THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES THE ^eto €lt)orat)o» OR THE TRIUMPHS ELBA. A SATIRICAL POEM, BY MATTHEW RAG, POET LACREAT, OF THE ISLE OF ELBA. .£stuat Infelix angusto Limite* JUVENAL^ LONDON: PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, ORME, AND BROWN, PATERNOSTER-ROiy. 1814. -**> BARNAKD AND FARLEY, Skinner-Sireet, London. THE NEW ELDORADO, OR THE ^xium^M of (tlha* BY MATTHEW RAG. From* scenes of slaughter, and a world opprest, Receive, O Elba, thy illustrious guest! — * M. R. has attempted the opening of this, his first and great performance, by a Touch of Sublimity — That strain I heard was of an higher mood, — but he deprecates any invidious comparison between himself and other subUme poets of the day. The following Poem opens with a Description of the great Hero in his Retirement on the Shores of Elba ; various Characters are introduced, and explanatory Notes written by such of the Author's Friends, as have taken a most lively interest in the Subject. A 2 r--\ M /-\.t~^f^f-^ Here, roused no more to the red battle's strife, Let him review the mazes of his life ; Look back upon the path of blood and woe, The march of death from Dnieper to the Po — When now no more the morn of glory warms, (Its long horizon fired with flashing arms) When sad at evening sounds the sullen tide. That beats the severed Isle's forsaken side, Vain soldier, 'midst the spectres of the past. One look to ^gypt, and to Jaffa cast. Then turn aside — and dying in the wind, Forget the distant curses of mankind — But say, upon thy fall'n, thy alter'd state Shall no acclaiming gratulations wait? Methinks already I behold thee stand, ^Surrounded by a small but generous band. * Matthew Rag be;^ leave to inform the Hottentot Venus, as well as his other readers, that he has endea- voured in the following- poem to steer clear of personality, having only celebrated public character. The following- verses were raised more suddenly than 3Ir. Nash's pa- Should thou regret, (while busy love displays The fond remembrance of connubial days) False to her word, and with the faithless flown, The young imperial partner of thy throne ; Youthful in charms, illustrious in degree, Lo ! that inspiring Venus*, fair Sargee I goda, and will fall to the ground as quickly as his castle, thoug'h he despaii-s of their making so great a noise. * Many questions have been put to me by noble lords, respecting this interesting female, wiiich I do not think consistent Avith delicacy, or my duty to answer , whilst s>he formed a part of the Broad-bottomed Administration in this country, the thing rested upon another founda- tion ; but, as the consort of our arch-enemy, she becomes of high national moment, and great public political im- portance ; should we deem it advantageous to this coun- try to seize the Island of Elba, and convey Bonaparte to Botany Bay, my reasons for siUnce will probably no longer exist. — L — d L — /, A 3 Here, roused no more to the red battle's strife, Let him review the mazes of his life ; Look back upon the path of blood and woe, The march of death from Dnieper to the Po — When now no more the morn of glory warms, (Its long horizon fired with flashing arms) When sad at evening sounds the sullen tide. That beats the severed Isle's forsaken side, Vain soldier, 'midst the spectres of the past. One look to ^gypt, and to Jaffa cast, Then turn aside — and dying in the wind, Forget the distant curses of mankind — But say, upon thy fall'n, thy alter'd state Shall no acclaiming gratulations wait ? Methinks already I behold thee stand, ^Surrounded by a small but generous band. * Matthew Rag be;^ leave to inform the Hottentot Venus, as well as his other readers, that he has endea- voured in the following- poem to steer clear of personality, having only celebrated public character. The follow ing verses were raised more suddenly than Mr. Nash's pa- Should thou regret, (while busy love displays The fond remembrance of connubial days) False to her word, and with the faithless flown, The young imperial partner of thy throne ; Youthful in charms, illustrious in degree, Lo ! that inspiring Venus*, fair Sargee L goda, and will fall to the gfround as quickly as his castle, though he despaii-s of their making so great a noise. * Many questions have been put to me by noble lords, respecting this interesting female, which I do not think consistent Avith delicacy, or my duty to answer , whilst &he formed a part of the Broad -bottomed Administration in this country, the thing rested upon another founda- tion ; but, as the consort of our arch-enemy, she becomes of high national moment, and great public political im- portance ; should we deem it advantageous to this coun- try to seize the Island of Elba, and convey Bonaparte to Botany Bay, my reasons for siknce will probably no longer exist. — L — d L — /, A 3 She with assiduous care and winning grace, Shall shine, an Empress, in Louisa's place ; And when thy breast with public cares is rent, Blinking, her short and sable pipe present — Thus while thy heart's impassioned feelings glow, Thou shalt forget the loves of Fontainbleau, Take whifF for whiff, nor care what is become, Oh cruel, of the little King of Rome! Thus from the fields of glory and renown Thy calmer hours shall love domestic crown. Blest in thy friends, for they too shall repair. To Elba's Isle, and hail thee monarch there. Corporals, half face — ye floggers, beat your drums, Strike, for the British patriot Cobbett comes ! 'Tis he ; yet why that melancholy air. Why docs that face a shade of sadness wear r " Another Solomon," I hear him cry, * Oh, Vanity ! this nauseous vanity ! " Yet here whilst ' Hanover and Hampshire'f rings, " To laud, and gratulate returning kings, " Here let me fly, of pigs and parsons tired, " U n-tilh'd, un-taxed — un-titled — and un-squired, " Far from a lying venal press repose, " Nor care for Morning Post, or old George Rosel" Now Elba's monarch spoke, and dropp'd a tear, " Thou art indeed of English hearts most dear, " France has deceived me, Cobbett, has betrayed " Her trust, and much I need thy powerful aid ; * See Cobbett's Register, in which are these words apphecl to Bonaparte : " I never can forgive him for his vanity, his nauseous, " paltry vanity." * " Hanover" should be as dear to us as *' Hamp- shire," said one of the Whig Leaders. 8 " Thou shalt my ships, my colonies command, " And be prime minister of all this land." With ready ciinge, half pride, and half grimace. Obsequious Cobbett bows, and is in place ; And whilst his grateful heart acceptance yields, A marshal's baton in his hand he wields. Not with more grace, though drilled by many a blow, In mournful minuet to lift his toe, Great Bruin dances w'iih his staff and chain. And shuts his eyes to soft Crowdero's strain. But say, O Muse, shall Elba's King retire, Without the meed of some melodious lyre, Or poet laureat of the blest retreat ; But what great bard for such a place is meet t SoLTHEY, thy tears for Joan of Arc are o'er. No " needy knife-grinder" affects thee more ; 9 " On goes the horseman" — Let the horseman go- One glass qfsacJc can brighter thoughts bestow. Coleridge most moving tragedies had penn'd, But Elba's King alas had seen* " his friend" — Which puzzled his perplex'd sensations more, Than all his plotting foes had* done before. [Matthew Rag now protrudes himself, and solicits the laureatship. The monarch of Elba com- mands him to give a specimen of his talents, and to say something respecting the British navy that may assist his first efforts at a naval arma- ment. — The Candidate " in a moment produces the following:"]— * Metaphysics, called " the Friend," by Coleridge, as dark as metaphysics ought to be. — M. R. 10 COCKNEY'S SONG, AFTER THE MANNER OF CERTAIN GREAT LYRICAL POETS. The sun shone fair on Turnham Green, The 'prentice lad in the Park was seen To trot down Rotten Row ; When a gallant fleet* sailed overlaiid, Near yon magazine it has taken its stand, And makes a triumphant show ! * I submit the following' correspondence, as I re- ceived it, without any comment, or vouching- for its au- thenticity. — M. R. The Ranger of Hyde Park has the honor of inform- ing the Lord Chamberlain, that certain vessels, of a large and maitial description, have lately sailed overland, to the manifest detriment of the roads in the said park, and 11 Now what may those white-masted ships portend, Which all ministerial prints commend, And TiERNEY blushing sees ; he begs to know, whether the captains and pilots are acting under the Lord Chamberlain's orders. Grosvenor-Square, July \2th, 1814. The Lord Chamberlain has had the honor of receiving* the Noble Ranger's letter, concerning certain vessels now on their route to the Serpentine, and begs to say, that the responsibility in question attaches elsewhere, and that the public has already been complimented upon the adroitness with which these things are managed. He has no doubt, however, but that an application to the Chancellor of the Exchequer will answer the Noble Ranger's purpose, as that gentleman is always very prompt In replying to public inquiries. Manchester-Square , July 13fft, 1814. Soon after this interesting correspondence, an adver- tisement appeared to the following effect : — 12 \\ hich float on the breast of the * Serpentine, Which are scented with tar and turpentine, Fast by the willow trees ? Then up, and spake a fat citizen's wife, " We'll have an engagement as large as life, " And here I takes my stand ; " The Ranker of Hyde Park gives notice, that a turu- pike-gate -will be erected south of the Serpentine Ocean, and that all men of war sailing that way will be subject to a toll." * Mr. Whitbread gave notice, that on Monday next he should move for the production of a certain contract, which he understood Government had made " for salting the Serpentine," &c. which he was inclined to think was a job. He held in his hand a petition against this contract, signed by the Noble Ranger of the Park, on the ground that it would seriously incommode the fresh Avater fishes. 13 u *Then we'll drag the vessels to the i" fountain, " Like Quinbus Flestrin, the man of mountain, " To Lilliputian land." But a cygnet flapped with his silver wings, AVhen he saw the ships with their cable springs, And aloft the pennants wave ; The high admirals neither flinched nor stirred. But each fired his broadside at the bird, And then three cheers they gave ! * Readers of true taste will not fail to observe, that the verse in this place hangs heavily, in order to illustrate the difficulty of the enterprize. — M. R. \ There is a fountain in a neig'hbouring sea (which will in future be called the Green Sea), which elevates its waters to a ^eat height, and which in the opinion of some, whose judgment I highly esteem, would add con- siderably to the dignity of the spectacle. 14 Tliey fire, and flap; down down, down down they go, The swan above*, two first-rate ships below ! * N. B.— One with each wing. — 31. Rag did every thing in his power, whilst he was in England, to prevent these sort of accidents. In the absence of the poet- laureat, he thought it necessary to the safety of the vessels, to put up the following lines in humble prose : — > " Whoever fires at this navy with pop-guns will be prosecuted as the law directs." — M. R. Certain cavillers, who are always ready to inocu- late the public with their own morbid distress, have given out, that after the Naumachia, a large crocodile will issue from the depths of the ocean, and swallow up the fleet. This we can positively assert to be a base fa- brication. On the contrary', it is a cheering reflection to know, that the armament, so proudly assembled, is 15 He ceased, that Cockney jovial — and the lay Tickled the ears of Melville's Lord so gay. [The courteous monarch compliments the able can- didate upon his grave and masterly production, and promotes him to the Laureatship.] " Old Matthew Rag, 'tis thou that shalt supply " The post of great Timotheus plac'd on high, " Strike with new strength the panegyric string, " To win the ear of Elba's Queen and King !" not only intended for present amusement, but for perma- nent utility. We are given to understand, that after the engagement in this metropohs, it will proceed by the route of Kensington to Milford Haven, from whence it will embark in a schooner, in order to reinforce Commo- dore Yeo, when it will soon teach the Yankees, that what is sport to us, is death to them. What will the dull BcBOtians say to this ? — Morning Post. B 2 1(J " Oh happy, happy, happy, happy pair, ^' The brave, the brave alone deserve the fair !" So, tho' the times and taxes may be hard, Elba can boast her placeman and her bard. But say who best the pillar shall supply, Of smooth Corinthian aristocracy? Stanhope's sublime harangue, ye Commons, hear, * Stanhope, at once both citizen and peer; " Hail to the patriot potentate retired, " Hated by Kings, by Freedom's Sons admired ! " I can make matches, parasols, and pipes, " Set my own prose to my own stereotypes, * An Abridgment of Sydney on Government is dedi- cated to Lord Stanhope in this manner: '• To Stanhope (or Citizen Stanhope)," I foi^et which, by Wm. Scott. M. /?. 17 " Crack old Joe Miller's jokes with lordly glee, " But, ah!* I cannot make men think like me! " For common monarchs I care not a straw, " For bishops neither, no nor yet for law ; " None in this happy Isle to law shall go, " Farewell, farewell John Doe, and Ri- chard Roe. " But thou, O citizen, whose name in arms " Has filled the British Senate with alarms ; " Thee I attend, great Sire, and lest mankind " Be to such talents, and such virtues blind, " Since wars so dear are o'er, and thou can'st write " Like Julius of old, as well as fight ; " With earnest pray'rs I bend before thy throne. " O make thy march of martial glory known, * A letter from Lord Stanhope to the Reformers — " I can make stereotypes, &c. but cannot make men think like me." B 3 18 " And crowding the blank page with deeds of strife ; " Write, write, oh, write! and let me print thy life! " And, lo ! illustrious citizen and king, " These stereotypes from Albion's Isle I bring, " That seem to wait impatient for thy fame, " And burn to blazon thy immortal name !" He spoke, and bent his body from on high, But, hark ! what means that universal cry ? *Burdett for ever! ring ye marrow bones. Cheer, cheer him, Cobbett ; cheer him, brother Jones ; He comes, yet seems in thought to hang his head. As sighing still, " Ah, John Home Tooke is dead!" * I am concerned that Mr. Whitbread and myself did not happen to coincide in opinion, respecting the worthy 1 19 Recovering soon; "Hail citizens," he cried, And turned his small sharp eyes from side to side, " Oh, citizens, that name shall still be dear " Still breath'd with sighs, still utter'd with a tear." Then all the people shouted, " Hear him, hearr " No borough-monger here shall make the laws, " To bind all free-born subjects — " Loud ap- plause.'^ " No Cold-Bath prison here shall make us •. dumb, " And turn the fluent orator to * mum'" — Applause — " No sickly despot born to thrones, " Shalldare arrest me, or my brother Jones." Baxonet's change of air from Piccadilly to the Tower. Had I been in my place the day after my motion, I should no doubt have forced conviction on his mind, but 20 Bravo — hear him, hear him, kmf •' " My patriot plan " Is Magna Charta, and the Rights of Man — " Yet thee, imperial soldier, I approve, " This Isle, this lovely Isle, hath won my love, " Where RIGHTS, UN ALIEN ABLE RIGHTS, prevail " Without a ROTTEN BOROUGH, or A JAIL." * Bravo, hear him, hear him, hear — he stretch'd his chin, When mighty tragi-comic Coates stepp'd in; unfortunately, I also found it necessary to my health to chang'e the air, and to take a long and sudden journey into the country' . — J. B. L — e. * The applauses, which our orator received, were the more flattering-, as they came from a class of men so disinterested, that although they doated on the Baronet to excess, they seemed to care ver}' little about their own persons, which were for the most part neglected, ill- clad, and worse fed. — M- B' 21 (For what thy triumphs, Elba, if the Muse The Drama's fascinating art refuse) When turning with a look of startling awe, A critic with his sour grimace he saw. The PROPHET PENMAN of the Northern clan, Thus with important emphasis began — * " tSaid I not blindness, madness to suppose, '^ All Europe arm'd could one great man oppose, " Who shall arrest his fatal might ? his power, " Strong and resistless even in danger's hour ? " Said I not England should be prostrate laid, '' Her glories vanish, and her laurels fade ! '' True, the Allies with Blucher have prevailed, " But other prophecies like mine have fail'd. * Some commentators have opin'd, that no less a personage than Mr. B m, is here meant, the suppos- ed author of the Prophecies in question, and political ad- viser of an illustrious Female. + Vide Edinburgh Review. 22 " Did not John Brothers cry, ' More woe, ^* " * more woe — " * Woe, woe to Westminster and PimUco !' ^' And said the world would burn twelve years " ago ? " Does not Johanna Southcote with grey *' charms, " * Lure lovers more than mortal to her arms, " At sixty-three proclaim with maiden face, " Herself prolific of a heavenly race, " Damn all for sinners, who her words reject, " And call the bench of bishops to inspect ? '* Yet she, even she, has prophesied in vain, " Both Covent Garden thrives, and Drury Lane, " Even now when peace her flow'ry garland " brings, " To wreath the sceptre of triumphant kings, '* This claim is seriously advanced by this celebrated personage. 23 " War," " WAR," "more war" exclaimspro- " phetic Moore, * <' Then why should I heaven's wayward will " deplore." " Yet since the tide is turn'd, I here protest, " A Scotchman of the bad should make the " best; " Then, oh great Sire, if thou wouldst conde- " scend " To let me read thy life when it is penn'd, " I here engage — may time my words make " true; " To call it matchless in our great Review !" The courtly monarch took him by the hand, And bade him next the noble printer stand. * Tlie celebrated prophetic Almanack of Moore, five thousand copies of which were cancelled at the peace of Amiens, because " War" was prophesied when all was {)eace. 24 But see, who yonder comes witli bustling haste ? 'Tis K— t, with " his Analysis of Taste:" He bowed, and then said — " Gentlemen, I hope ** *None here prefers rough Milton to soft Pope, " Let taste with tinkling, tunefulness unite, " And then all Elba's beaux shall judge and " write! " What shall she boast the greatest and the best, " Of soldier sovereigns, her illustrious GUEST, " Nor have pure taste, nor purer moral smile, " While classic beauty charms the attic Isle r " Oh Muse of painting here erect thy chair, " Here, oh delightful poesy repair; * That a person should be found to like the flute of Pope, rather than the rich, the varied, the copious, the deep majestic org-an of Milton, is not perhaps very ex- traordinary ; but it is extraordinary, that such a person should think himself competent to wTite an " Analysis of Taste." To him might Milton vrell apply the line, " With Midas's ears committin": short and lone." 25 " Nor shall the fairest of the fair be blind, " To the first votive worship of mankind, " * Whilst saintly «■■» sighing bend the knee, " And whisper — *■ lo voglio, Cosi.'" The man of taste now cast his eyes around, Admired the tangled glen, and rugged ground. Salvator's self might envy this cascade. And what a glorious burst of light and shade ! More had he said, when turning he espied, A fancy builder with a -f-Repton-slide ; And much he joyous raved of gay events, iOf tall pagodas and of humble tents — * Mr. Knight mentions this fact of some ladies of Acemia, if I recollect right. f This ingenious device of Mr. Repton is well known, to shew what Landscape /s, and what it ought to be. % I am far from cavilling seriously at any of these preparations ; on the contrary, I beg to be included in the number of those whom the Morning Post says, " are c '2d " This strait canal must be by all admired, '' There's nothing but a little taste required; " Taste is a thing, my Lord, that must be felt, " I'll gird this formal water with a *belt," What classic architect can fail to please, Whose taste is borrow'd from the gay Chinese? highly delighted." The Angel of Peace has visited the earth. Let all nations, and all ranks rejoice ! * Nothing can be more judicious, tasteful, and appro- priate, than Mr. Nash's Chinese bridge, with the pag'oda on the centre of it, and it very far exceeds the bridge, which is thrown across the road up Constitution-hill. Indeed there is not an object with which it does not har- monize — the Horse-guards, Westminster Abbey, and last, though not least in estimation, his own unrivalled Grecian temple. On this account, I am pleased to find, that it is intended for permanent convenience and decora- tion. For it is a glorious edifice, and looks as if it had dropped from the clouds to diffuse joy and mirth over the face of the land. This in reply to those hypercrkics, who have insinuated that the Purpureus Pannus has been tacked on, and that the fish's tail peeps out from be- neath the bridge, — *^. Rag. 27 Strait o'er this bridge a gravel road shall go, And stretch from Bird-Cage-Walk to Pimlico; And this a lasting monument shall be, To future ages of our Jubilee ! This lawn with tents like ninepins I will fill. And have a fair on Constitution-hill ; Now *my Lord Chamberlain, by this machine You in an instant will see what I mean ; I sketch this water, and these clumps of wood. The Abbey — and the Horse-guards — very good You see in this rough sketch St. James's rise, Precisely as it is, before your eyes — I only shift this slide, and you will see. The preparations as they ought to be — A lofty Grecian temple to amaze, A crowd, a bridge, a pyrotechnic blaze! The sour Boeotian, with his cant of waste. Shall pine with envy of our Attic taste ; * I tell you over and over again the Chamberlain is not respon^ble — Y — • — th. C 2 28 * Airy and light Athenian forms shall rise. The Congreve rocket shall bombard the skies. Bloated with gas, the cracker-charged balloon Shall fly full tilt, as if to fire the moon ! [The Monarch waved his hand as a sigrial to stop the ravings of this gentleman, and desired he might be sent back to his own country, whether it were England, China, or Turkey in Europe.] Much like a harlequin with wooden sword, And underneath his arm a painted board ; Like Chapeau-Bras, whose golden letters clear Shine in the sun, " Youth taught and boarded here." Came fS y S h — " Ob, bane of state and church, " Those public schools, he cried, defiled with birch ! * Shall nothing airy, light, and Athenian, blend itself Avithour amusements? — Morning Post. -)- This reverend gentleman, educated at a public 29 '' Academies shall here alone be seen, " Neat lodgings, advertis'd on boards of green ; " No gammas here shall fright the lank-hair'd ladj " To make mamma and moping master mad. " His Latin little, and his Greek as small, " Just knowing nothing, yet despising all : " Th' accomplished youth with wonder ail shall see, " And say,he talks, and writes, and looks like me." Great Elba's king, who this might be admir'd, When he beheld him like a priest attir'd. And heard him with complacent smile declare, '' * He'd preach all parsons to the sexton bare." school himself, is supposed to be the author of an attack on them in the Edinburgh Review. He has got a com- plete ^og-g-irag in the Quarterly Review, and another in the last numbers of the Quarterly Classical Journal. Th.s is ovvmg to his not having been flogged oftener by Dr. Warton at Winchester. — M. R. * Taken from the Preface to this gentleman's Sermons, c 3 30 So fine his tropes, his action so complete, His air so winning, and his voice so sweet ! "Enough, ENOUGH," the musing monarch cried, To highest posts let sordid interest guide ; Learning (whilst I adorn fair Elba's throne,) And MODEST merit here shall plead alone. He spoke, and bad the priest, at his command, Rise JWETROPOLITAN OF ALL THE LAND. Murmurs of loud applause the circle fill, " Non placet" — cried the saintly Rowland Hill — And thrice he blew his nose, thrice stroked his band. And spoke with half-shut eyes and waving hand: " Let me the consciences of all direct, " True guide and oracle of gospel sect, in which he accuses the clergy of want of action, and says with the help of it, and such sernoons as he writes, he would engage to preach all the clergymen "bare to the sexton," that is, that no one should be left to heai' the common clergyman except ihe bextou.^— ilf. R. 31 " Your Church of England man cries, *" work, " zwrk, work," " But knows no more of gospel than a Turk— " What tho' in surplice some on Sundays bawl, " Are they not dumb dogs, I say " dumb DOGS," all? " Nor can we thrive, to this I am most staunch, " In Elba's Isle without a Bible branch. " Oh, wouldst thou, monarch, to my counsel " list, " What gain to God shouldst thou turn me- " THODIST ! " Thou art a sinner, hast drunk deep in " blood, " Shewn no remorse, no pity — very good — " Hast dealt in crimes that for heav'n's vengeance call, " Murder'd the sick and helpless — best of all; * They tell us to " work," wnen they know they cannot " work," 32 *^ To our dear saints those sins thou shalt confess, '* Their pious prayers shall * poor Napoleon bless, *' Then while soft eyes with tender transports swim, " And melting virgins raise the luscious hymn, " Sargee shall own the soul-subduing grace, ** f ' And hide,' on Cupid's breast, " her blushing face'." * Poor Napoleon, a cant word for all the I'ogxies the Methodists send to heaven. ■f This line is taken literally, with the alteration of the word Cupid, from a hymn book, called " Car- mina Christo," by the Rev. Dr. Hawes, many years preacher at Lady Huntingdon's chapel at Bath. Many, too manv of the methodistical hymns are in this style. — The Reverend Doctor, whom I have quoted, begins one hymn for the Edification of Young Ladies, thus — 33 ho f the prim preachers that with squinting look Adorn the lady's memorandum book, The Gospel lady's (I the truth must tell, No doubt all OTHER ladies go to hell): Let such establish the true church's laws, As mild as Overton, as sleek as Hawes, While freed religion tolerates no more The red rags of the Babylonian whore. " Right," cried Earl H by, that sapient lord, " The church wants levelling upon my word ; What are your Taylors, Sherlocks, but ' dry bones,' Compar'd ^vith curates, such as Wynne and Jones ? •' Oh! grant me children, or I die, " Was once the love-sick Rachel's cry! P——t of the Societjffor the Suppression of Vice. 34 Let the old rector, useless now become, Be driven from his hospitable home, What tho' the palsy shake his feeble frame, Tho' learning, virtue, still revere his name ; What tho' the sad, the friendless, and the poor. Childhood and age, with blessing left his door ; What tho' his eldest daughter, doubly dear, Kisses his pale cold temples with a tear ; While his heart bleeds to think, when he is gone. How she may fare in a hard world alone ; What tho' his years decline, his spirits fail, *0A, is there not a comfortable jail!" He ceas'd — when, loud asjackallsin a storm, A voice was heard behind — " Itefoi'm, reform .'" And strait a wrinkled, hoary, wretched thing, Push'd through the crowd,and cried, " No church, no king !" * M. R. has inserted this to shew his hand at the pathetic. 35 The monarch at the noise impatient rose, "\ When Sargee took the *brawler by the nose, > And in an instant stopped his Patriot Prose, j A lank hair'd loon, who with the critic came. With freckled cheeks, bare knees, and head of flame ; Of high born lineage, and Macdonald's clan, Eftoons to loodle with his pipes began ; All laughed — the piper still a loodle made. And " Peggy, now the king's come," deftly played. And now a louder strain began to blow, fBoNEY, viCH Elba, hoe dhu iero ! * It has been reported, no doubt erroneoiisly, that when the old indefatigable reformer, Major C , came to this passage, like Dennis of old, he exclaimed in a passion, " By G — d, that is meant for me." + I trust the man of the highest poetical genius, ac- complished manners, and purest integrity of life, will excuse my insertion of this line ; those which immedi- ately precede, do not relate to him.— 3/. R. S6 So all was happy in that blest retreat, Where Freedom and the Graces fixed their seat. While Stanhope cracked his jokes with lordly glee, And danced a strathspey with the fair Sargee — Now cease the revels, whilst the Jews' harps ring, And bagpipes play, long live thequeen and KING. And thou, O favoured and imperial Isle, Long graced M'ith worth and beauty, may thou smile. Remote from Fortune's frown, and Faction's rage, '* The Eldoeado of tius happy age !" FINIS. BARNARD AND FARLEY, Skinner-Stretl, London, This book i$ DUE on the last date stamped below. 10M-1 1-80(2555)470 REMINGTON RAND INC. 23 PR 5205 Rl35n SOUTHERN REGIONAL LIBRARY FACILITY AA 000 078 993 3