These are the pigeon-holes over the Boxes, Let to the great that visit the House that Jack built. This is the Cat engaged to squall to the poor in the pidgeon-holes over the Boxes, let to the great that visit the House that Jack built.

Madame Catalini is endeavouring to sing; but the audience, armed with rattles, post-horns, and other noisy instruments, are raising a regular uproar:--

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This is John Bull with a bugle-horn, That hissed the Cat engaged to squall to the poor, &c. This is the Thief-taker,[21] shaven and shorn, That took up John Bull, with his bugle-horn, &c.--

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The rioters are having a regular stand-up fight outside the theatre, as well as within. The last verse--

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This is the Manager, full of scorn, Who rais'd the price to the people forlorn, &c., And directed the Thief-taker, shaven and shorn, &c.--

introduces the great John Kemble at the foot-lights, haranguing his unruly audience; the house is represented much as it actually appeared; the rioters, provided with squirts, bellows, marrow-bones, cleavers, rattles, cow-horns, and all sorts of rough music, in short, every instrument of noise that ingenuity could suggest, with huge streamers, banners, and placards, held out on long poles, &c., containing such announcements as 'No theatrical taxation,' 'No intriguing shop,' 'No annual boxes,' 'No Italian singers,' 'None of your Jesuitical tricks, you black monk,' 'Be silent, Mr. Kemble's head _aitches_,' 'Kemble, remember the Dublin tin-man,' 'Dickons for ever, no Catalini.'

_September 30, 1809._ _A Lump of Impertinence._ Woodward del., Rowlandson sc. Published by T. Tegg.--'Who the devil do you stare at? Get along about your business.'

1809(?). _A Lump of Innocence._ Woodward del., Rowlandson sc.--A florid beauty, of the fat, fair, forty, and full-blown type, is 'affecting a modesty, though she has it not;' her eyes are downcast, and a blush suffuses all over, her cheeks being about the colour of a bumper of rubicund cognac brandy which she is imbibing, probably with a view to hide her sensibility: 'Really, gentlemen, if you gaze at me in this manner you will put me quite to the blush!'

_October 9, 1809._ _Miseries of Human Life._ Published by T. Tegg (257).

1809. _Business and Pleasure._ Published by T. Tegg (292).