"Don Superbo Hispaniola Pistole by Mr. C--b--r, and Donna Americana by Mrs. Cl--ve, the favourite of the town!" Dare Conjuror Fawkes insinuate that Cibber, if he did not actually "wag a serpent-tail in Smithfield fair," still put on the livery of St. Bartholomew, in the Brummagem Don Pistole? That _Kitty Clive_, the termagant of Twickenham! with whom the fastidious and finical Horace Walpole was happy "to touch a card," bedizened in horrible old frippery, rioted it in the "Rounds?" If true, what a standing joke for David Garrick, in their "combats of the tongue!" If false, "surprising and incomparable" must have been thy "dexterity of hand," base wizard! which shielded that bold front of thine from the cabalistic retribution of her nails!
_Leverigo_ the Quack, and his Jack Pudding Pinkanello, have mounted their stage; and, hark! the Doctor (Leveridge, famous for his "O the Roast Beef of Old England!") tunes his manly pipes, accompanied by that squeaking Vice! for the _Mountebank's song_.
* "Here are people and sports of all sizes and sorts, Cook-maid and squire, and mob in the mire; Tarpaulins, Frugmalions, Lords, Ladies, Sows, Babies, And Loobies in scores: Some howling, some bawling, some leering, some fleering; While Punch kicks his wife out of doors! To a tavern some go, and some to a show,
See poppets, for moppets; Jack-Puddings for Cuddens; Rope- dancing, mares prancing; boats flying, quacks lying; Pick- pockets, Pick-plackets, Beasts, Butchers, and Beaux; Fops prattling, Dice rattling, Punks painted, Masks fainted, In Tally-man's furbelow'd cloaths!"
In another quarter, Jemmy Laroch * warbles his raree-show ditty; while Old Harry persuades the gaping juveniles--
* Here's de English and French to each other most civil, Shake hands and be friends, and hug like de devil!
Here be de Great Turk, and the great King of no land,
A galloping bravely for Hungary and Poland.
Here's de brave English Beau for the Packet Boat tarries,
To go his campaign vid his tailor to Paris.
Here be de English ships bringing plenty and riches,
And dere de French caper a-mending his breeches!
--to take a peep at his gallant show. * Duncan Macdonald ** "of the Shire of Caithness, Gent.," tells, how having taken part in the Rebellion of 1745, he fled to France, where, being a good dancer, he hoped to get a living by his heels.