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[[italic]] gallop, suddenly stops, and (as soon as he has gained breath) breaks into the following enthusiastic

AIR.
With the stars I will gambol at hide and seek
  With the planets I'll dance a quadrille:
I will dine on green cheese seven times in a week,
  While I sit on a lunar hill.

I'll hug pretty Venus, coy Vesta I'll kiss*   [[right margin: [[italic]] *The Ladies look on one another. [[/italic]] ]]
  When once in the air with the dearies,*   [[right margin: [[italic]] *Green looks on the ladies. [[/italic]] ]]
  And poll about Pallas, that wiseacre Miss, 
  And caper with Juno and Ceres.

While thus on my gambols, if ever in sight
  An inquisitive comet shall sail;
I'll stop him, by Jove, in his whirligig flight,
  And I'll pull the old dog by the tail.*   [[right margin: [[italic]] *Here enters Pony with his tail greased. [[/italic]] ]]

If the Gentleman-Planets, in jealousy, choose
  Look at me with the feminine stare;
Jove, Herschel, and Saturn I'll mortally bruise,*   [[right margin: [[italic]] *The fiddler winces. [[/italic]] ]]
  And darken* the daylights of Mars.   [[right margin: [[italic]] *The fiddler winks. [[/italic]] ]]

Should "Nepos Atlantis"* dare ever to pout   [[right margin: [[italic]] *The ladies and the Snobs are greatly amused with the latin. [[/italic]] ]]
  At the gambols caelestis orchestrae,
I'll put on the gloves*, and I'll make him turn out,   [[right margin: [[italic]] *At the word "Gloves" a little fibbing takes place in a corner. [[/italic]] ]]
  --Quite fly to his "more paloestrae."

From each shoulder I'll spread, in my merry career
  A rainbow instead of a wing,
And should old Saturn tip me a Saturnine sneer*,    [[right margin: [[italic]] *Fiddler grins. [[/italic]] ]] 
  I'll lick him right out of his ring.*   [[right margin: [[italic]] *Mr. Green licks fiddler. [[/italic]] ]]    

  [[italic]] Upon this, fired with indignation, the Snobs rush in upon Mr. Green, who is immediately supported by the Gownsmen, hence a general row commences; War-cries of Town and Gown resound from all quarters;--Deck, Esq. overcome by terror, immediately makes for the pony, but the pony eludes his grasp;--he then makes for the balloon, squeezing himself in at the safety valve, it being the safest place for a gentleman in his situation, where, overpowered by the [[--arious ?]] uproar, he falls into a stupor.--The row dies away--in a few hours peace is established, and at twenty minutes past eight, the fiddler being seated [[/italic]]
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[[italic]] Mr. Green continues his melody. (Deek, Esq. is missed but not inquired after).-

With a cask of neat lightning what rigs will I run
With the jolly old cove in the moon,
With a thunder-bolt match light my pipe at the sun,
And make the poor earth my spittoon.*

[[italic right margin]]*Spits at fiddler.

Perhaps you would think that whenever it show'd,
I could not escape from a whitening;
No* - I'll have a great-coat made of warm fleecy cloud,
And breeches of thunder and lightning.

[[italic right margin]]*The fiddler blows his nose, whereby he puts out Mr. Green, wherefore he is licked.

There quickly I'll white-wash this jolly red nose*,
And I'll give a fresh curl to my hair,
From the galaxy stealing the milk of the rose,
And borrowing grease from the Bear.

[[italic right margin]]*pats his own nose - and pulls the fiddler's ditto.

Believe me, kind friends, this last meeting of ours
My once dormant feelings arouses;*-
-Engineer cut the ropes! - or else by the powers
We shall never get clear of the houses.

[[italic right margin]]*(takes out an onion in a pocket handkerchief and tries to weep.)

[italic] During the last verse he has been getting into the car.-The engineer cuts the ropes, the balloon begins to rise - Fiddler plays a mixed variety of tunes, while all the spectators with Mr. Green himself, join in the following song exultation. (Deck, Esq. having recovered, is at intervals heard singing from within.)

ALL. There {they} go up, up, up,
Here {we} go up, up, up,

DECK.-Let [ital.] me, (with emphasis) [end ital.] go down, down, down.

GREEN.-Come out of that there,

DECK.-Touch me if you dare.
[[italic right margin]] A violent struggle ensues which ends in Deck's being ejected.

ALL. There he}Come down, down, down.
Here he}Come down down, down.
Here I}Come down, down, down.

[italic] He falls into the Cam;-from which he is rescued by the presence of mind of the Fiddler; the Proctor passing at the moment, is struck with admiration at his heroism, and creates him a bull-dog on the spot, just as Mr. Green is out of sight. [Vivant Proctores.]

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To Charles Green, Aeronaut
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Another Icarus is seen!
Th'intrepid, daring, fearless GREEN;
Behold him in the Air!
Soaring in his huge Balloon:
One day, perhaps he'll reach the Moon,
And make her people stare.

2
Success attend him in his flight,
On some new world, one day, he'll light
And be a wonder there;
The undaunted Aeronaut, no doubt,
Will bring the mighty scheme about
And reign the Price of Air!

3
How puny to his eyes must seem
The works of Man beneath I deem,
Whilst mounted in the Air;
The highest palaces that are 
Shrink to a point beneath his Car,
And Men like Mites appear.

[[in small type at the bottom of the left column]] Copied by William Upcott
Aug. 17 1840.
102 Upper Street, Islington.

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Ambition's highest flights how low,
Compar'd with those of GREEN we know;
How mean is every plan
Of greatest Ministers of State;
They ne'er can rise at such a rate,
Nor equal such a Man.

5
He must have had a strong Cuirasse
Of triple steel or double brass,
Who tempted first the Main;
Thus Roman Horace wrote I mean
But had he known our English GREEN,
Oh.'what had been his strain!

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Fearless aloft the Aeronaut,
By winds of Heaven caught,
Behold him sail along;
To soar in my way too, I mean,
And celebrate the name of GREEN,
The subject of my song-

T.S.H.

Portsea 22 July, 1829

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