Beside him come L-c-st-r, with equal éclât, in ;— Sir John after nature, Sir Charles on the Treasury. But, bless us !-behold a new candidate come In his hand he upholds a prescription, new written; And he asketh a seat 'mong the Peers of Great Britain! "Forbid it,' cried Jenky, 'ye Viscounts, ye Earls !--- And the strawberry-leaves were by rhubarb supplanted ! Next to bearing a coronet on our own brows, Is to bask in its light from the brows of another; As o'er Vesey Fitzgerald 'twill shine through his mother." Choose between them, Cambridge, pray, Each the same conclusion reaches; G-lb-rn foolish in his speeches. Choose between them, Cambridge, pray; Which is weakest, Cambridge, say. Each a different foe doth damn, When his own affairs have gone ill; G-lb-rn damneth Dan O'Connell. Plays with Truth a traveller's pranks; 1 Among the persons mentioned as likely to be raised to the Peerage are the mother of Mr. Vesey Fitzgerald, etc. FROM HIS EXCELLENCY DON STREPITOSO DIABOLO, ENVOY EXTRAORDINARY TO HIS SATANIC MAJESTY. St. James' Street, July 1. GREAT Sir, having just had the good luck to catch Ready booted and spurred, with a black-leg despatch, From the Hell here, at Cr-ckf-rd's, to our Hell below— I write these few lines to your Highness Satanic, Well knowing how dear were those times to thy soul, And caused in thy realm such a saving of coal, From their all coming down, ready grilled by each other; Remembering, besides, how it pained thee to part In which (though to own it too modest thou art) We could plainly perceive the fine touch of thy claw; I thought, as we ne'er can those good times revive (Though Eld-n, with help from your Highness, would try) "Twould still keep a taste for Hell's music alive, Could we get up a thundering No-Popery cry ; That yell which, when chorused by laics and clerics, That I often nigh laugh myself into hysterics, So, having sent down for the original notes Of the chorus, as sung by your Majesty's choir, Of myself and some others, who sing it with fire,'1 Thought I, if the Marseillais Hymn could command 'Con fuoco-a music-book direction. Such then were my hopes; but, with sorrow, your Highness, The truth is, no placeman now knows his right key, At the York music meeting, now think it precarious. Even some of our Reverends might have been warmer— Altogether, however, the thing was not hearty ;- But, hark, the young Black-leg is cracking his whip- But, till then, I'm, in haste, your most dutiful DEVIL. MR. ROGER DODSWORTH. To the Editor of the Times. SIR, -Living in a remote part of Scotland, and having but just heard of the wonderful resurrection of Mr. Roger Dodsworth from under an avalanche, where he had remained, bien frappé, it seems, for the last 166 years, I hasten to impartto you a few reflections on the subject. Yours, etc., LAUDATOR TEMPORIS ACTI. WHAT a lucky turn-up!-just as Eld-n's withdrawing, To bring thus to light, not the wisdom alone Of our ancestors, such as we find it on shelves, This reverend gentleman distinguished himself at the Reading election. What a God-send to them-a good, obsolete man, Who has never of Locke or Voltaire been a reader ; Oh thaw Mr. Dodsworth as fast as you can, And the L-nsd-les and H-rtf-rds shall choose him for leader. Yes, sleeper of ages, thou shalt be their Chosen; And deeply with thee will they sorrow, good men, And Eld-n will weep o'er each sad innovation THE MILLENNIUM. SUGGESTED BY THE LATE WORK OF THE REVEREND MR. IRV-NG ON A MILLENNIUM at hand!-I'm delighted to hear it— Only think, Master Fred, what delight to behold, A bran-new Jerusalem, built all of gold, Sound bullion throughout, from the roof to the flags A city, where wine and cheap corn1 shall abound,— Thanks, reverend expounder of raptures elysian,2 Thanks, thanks for the hope thou hast given us, that we There was Whiston, 3 who learnedly took Prince Eugene 1'A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny. - Rev. c. 6. See the oration of this reverend gentleman, where he describes the connubial joys of paradise, and paints the angels hovering around 'each happy fair.' 3 When Whiston presented to Prince Eugene the Essay in which he attempted to connect his victories over the Turks with revelation, the Prince is said to have replied that 'he was not aware he had ever had the honour of being known to St. John.' There was Counsellor Dobbs, too, an Irish M.P., A Millennium break out in the town of Armagh !1 There was also--but why should I burden my lay Go on, mighty man,-doom them all to the shelf- Art the Beast (chapter 4) that sees nine ways at once! THE THREE DOCTORS. Doctoribus lætamur tribus. THOUGH many great doctors there be, There are three that all Doctors o'ertop,- Dr. Eady, that famous M.D., Dr. S-they, and dear Doctor Slop. The purger-the proser-the bard- By his scribbling or physicking Can dose us with stuff like the one, Ay, and doze us with stuff like the other. Dr. Eady good company keeps With No-Popery' scribes on the walls; 1 Mr. Dobbs was a Member of the Irish Parliament, and on all other subjects but the MilJennium a very sensible person. He chose Armagh as the scene of the Millennium, on account of the name Armageddon, mentioned in Revelation! 2 This Seraphic Doctor, in the preface to his last work (Vindicie Ecclesia Anglicana), is pleased to anathematize not only all Catholics, but all advocates of Catholics:-They have fo Dr. S-they as gloriously sleeps With No-Popery' scribes, on the stalls. Dr. Slop, upon subjects divine, Such bedlamite slaver lets drop, That if Eady should take the mad line, He'll be sure of a patient in Slop. Seven millions of Papists, no less, Dr. Eady, less bold, I confess, Attacks but his maid of all-work.3 Dr. S-they, for his grand attack, Both a laureate and senator is; While poor Dr. Eady, alack, Has been had up to Bow Street, for his! And truly, the law does so blunder, That, though little blood has been spilt, he their immediate allies (he says) every faction that is banded against the State, every dema gogue, every irreligious and seditious journalist, every open and every insidious enemy to Monarchy and to Christianity.' See the late accounts in the newspapers of the appearance of this gentleman at one of the police-offices, in consequence of an alleged assault upon his maid of all-work.' |