The Sun.
London, England, 1815-11-14 00:00:00

TO THE EDITOR.

Strt,----T have had a strange inclination to coin-
pose a Lord .11.1ayor's Ode .; but my long residence
in the Elysian-fields has tnad:! me almost forget
these things.----Thehappy times of custard and
venison have gone by with me ; and I scarcely
know how to celebrate the good things of a mo-
dern Mansion-House.

Accordingly I applied to my friend lioßAcn, and
fairly told him my difficulty. " Who is the new
Pravor i" asked he,—The Ghost of an Irish
Schoolmaster, who had been hanged in one of
the Rebellions, took the word out of my Month—
" Arrah where have you been living •Honey
•' FLAccus, so long after you were dead, not to
" know that the new Prater is Alderman WOOD
" engage you'll be after sitting down to an
Ode, and writing it scans pede in uno i►n no
" time !"

" We'll try," says HORACE, " if we can't fit
you." So he rubbed his bald forehead for a few
miuutes, and handed me the enclosed lines. I
expected an Ode; but be assured me that a Satire
was more appropriate.—What Alderman WOOD
has to say ta blocks and stumps, and the like, I
know not ; but the Irish Schoolmaster culls
that your Classical Readers will find this Transla-
tion almost verbatim et literatim ; so I give no
pa-
passages.-1 am, Sir, your humble servant,
THE GHOST OF' ELKANAHSETTLE,,
aderant City Laurcale.
Pig-tree Court, Elysium, Nov. 9, 1815.

P. S.—Should any Civic Hero chance to die of
repletion upon this eventful day, JAMES Quires
Ghost requests he will be so kind as to come
straight from Styx, and " breathe in his face."—
lam not so unreasonable in my requests. 1 only
ask. him to bring tue, in return fir my poetry,
half-a-dozen. of Madeira, four plates of turtle,
and.six of Venison.—The remainder of his dinner
he may keep for his particular friends.

CEDAT UTI CONVIVA SATUR

noitAre., SATIRE th 1300 K L
" °lint Trunch .7 cram quaic
Last year I was oLly a I,la.:si piece of wow!,
Something li.de a fi.4's eat!, neither uqefol ;fa. g:),`,l;
When the carpenter, posed what to do wit= my log,
Thought whether to moue it-a ,11ayor,
So he carved and he chiselled me intl., a I\ra,i,. r.
any Far, and my chain, and my e•m!lor
IN-w the thieves I 4rig,ht with anthcrity's innw,
And yam know what I have to keep damsels in
Thos ;Ir.:lied, I drive all dissipation •Ifkr,
And nothing, improper dares pass Temple-Bar.

Till now, I was fain to weigh dritgs in My shop,

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Far Brewer: who substitute rpLissia for hop::
Or squeeze in the Livery's loud Counnon
To jolieith I'AvELL. and with WAITIIMAN to bawl.
a ffne place, twenty foot by fifteen,
Where our sons will not boast what their fathers have beem
Put now 'tis my fortune to frorie and feast,
In the Mansion-house fine, for a twelvemonth at least;
And preside at the table, where Itmen, when Lord Mayor,
Saw his visitors neatly floored Out of their chair,
nay thieves cannot plague me, nor sharpers perplex,
Nor watchm:m disturb me, nor constables vsx, -
Like the cyprian songsters, whose smiles and whose arts

So bewitchingly turn• poor apprenticeV hearts.
Let me do w•nat I can, by presentment. or hill,
1 cannot forbid them Cheapsi,:e. and Cornhill,
When the vagabond itioOn her mild modesty skews,
To pick tip their collies just under my nose.
Why I myself saw, t'uthcr morning at three,
Bet Blooze, her black petticoat tucked to her knee,
ller bonnet in tattecs, her stockings in holes,
Confounding their peepers, and damning their souls;
And, because the poor devil had palmed a bad shilling,
She gave old Mother Brimstone a desperate milling.
How pale then they looked, and how bitter they swore,
now fiercely they scratched, and Now shz!rr.ly they tore;
While they tapped the red hung in the stile of the Fancy,
And one-roared for Molly, and t'other for Nancy;
And thd blood ran about, like from Cossack or Hessian,
As tae Chronicle says, with " arterial expression:"
While the watchmen kept snug in their boxes, lest they
Should' be called to bear witness next morn of the fray.

If a sentence of hoax nr romance I have said,
May the saucy Jackdaw leave their mark on my heart!
And the frail FANNY SLAB e, and that rogue Paddy Homan,
Clap my, mouth for convenience—guess why?--in the-corner 1
What need of more stories?--And why mention bow
They jawed with each other and kicked up a row ?
How snugly they hid in a hole in the wall,
Rings, handkerchiefs, purses, and watches, and all ?
And packed up their booty of plate and gold lace,
To be popt in the furnace at famous Duke's-place?'

But I, fully bent upon Judges and Juries,
Was shocked at the pranks of this fine pair of Furies;
,So my rattle I sprung---you might guess if you could,
The sound that explodes from the rattle of WOOD—
And to stop these rum damsels from running their rig,
I shouted stop thief! and they answered stop jig .P=7.
*Then toward Temple Bar in amazement they started,
And after them quickly and loudly I- darted.
You'd laugh to behold, how they scuttled abolit;—
Onelost her false hair, t'other's grinders fell out;
Mile to pick up their beauties they never turned back :
So-,-thanks to iuy Woou:--they were oft' in a crack.

Ne'xt Thursday will 'he the Second Day of
; and it is possible t hitt ALL the three
Pri'Les .50,0001.*Consols.- anti four of 20)000/.
I.:onsals. 6c. way he ,Irawn on that day. lindrawn
Tickets tote, Shares sip e scliling by \\'u , Nu. 17,
Ludgate-street (near Sr.. raid's), who sold in
Shares tbtt two 1:1.t 30,000/. &c. niso).No
10,616, Ei Pril.e of 300/..Cnnsols. ja the 1,-,rsent
Lottery.

AIIRIV.U,S ,ANT)...P.I'AILTUitIic.