98 HISTORY OF THE 



ELEGY* 

 ON THE SUPPOSED DEATH OF 



OLD a. 



" Longa Tythonum minuit Senectus."— Hor. 



And what is all this grand to do 

 That runs each street and alley thro' ? 

 'Tis the departure of Old Q, 



The Star of Piccadilly. 



The K — g, God bless him! gave a whew! 

 " Two Dukes just dead — a third gone too ! 

 What ! what ! could nothing save Old Q, 

 The Star of Piccadilly." 



" Thank Heaven ! thank Heaven !" exclaims Miss Prue ; 

 " My mother and grand-mother too. 

 May now walk safe from that vile Q, 

 The star of Piccadilly." 



The jockey boys, Newmarket's crew. 

 Who know a little thing or two, 

 Cry out—" He's done ! We've done Old Q. \ 

 The Star of Piccadilly." 



On Richmond's sunny bank there grew, 

 'Midst violets sweet, a wanton yew. 

 Crabbed and old ; and that mourns Q, 

 Tlie star of Piccadilly. 



The Monsieurs and Sig'noras too 

 Like cats in love, set up their mew, 

 " Ah morto, morfo, pov'ro Q ! 



The Star of Piccadilly." 



Townshend, Macmanus, all the hue 

 And cry of Bow-Street, each purlieu. 

 Each little corner, wants its Q, 



'ITie Star of Piccadilly. 



* Written in 1804. 



