"The Musical Miscellany," printed in that year.[1] In other respects it is a curious production, and, perhaps, was sung by Punch himself, in one of his entertainments. It is inserted under the title of
PUNCHINELLO.
Trade's awry, so am I
As well as some folks that are greater;
But by the peace we at present enjoy
We hope to be richer and straighter.
Bribery must be laid aside,
To somebody's mortification:
He that is guilty, oh, let him be tried,
And expos'd for a rogue to the nation.
I'm that little fellow
Call'd Punchinello,
Much beauty I carry about me;
I'm witty and pretty,
And come to delight ye;
You cannot be merry without me.
My cap is like a sugar-loaf,
And round my collar I wear a ruff;
I'd strip and shew you my shape in buff,
But fear the ladies would flout me.
My rising back and distorted breast,
Whene'er I shew 'em, become a jest;
And, all in all, I am one of the best,
So nobody need doubt me.
Æsop was a monstrous slave,
And waited at Xanthus's table;
Yet he was always a comical knave,
- ↑ In 1735, was published the third edition of "Harlequin Horace, or the Art of Modern Poetry," dedicated to the celebrated John Rich; one object of which is to shew that Pantomime had driven poetry from the stage. A frontispiece represents Harlequin and Punch uniting their efforts to expel Apollo, who, with his lyre, is making his exit from the theatre, Punch giving the god a parting kick. The dress of Punch is very nearly the same as at present, with the exception of the conical hat, which has a sort of brim to it.
