CIRCUS ROYAL, COLCHESTER. 
 
 / 
 
 AFTER VISITING HIS OLYMPIC PAVILION, 
 NOW AT COLCHESTER. 
 
 *«You have good judgment in Horsemanship.” 
 
 Constable of France^ 
 
 Hail ! hail ! to thee, famed BATTY ! 
 
 Their lyres bards must be stringing, 
 
 When such praises flow from every beau, 
 
 And e’en belles the same are ringing ! 
 
 Yes, with his troop, all “fire” and beauty, 
 Colchester welcomes gaily 
 Him who nightly now the proud laurel bough 
 Gains at the Castle BaiAey \ 
 
 Your splendid Circus, ’tis 
 
 A round of pleasures sprightly; 
 
 As represents each of the gents. 
 
 And squires you’re pleasing — nightly I 
 
 Your horses cleverer are 
 Than any we e’er saw, Sir; 
 
 Though fine and fleet, your every seat 
 Shows nightly how they ^^draWy' Sir ! 
 
 As at once the work they do 
 
 Of both cart-horse and “ blood,” Sir, 
 
 You must — they’re such — have studied much 
 To produce so rare a study Sir ! 
 
 That they’re no common steeds 
 
 E’en greens*' have clearly proved. Sir; 
 
 For who’ll gainsay time was when they 
 In the “first circles** moved. Sir I 
 
 Each the “luxury of 
 
 Sure, owns when breath he’s taking; 
 
 And they show, all say, how our horses may 
 Be “mended” by good breaking i 
 Poor Malthus, oh ! if he e’er saw 
 Your troop, you set him fearing ; 
 
 For there are, one knows, in your circle those 
 That oft indeed are — rearing * 
 
 All the “strait-laced” to BATTY’S, 
 
 ’Tis plain, should wend instanter ; 
 
 For — compared with you— none of that crew 
 Can half perform the canter ! 
 
 See ! when you. Sir, RIDE SIX, 
 
 What gatherings — what dividings ! 
 
 Such horsemanship, declares each lip. 
 
 Beats e’en famed Yorkshire’s ^‘Ridings!”' 
 
 As famous as the Alpine 
 
 Are your mountings y all would own. Sir; 
 
 But, then, beat you e’en Rothchild do 
 Whene’er you “stand a-lone** Sir! 
 
 Really, you’d make a good M. P., 
 
 So, at least. Sir, we’ve a notion ; 
 
 For no tongue can tell, when you ride, how well 
 You can “ se-coiid a motion /” 
 
 Though great are all the feats 
 You present to charm our sight. Sir, — 
 
 How strange when we YOU, too, oft see 
 (Amidst the gas) — a-lighty Sir ! 
 
 Such VARIETY you give us, 
 
 The thought when we attend is,— 
 
 None but an elf he-side himself 
 Can doubt to please your end is ! 
 
 Such notice have you gain’d around, 
 
 ’Tis plain, there’s no disputing 
 That, with all we meet, feat after featy 
 In a place, leads to — s. footing /” 
 
 Now saucy wags so many 
 Abound in regions British 
 Excuse his fun who loves a pun 
 
 — like your steeds — seems skittish I 
 
 Triumphantly may you each feat 
 Continue long to show. Sir; 
 
 And may we spy like “ Gooseberry** 
 
 The current to you flow. Sir ! 
 
 GREAT TOTHAM, September, 1842.