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The Twickenham Hotch-Potch

For the Use of the Rev. Dr. Swift, Alexander Pope, Esq.; and Company. Being a sequel to the Beggars Opera, &c. Containing, I. The State of Poetry, and Fate of Poets, in the Reign of King Charles IId. II. Seriousities and Comicalities, by Peter Henning, a Dutchman. III. Two Dozen of Infallible Maxims, for Court and City. IV. The Present War among Authors, viz. Swift, Pope, Theobald, Rolli, Voltaire, Parson B---dy, and Mr. Ozell. V. The Rival Actresses, viz. Mrs. O---d, Mrs. P---r, Mrs. B---h, Miss Y---ger and Miss Polly Peachum. VI. A Poetical Catalogue of Polly Peachum's Gallants. VII. An Epistle from Signora F---na to a Lady. VIII. A True Copy of Polly Peachum's Opera. Also, her Panegyrick. Written by Caleb D'Anvers [i.e. Nicholas Amhurst]

Amhurst, N. (1697-1742)

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Seriosities and Comicalities By Way of HOTCH-POTCH, BY Peter Henning, a Dutchman,

Two Dozen of Useful MAXIMS.

XXIV. The Pamphleteers have plunder'd many Pockets, not overcharg'd with Money.

[Yet, dear Poll, you may]

The following Lines being sent to the Author as an Answer to the foregoing Ballad, he, to shew what he published was not done out of Malice to Polly Peachum, has hereunto annexed them, having so much Value for the Female Sex as to give Fair Play to a Fair Woman.

EPIGRAM, To Miss Beswick, alias Fenton, alias Polly Peachum.

AN EPISTLE FROM Signora F---A TO A LADY.

Polly Peachum's OPERA:

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The Old Sportsman: Or, the Antiquated Baronet, behind the Scenes.

I

When first Sir Bob, that rusty Knight,
Appear'd upon the Stage,
All star'd at so Grotesque a Sight,
Nor seen since Alfred's Age.

II

Some thought him done on Pastboard, Sir,
And some in Canvas woven;
None e'er imagin'd he could stir,
But when the Scenes were moven.

III

All wonder'd, in the Toupee Rows
To see so odd a Figure,
Amidst the limber, damag'd, Beaus,
So' inelegant a Vigour.

IV

But they were all mistaken much,
Nor had they him well sounded,
For as their Hearts, just his was such,
And just as much was wounded:

V

Not they with warmer Pleasure hear
When Polly', in soft Expression,
Engages the attentive Ear,
With—All is in my Possession—

VI

Then into Raptures does he stray,
And tender Passions takes,
Who ne'er before was mov'd they say,
But with the Plate, or Stakes.

VII

Thus, have I seen a Jew-trump Girl,
In Fields of Lincoln's-Inn,
A Bear, by Pow'r of Musick, whirl
Into extatic Grin:

VIII

Each shaggy Limb just Measure takes,
His frosty Nature fire,
Each Nerve with new Emotion shakes,
Touch'd by th'harmonious Lyre.