Morning-Chronicle. ORIGINAL POETRY. AIR-"Twas when the Seas were roaring." Twas when a new election Was coming round again, Poor . . . . . . in dejection From Dublin o'er the ocean, Address'd the herring-brook: Post, but occasionally gratifies the Public through other Channels. Note.-This sublime Baron has, since the Poetry was written, left England and proceeded on his travels. Some years are gone and over, Since I, a luckless rover, Cease, cease, thou cruel fluid, My tongue I wag no longer, No Naval news indite: An ousted Borough-monger, No minister will ever find,' How can they say that Natre, For tho' a tiresome prater, When Royalty was peck'd at, And was not I selected All melancholy lying, Thus wail'd he for his seat; No consolation spying, And scarce a meal to eat: When as a kind assuager Of this his mighty grief, The thought of turning Guager, Afforded him relief. August, 1811. For the Morning Chronicle. CROSS READINGS. Actually collected from a London Morning Paper, of Saturday, Sept. 16, 1810. Ladies and Gentlemen, I beg leave to offer myself as a candidate for the part of Bombastes Furioso, to which will be added the farce of Killing no Murder-in defiance of the sanguinary proclamation of that cut-throat Massena; in consequence of which Lord Castlereagh-alias Fogo, was brought up under a charge of the worst description; amongst other acts of this abandoned Depredator-the ACT of LEGIS LATIVE UNION may be classed with the greatest calamities ever inflicted on a nation. The newly invented patent water-closet totally precludes the necessity of using-paper of every kind, for which, in a moment of need, rough and heavy dollars are certainly a very inconvenient substitute.Yesterday his Grace of Q. so well known in the annals of gallantry-suddenly left his disconsolate friends; he is a very athletic, well-built, black bearded man, with a glowing complexion, and in the prime of life—a remarkably long tail, and his breed much admired; whoever will bring him tosuch Ladies as are in the habit of wearing stays, or corsets. No. 24,753 at Hornsby's lucky office; will, in all probability be made easy for life; and the immediate result be, at least-three boys and a girl, who, with the mother, |