pulled out a warrant, and arrested the body! Mr. Canning and Lord
Sidmouth went into an adjoining room, and paid the debt, which (it is
said) amounted to 500l.

THOMAS GILL.

* * * * *

_Dr. Walcot, to Shield the Composer_.--The following was sent to
Shield, the ingenious composer, for his ivory ticket for admission to
a concert, by his friend Peter Pindar:--

Son of the _string_ (I do not mean Jack Ketch,
Though Jack, like _thee_, produceth _dying tones_;)
Oh! yield thy pity to a starving wretch,
And for to-morrow's _treat_, pray send thy _bones_.

THOMAS GILL.

* * * * *

_Epitaph on Mr. Death, the Actor_.


Death levels all, both high and low.
Without regard to stations;
Yet why complain,
If _we_ are slain?
For here lies one, at least, to show
He kills his own relations.