-
brated soliloquy.

" MACBETH.
Enter Macbeth 'in a red night cap. Page following with a
torch. •

Go, hoy,'and thy goodmistrese tell
(She knows thatmy purpose is cruel,)
I'd thank her to tingle her hell -
As soon as she's heated my gruel.
Go., get thee'to bed and repose,
To sit, up so late is a scandal;
But ere you have ta'en off ybur cloaths
Be sure that you put out that candle. -
• Ri fol de rol toI de rol 101.
'My stars, in the air, bere'sa. knife! -
I'm sure it cannothe a hiim!
I'll catch at the handle, odd's life,
And then lAA not'cut varthrimb. •
I've got hinti!—no, at bird again, . •
Cowrie, come, I'm not fond of these jokes;
This must be some biao.Of the brain :
Those witches are given to hoax.
I've one.in my pocket, I know,
My wife left' on purpose behind her;
She bor'o-lit this of Teddy-high-ho,
The po.,r Caledonian grinder.
I see thee again ! o'er thy middle
Large drops of red blood now are spill'd
.Tust as-much as to say diddle diddle,
Good Duncan; pray come and be kill'd.
'lt leads Ili his chamber I-swear;
I tremble a.mt ouake.cvery joint.;
No dog nt ti,e scent of afiare, -
Ever yet made a cleverer point.
Ah no! 'twas a dagger of.gtraw,..
GiVe mehlinkers.th. save tne from starting;
The knife'that I thought that I.saw, •
Was nought but my Eye r etty Martin.
Now o'er this tertestrial hive
A life paralytic is spread,
For while the -One half is all; e, •
Thenther is sleepy and dead•
Ring. Duncan, in. grand majesty
I-las ;:ot m state bed for a slionze,
ry, lent 111T1my slippers, so I '
MAy certainly stand in his shoes.
Elow softly ye rnurmering gales
Ye feetronze no echo in walking,
For though a dead Mari tells ho tales,
Pcad walls are much given to tall.;ing.
This knife.' shall be in at the death,
I'll stick him, then off safely get.
Cries the world., this could-iMt he Macbeth,
• Forhe'd ne'er stick at any thing. yet. • ,
Hark, hark, 'tis the signal by Boles,
It .iounds like a funeral knell;
0 hear it not, Duncan, it, tolls . -
To call thee to heaven or hell.
Or if you to heaven wont dY, •
Butrather prefer. Pluto's 2E-ther.
Criliy.wait a few-years till I die,
-And we'll go to the Devil together.

Ex_tract of sa letter from an Officer in the. Mar-
quis of WrELLigGTON'S Army, dated Madrid, Sep-
tember Ist : " I left Salamanca. on the '4:3d ult. and
arrived here after a very pleasant journey. On
leaving Salamanca, I had to pass over 'the field of
battle, and travelled for four days. to Arevalo, on
the same road that. the French' retreated, and
though it was storethan a month. after the battle,
it was excessively. unpleasant .from the stench of
dead bodies-Of Frenchmen and horses still laying
unburied ; the inhabitants are so enraged with the
enemy, that wherever they fall they lay, if their
own army have not time to bury theM, of which
they had not much to spare on their retreat. , Af-
ter leaving Arevalo, the road was pleasanter ; we
passed-over the Guadarama Mountains, and slept
one,night at Palace of the Escurial, whichaS
a very grand building, but muchilestroyed, though
there are still some things well worth s 64-, and
some of the paintings, are very good ;. and the
vaults where all the Kings and Queens of 'Spain
are deposited in marble "urns, are extremely curi-
ous. On n;y arrival here-, I found head-quarters
preparing to move, and -this morning they are
'roae. oil to* Arevalo, where they will arrive
about three days. I have,stopped a few hours be-
hind, bat ,lIIUSt start immediately after dinner for
a short ditstatice, to enable me to overtake them
to-morrow; F shall be obliged to travel with all
my baggage, near 811 milesin the next two days,
and My-animals,have had oniyone day's rest since-
r left Salamanca. This i fine city, and a man
with plenty of money might spend' his time very
pleasantly ; and I. hope sonn to get back again, as
we are now only going_tO drive the French out of
the North,' When we shall return', and move down
Soult. I arrived in time •to be present at the
bull-fight given by the Governinent to Lord Wel-
lington and the Officers_of the Allied Army.. It
was a very grand sight, when his Lordship enter-
ed his box, he was received with repealed' cheers,
all the Lathes waving their handkerchiefs, ribbons,
&c. Ho was dressed as a Spanish Grandee. Eight
bulls were killed, and two horses in fighting them;
they are turned out one at a time, into a very large
place, surrounded by boxes, and are tact by some
men with • darts, and others on horseback with
lances 5 when the brill attemptsto 'attack the men
_on horsebaek they turn' him oil' with the lances,'
but if they fail, they generally get horses
gored, and are obliged to fly over the railing to
save themselves ; When he attacks the men they
drop their cloaks,-which he tosses, and in the mean
time they escape. into the lower boxes', over rail
ins about five. feet high. After tcazing 'the bull
for about ten minutes, one of the fighters comes
forward, With a-sword in
.one hand and his cloak
in the other, which, when the bull 'darts at, he
runs the, sword in between his shoulders through
his heart, when the poorTheast falls almost imine-
diately dead; and ,on sounding- a trumpet, three
mules, richly. caparisoned, are brought in, and
draw him away, when they let loose another, and
serve him in the same mannet. I went to the
Prince's Theatre in the evening, which is a very
good house, nearly as large as Covent Garden.—
Thisanoraing I have been all over the Palace, the
furniture, paintings, &c. 'are beautiful, and the
whole building is very grand ; during my short
stay, I. assure you I have lost no time. The Ta-
verns and Coffee-houses are as tedod as in Lon-
don, and every thing to be got. that a man. can
wish far." , •

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