To the Advocates for the Removal of Smith-field Market.

“Sweeping our flocks and herds.”— DOUGLAS.

O Philanthropic men! —

For this address I need not make apology —

Who aim at clearing out the Smithfield pen,

And planting further off its vile Zoology —

Permit me thus to tell,

I like your efforts well,

For routing that great nest of Hornithology!

Be not dismay’d, although repulsed at first,

And driven from their Horse, and Pig, and Lamb parts,

Charge on! — you shall upon their hornworks burst,

And carry all their Bull-warks and their Ram-parts.

Go on, ye wholesale drovers!

And drive away the Smithfield flocks and herds!

As wild as Tartar-Curds,

That come so fat, and kicking, from their clovers;

Off with them all! — those restive brutes, that vex

Our streets, and plunge, and lunge, and butt, and battle;

And save the female sex

From being cow’d — like I?— by the cattle!

Fancy — when droves appear on

The hill of Holborn, roaring from its top —

Your ladies — ready, as they own, to drop,

Taking themselves to Thomson’s with a Fear-on!

Or, in St. Martin’s Lane,

Scared by a Bullock, in a frisky vein —

Fancy the terror of your timid daughters,

While rushing souse

Into a coffee-house,

To find it — Slaughter’s!

Or fancy this:—

Walking along the street, some stranger Miss,

Her head with no such thought of danger laden,

When suddenly ’tis “Aries Taurus Virgo!”—

You don’t know Latin, I translate it ergo,

Into your Areas a Bull throws the Maiden!

Think of some poor old crone

Treated, just like a penny, with a toss!

At that vile spot now grown

So generally known

For making a Cow Cross!

Nay, fancy your own selves far off from stall,

Or shed, or shop — and that an Ox infuriate

Just pins you to the wall,

Giving you a strong dose of Oxy-Muriate!

Methinks I hear the neighbors that live round

The Market-ground

Thus make appeal unto their civic fellows —

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