dat?"-"Bish, sir."-"Eh, ma foi! Bish encore? Vel."-" There was No. 2032, 3001."-" And who was sel?""Bish, sir.". "Eh, mon dieu! 'tis very grand fortune. Now den de last, and who vas sel dat?""Why, sir, the last was No. 6275, 3007., also sold by Bish." "Eh, de diable! 'tis von chose impossible, Bish sell all de four?"-"Yes, sir, and in a former lottery he sold all the three thirty thousands.' "Den he is von golden philosopher. I vill buy, I villlet me see. Yes, I vill buy your shop." His ambition was at last, however, contented with three tickets; so that he has three chances of gaining the two thirty thousands yet in the wheel; and we have no doubt Bish will have the good luck of selling them. "BISH" is the subject of versified praise, in another bill. HOW TO BE HAPPY. Let misers hug their worship d hoards, With spirits light as air. Prizes in store before us, Let lovers droop for sparkling eyes, And BISH we'll toast in chorus. Let glory call the sons of war To dare the crimson'd field; Riches in store before us; "BISH" on another occasion steps in with PERMIT ME TO ASK Have you seen the scheme of the present Lottery? Do you know that it contains MORE PRIZES than BLANKS? Have you heard how very cheap the tickets are? Are you aware, that Lotteries are about to be discontinued, the chancellor of the exchequer having said that the Lottery bill, introduced last session of parliament, should be the last? I need not direct you to BISH's, as &c. being the luckiest offices in the kingdom, "BISH" adventured in the " City Lottery," a scheme devised for getting rid of. the houses in Picket-street, Temple-bar, that occasion he favoured the world with and Skinner-street, Snow-hill; and on the following: FREEHOLDS AND FORTUNES. BY PETER PUN. And blind, as her portraits reveal, sir; Is by putting a spoke in her wheel, sir : Then the summons to BISH don't scorn, For, as her cornucopia he holds, 2 He's the lad for exalting your horn, sir. With poverty who would be known, At Bish's, where all folks pell-mell come, With catacomb fal lals and sphynxes; And at Bish's you'll fill them with cole, sir. For when you're thus furnish'd in state, Then to BISH's away for supplies, For mopusses they are so plenty, Then BISH for my money, I say, That man's the philosopher's stone, sir." THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE. Philosophers in vain so long have sought, He, who life's sea successfully would sail, Must often throw a sprat to catch a whale. Apply this proverb then; think, ere too late, What fortune, honour, and what wealth await The very trifling sum* of one pound eight. "BISH," of course, imagined, or wished, the public to be amazingly surprised at his popularity, and therefore indulged them with this song: WHAT'S THE MATTER? By Quintin Query, Esq. Tune.-"O Dear, what can the Matter be?" "O dear, what can the matter be ?" To tell, who can be at a loss? The people are running by dozens to BISH's, To make out their dreams, and fulfil all their wishes, And try to come in for the loaves and the fishes, At 4, Cornhill, and 9, Charing-cross. "O dear, what can the matter be ?" I'll tell you, good friend, if you wish; The people are trying dame Fortune to cozen, And the old women's tongues are eternally buzzing, About lucky numbers; 19 to the dozen, And all they can talk of is BISH. "O dear, what can the matter be?" I dare say you're dying to know; The horns blow about, be it rainy or sunny, The walls they are cover'd with bills all so funny, To shew you the way how to finger the money, And you all know that "makes the mare go." "O dear, what can the matter be?" The bellman he rings such a peal? To tell those whose fortunes are rusted with rickets, To call at good luck's (that is, Bish's) two wickets, *The price of a Sixteenth in the present Lottery, And a transfer obtain for 500 Whole Tickets; How conceited they'd make a man feel! "O dear, what can the matter be ?" For joy you'll be dancing a jig ; For good luck most folks are delighted to choose a day, And a lucky day surely must be a good news day, Then the day of all days is the very next Then, Misfortune s black Monday a fig! "BISH," on another occasion, treated the "gentle public," like so many chil-' dren, with another optical delusion. FORTUNE'S GALANTY SHOW. Tune.-" GALANTY SHOW." O pretty show, O zaree show, O finey galanty show, O pretty galanty show! Come, all my merry customers, of high, middling, and low degree, You shall see the high road to Fortune, and that's better than the road to Ruin. And besides the usual 5's, 10's, and 20 Thousands (Peep thro' one of these wickets,) whole Tickets! O pretty show, &c. And there you shall see, (Look a little to the right) Mr. BISH's Shop on Cornhill:·· (Now a little to the left) And there's his other Shop at Charing-cross, where buy Shares if you will; You'll get a part of the 1000 whole Tickets, I'll be bound, And that's very much like getting a part of more than a Hundred Thousand Pounds! O pretty show, &c. Then look straight forward, and there you see Coopers' Hall, (Isn't it a fine building?) there the Tickets they draw; And there you see the pretty little Blue-coat Boys, and nicer little fellows you never saw; There you'll see 'em pulling the Numbers and Prizes out of the very Grand Wheels And when one has a Ticket in the Lottery, and sees such a sight, how narvous one feels! O pretty show, &c. And there (Rub the glass a little cleaner) there's a sight I'd not have you miss for a pound, The little Boy draws out a Number (Let me see what Number you have got) aye, that's it, I'll be bound; There don't the Clerk (On the left hand) look exactly as if he was calling it, don't you see how he cries? And the other little Boy draws, and the other Clerk looks as if he bawl'd out a £20,000 Prize. There you see ('tis no Dream of Castles in the Air, called Utopia) O pretty show, &c. There you see Fortune pouring the Guineas out of what the deuce is it? a great long hard name-Oh! her Cornucopia ! That's a fine Golden Horn, that holds all the Prizes, I declare, "BISH" was pleased to devise the scheme of a Lottery to be drawn on St. Swithin's day, wherein wine was added to the prizes, and therefore, and because its O pretty show, &c. novelty was deemed alluring, we find one of his bills beginning with an apo strophising and prophetic couplet : "BISH," in another bill, oddly enough, put an old, one-legged smoker, with a patch over one eye, a carbuncled nose, and his only foot flannelled up for the gout, the effects of drinking, in an arm chair, with the following lines below: "LAID UP IN PORT." Od's blood! what a time for a seaman to skulk, Tommy Bish shall fill my glass, The boozing old commodore he; Tho' I'll never more be fit for sea. Then also, "Bish" favoured his "friends" with the opportunity of sing. ing, BACCHUS AND PLUTUS, OR THE UNION. Tune." Derry Down." A ROW was kick'd up in the regions above, For PLUTUS and BACCHUS for precedence strove; First BACCHUS advanc'd, tho' he scarcely could stand, Determin'd, he swore, to have the whip hand; And thus he began." Why, you sordid old elf, All your thoughts are employ'd in the scraping of pelf. "Can gold, I would ask, e'er enliven the soul Like the juice of the grape, or a full flowing bowl? Can the glittering bauble such pleasure impart, Or make the blood circle so warm round the heart? "That gold is an evil, there's many will say, As my vot'ries oft find when the reck'ning's to pay; Had gold ne'er existed, the true jolly fellow For ever might tipple, and always get mellow. "I swear by old Styx !—that this truth it will stand:" Rut the wine in his noddle usurp'd the command, A knock-'em-down argument BACCHUS soon found, For quickly he measur'd his length on the ground. "AS BACCHUS is down," then says PLUTUS, "I'll rise;" And this speech he address'd to the knobs of the skies: "That gold is a blessing, I'm sure I can prove : The soother of cares, and cementer of love! "You know the old proverb, of poverty, sure, 'Tis something about when she enters the door, That love, through the window, soon toddles away;' But if there were gold, I'm sure that he'd stay. "Well,—a Lottery he's plann'd, with an union rare, Where money and wine each come in for a share; There are three thirty thousands to gratify you; And the twelve pipes of wine, sirs, for BACCHUS will do." Says BACCHUS to PLUTUS-"Then give us your hand, I'll tipple his wine, till no more I can stand; And as Jove has inform'd us there's money enough, Why you, Mister PLurus, can finger the stuff. "Besides, I have heard, or my memory's fail'd, How greatly last Lott'ry his luck has pre‚vail'd; The three twenty thousands, he sold (the rum fish!) Then let us be off, and buy tickets of BISH!" Derry down, "Bisu," who in the former bill had subjoined, in plain prose, that "lotteries must end for ever," likewise issued the following DUTIES ON WINES. The minister in reducing the duty, so that wines may be sold at one shilling per bottle cheaper, has done much to increase the spirits of the people; at the same time he has adopted another measure that will in a few months DESTROY THE FREE TRADE of every person in the kingdom to obtain for a small sum a great fortune in a few weeks, by having determined to abolish Lotteries, which must soon end for ever; therefore, the present is one of the last opportunities to buy, &c. "BISH," according to the old plan, 66 ever ready to serve his friends," issued THE AMBULATOR'S GUIDE TO THE LAND OF PLENTY BY PURCHASING A TICKET, In the present Lottery, You may reap a golden harvest in Cornhill, and pick up the bullion in Silverstreet; have an interest in Bank-buildings; possess a Mansion-house in Goldensquare, and an estate like a Little Britain; pour red wine down Gutter-lane; never be in Hungerford-market; but all your life continue a May-fair. BY PURCHASING A HALF, You need never be confined within Lon don-wall, but become the proprietor of many a Long-acre; represent a Borough, or an Aldermanbury; and have a snug share in Threadneedle-street. BY PURCHASING A QUARTER, Your affairs need never be in Crookedlane, nor your legs in Fetter-lane; you may avoid Paper-buildings; steer clear of the King's-bench, and defy the Marshalsea; if your heart is in Love-lane, you may soon get into Sweetings-alley, obtain your lover's consent for Matrimony-place, and always live in a Highstreet. BY PURCHASING AN EIGHTH, You may ensure plenty of provision for Swallow-street; finger the Cole in Coleman-street; and may never be troubled with Chancery-lane; you may cast anchor in Cable-street; set up business in a Fore-street, or a Noble-street; and need never be confined within a Narrow-wall. BY PURCHASING a SIXTEENTH, You may live frugal in Cheapside; get merry in Liquorpond-street; soak your hide in Leather-lane; be a wet sole in Shoe-lane; turn maltster in Beer-lane, or hammer away in Smithfield. In short, life must indeed be a Longlane, if it's without a turning. Therefore if you are wise, without Mincing the matter, be Fleet and go Pall-mall to Cornhill or Charing-cross, and enroll your name in the Temple of Fortune, BISH's. LOTTERY FOR WOMEN IN INDIA. Advertisement. BE IT KNOWN, that Six FAIR PRETTY YOUNG LADIES, with two sweet and engaging young children, lately IMPORTED FROM EUROPE, having roses of health blooming on their cheeks, and joy sparkling in their eyes, possessing amiable manners, and highly accomplished, whom the most indifferent cannot behold without expressions of rapture, are to be RAFFLED FOR next door to the British gallery. SCHEME: twelve tickets, at twelve rupees each; the highest of the fascinating, &c."* three throws, doubtless, takes the most Communicated by J. J. A. F. from a Calcutta newspaper of Sept. 3, 1818.. |