Virginia Argus. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1796-1816, 1806-11-25

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COME sing, my Muse, mighty feat,
A feat among our betters:
'Twixt Tom, a Bond-Street Beau so nea
And Frank, Man of Letters.
Forth to Chalk Farm the heroes strobe
And why strobe thither pray?
Bright honor did the heroes goad
For pistols four had they.
Two seconds bold, in manly mood,
Forth by their side did stalk
But say, my muse, what deadly feud
: Could prompt this bloody walk
Tom wrote some songs toplease the town
In metre fine and gaudy;
And Frank put on the Critics frown,
And vow'd Toms songs were bly,
But Tom within body small
A mighty soul does lodge,
And he on Frank. though stout and tall,
Resolv'd to wreak his grudge;
And whether twas by pulling nose,
Or splitting full in face,
Or treading rudely upon toes,
Gave Frank foul disgrace:
But Frank was 'eke of courage stout,
And reddening up full warm;
And turning fierce on Tom about,
Defed him to Chalk-farIn
All, noble Frank ali, gallant Tom:
We heroes stout and bloody
Bethink We what mishaps may come,
If We fall OH so moody.
Bethink thee, Tom, how many fair
Thy corpse with tears shall pickle,
And vail that none with art 60 rare
Cln now her fancy tickle.
And Frank, oh vet in time be wise,
Thou man of mighty note
Though skin'd in metaphoric guise,
To cut an Authors throat.
This is not critic wsr--oh think
That these are dangers new;
For pistols are not pen and ink,
Nor Chalk-farm e Review.
Should now thy precious drops distil
HI tJHNta4lA > NiSbfHt ifsl.N,
Sad Constable will weep until
He finds another hand!
And now the foot of Primrose hill
The heroes bold draw near,
Ana both w TX unsupported still,
Nor either drops with fear;
And bloody deeds had now been done,
Too dreadful to repeat
But, 10 ere vet the works begun,
The runners OF Bow-street
And they did on the heroes seize,
AID to Bow-strect di1 HE;
The heroes, our good King to please,
Did follow with sigh.
Thus have I seen two spaniels bold,
Just eut'ring on fray,
But cail'd on by their masters hold,
And, growing, sink away.
Now at Bow-street, for warriors great
Nought care the men Of law;
But with their lictors PLACID in state,
Keep stcUtest hearts i'll awe.
Before their worships in full court,
Our heroes were brought there
And at their looks and martial work,
o how the bench did stare.
"The pistols draw" the Justice cried,
"Produce the balls Of death;
"And prove how these dire men of prid
"Wouid stop each others BREATH
They search'd each pisto'. some afraid
Rut glad were they to tell it,
TIeV iound, instead Of deadly lead,
Nought but a paper pellet.
Now God preserve our noble King,
And exc his royal spouse,
And al the branches that do spring
From their illustrious house
And God preserve all writing blades,
Who f,in would cut clper;
YET nothing at each others heads,
Bul pellet shoot--of paper.
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LONDON POLICE.
MANSION HOUSE, Aug. 80
a gigantic and eccentric II bernian sea
ian named Cough, who has been take
J Gus oily by the peace officers on Friday
r r'ot1us coniuct, breaking windows an
lising a mob opposite the Fast India House
'as brought up from the Poultry compter
here he hid been in durance to answe
n his conduct, and to SAY what surety h
.uld give to keep the peace, If he WIS no,
'craJe1 Re answered, "the devil
CAGE he wanted 70 break at all at all,