953 
 
 ^aee 
 
 (8(9 
 
 yC-NRLF 
 
 B 3 S7b M70 
 
 ^'}A 
 
 

-tp' 
 
 o. 
 
 THE REAL 
 
 OR 
 
 CONSTITUTIONAL HOUSE 
 
 THAT 
 
 JACK BUILT. 
 
 I^ok on this PictuiIe, and on that." 
 
 WITH TWELVE CUTS. 
 
 'v^ r^^ss^'<'''--'/'h^''^^ ■ 
 
 FIFTH EDITION. 
 
 Eonlfon: 
 PRINTED FOR J. ASPERNE, CORNHILL; 
 
 AND 
 
 W. SAMS, St. JAMES's STREET, 
 
 1819. 
 Price One Shillinjr. 
 
*' England ! — model to thy inward greatness 
 Like little body with a mighty heart, — 
 What might'st thee do, that honour would, thee do. 
 Were all thy children kind and natural !" 
 
 NOTE. 
 The Mottos are chiefly selected from Shakespeare, Cowper, and Dr. YouBg. 
 
 VV. Fluit, rnnter, Angel Couit^ tkinuerStjeet. 
 
TO THE 
 
 LOVERS OF PEACE, 
 
 AND THE 
 
 TRUE FRIENDS OF OLD ENGLAND* 
 
 TO 
 ALL THOSE WHO REFUSE TO COUNTENANCE 
 
 Political Parties, Oratorical Demagogues, and 
 Public and Private Writers, 
 
 WHO AFFECT TO SHOW THEIR 
 
 PATRIOTISM AND ZEAL FOR THEIR 
 COUNTRY, 
 
 BY AIMING TO DEGRADE 
 
 HER BEST institutions; 
 
 AND 
 
 BY LIBELLING HER IMMORTAL 
 
 DEFENDERS, 
 
 THIS 
 
 EFFUSION OF A MOMENT, 
 
 IS MOST 
 
 RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED, BY THEIR FELLOW-LABOUPER IM 
 THE GOOD CAUSE OF 
 
 SOCIAL ORDER, 
 
 THE AUTHOR. 
 
 Lmdwii December I3th, J8Ifl. 
 
 M84835 
 
England, with all thy fault*, I love thee still — 
 anil, while yet a nook is left. 
 
 ^V^le^e Encfli-^h minds and manners may be found, 
 Sliall be con5.tiain'd to love thee " 
 
 THIS IS 
 
 THE HOUSE 
 
 THAT JACK BUILT. 
 
" Incomparable pfom I tliy worth untold ; 
 
 Cheap, tho' blood-bought, and thrown away when sold ; 
 
 May no foes ravish thee, and no false friend 
 
 Betray thee, while professing to defend ! 
 
 Prize it, ye ministers ; ye inonarchs spare ; 
 
 Ye patriots guard it with a miser's care." 
 
 THESE ARE 
 
 THE TREASURES 
 
 that lay 
 In the HOUSE that Jack built. 
 
— .J>~VI'---J- 
 
 " I'tlie conirnoinvealth I would by contraries 
 Execute all tilings : for no kind of tnvHick 
 AVoLild 1 admit; no name of magistrate ; 
 Letters sliould not be known ; no use of service, 
 Of riches or of poverty ', no contracts, 
 Successions; bound of land, tiltli, vineyard, none: 
 Ko use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; 
 No occupation ; all m'-n idle, all ; 
 And women too ; but iimocent and pure : 
 No sovcreiifnty : — •••_•• 
 All thiiifrs in common nature should produce 
 AVithout swci^t or endeavour ; treason, felony." 
 
 " The Thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with fear 
 So stronglj', that they dare not meet each other." 
 
 THESE ARK 
 
 THE THIEVES 
 
 Who would plunder the TREASURES 
 That lay iii the HOUSE 
 That Jack built, 
 
" Thou, as a jrallant bark from Albion's coast 
 
 (The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd) 
 
 Shoots into port at some vvell-haven'd isle, 
 
 Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile ; 
 
 Where sits quiescent on the floods that show 
 
 Her beauteous form reflected clear below, 
 
 While airs impregnated with incense play 
 
 Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; 
 
 So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reach'd the shore, 
 
 Where tempests never beat nor billows roar." 
 
 THIS Is 
 
 " THE PILOT 
 
 that weather'd the Storm," 
 And devised the means of subduing 
 
 THE THIEVES, 
 Who would plunder the TREASURES 
 That lay in the HOUSE that Jack built. 
 
.yCA\W 
 
 " Such men are rais'd to station and command, 
 AVlien Providence means mercy to a land. 
 He speaks, and they appear ; to Him they o\ye 
 Skill to direct, and strength to strike the blow ; 
 To manapfe with address, to seize with pow'r 
 The crisis of a dark decisive hour." 
 
 THF.SE ARE 
 
 THE PATRIOTS 
 
 of high renown — 
 The Heroes of Britain — the Gems of her Crown ; 
 Ay ho, despising all Danger, and scorning all Fear, 
 When all was at stake, that their Country held dear, 
 'Midst tfacobin Rebels, and Friends of Reform, 
 Supported " TPIE PILOT 
 
 that weather'd the Storm," 
 Who devised the means, of subduing 
 
 THE THIEVES, 
 Who would i)lunder the TREASURES 
 That lay in the HOUSE that Jack built. 
 
" Go to, they are not men o'their words." 
 '• Having wielded the elements, and built 
 
 A thousand systems — each in his own way, 
 They should gO out in fume, and be forgot," 
 
 " Like quicksilver, the rhet'ric they display 
 Shines as it inns, but grasp'd, it slips away." 
 
 " Patriots arc grown too shrew'd to be sincere, 
 And we too wise to trust them " 
 
 THESE ARE 
 
 THE HVPOCRITES, 
 
 shaven and shorn — 
 The broad-bottom'd Whigs, now all forlorn ; 
 
Who grumbl'd and growPd, from night till nK)ni, 
 And pointed " the slow-moving finger of scorn," 
 At the Country in which they were all " bred and 
 
 born," 
 Had grown saucy and fat, on its wine and its corn : 
 Who blew a loud blast, on the place-hunter's horn. 
 And with Joe Millar's Jests, did their Speeches adorn : 
 Who predicted the final success of our foes, 
 Then sigh'd if they sunk, and rejoic'd if they rose ; 
 Who swore, when the French were defeated, that we 
 "Were kill'd by the sword, or were drown'd in the 
 
 Sea ; 
 Who rail'd against Placemen, till they were in Place, 
 Then sneer'd at their Monarch — nay, laugh'd in his 
 
 face ; 
 Who bragg'd of their Talents, and pass'd a few Acts ; 
 And increas'd, 6 per Cent, the vile Property Tax ; 
 Who thought themselves safe in their snug little 
 
 birth, 
 And gave themselves up to Carousing and Mirth ; 
 Who slept every night, upon Pillows of Down, 
 
 Abhorring those PATRIOTS, of 
 high renown — 
 The Heroes of Britain — the Gems of her Crown ; 
 Who, despising all Dangers, and scorning all Pear, 
 When all was at stake, that their Countiy held dear, 
 'Midst Jacobin Rebels, and Friends of Reform, 
 Supported " THE PILOT 
 
 that weather'd the Storm ;" 
 Who devised the means, of subduing 
 
 THE THIEVES, 
 Who would plunder the TREASURES 
 That lay in the HOUSE that Jack built. 
 
Poverty with most, who whimper forth 
 
 Their long complaints, is self-inflicted woe ; 
 Tlie etlects of laziness or sottish waste." 
 
 THE MAJOR. 
 
 " O, Sir, you are old ; 
 Nature in you stands on tlie very verge 
 Of her confine : you should be i-ul'd and led 
 By some discretion, that discerns your state 
 Better than you jourself " 
 
 Orator Hunt. 
 
 " There shall be, in England, seven half-penny loaves sold for a penny ; 
 ri;e three-hooped pot shall have ten lioops ; and I will make it felony to 
 drink small beer: all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall 
 my palfry go to grass. And, wlien I am king, there shall be no money ; all 
 shall eat and drink on my score ; and I will apparel them all in one livery, 
 that they may agree like brothers, and worship me their lord." 
 
 " The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers." 
 
 CARULE. 
 
 " And is there, who the blessed Cross wipes off", 
 As a foul blot from his dishonour'd brow, 
 If Angels tremble, 'tis at such a sight." 
 
 THESE ARE 
 
 THE RADICALS— 
 
 Friends of Reform, 
 
DevisiiJi' new Plots for excitiiiGf a Storm : 
 A mistaken old MAJOR sits hatching Sedition, 
 Yet dreams all the while of a lawful Petition ; 
 And whilst Orator HUNT indites the Inscription, 
 He pockets the Pence of the Penny Subscription ; 
 Yet vows he's the best, and most honest of men, 
 Swears lies to the LAWYER, who swears thein 
 
 again. 
 And here is the DOCTOR of Spa-Fields fame, 
 Who vow\l he would set all the Town in a flame. 
 With a Stocking well-stufPd full of Powder and Ball, 
 A Speech of two hours, and a Pistol withal. 
 Here's PRESTON, the Cobbler, just come from 
 
 his trial. 
 To Gin and Sedition outrageously loyal ; 
 Like most of his breth'ren, who, spite of their votes, 
 Preserve their allegiance to Thompson and Coales ; 
 And would sooner expel from their Clubs and their 
 
 Lodges, 
 The Chairman himself, than Friends — Henley and 
 
 Hodges, 
 Here's THISTLEWOOD, too, who tells " Tales 
 
 out of School," 
 That Orator HUNT is a Knave and a Fool. 
 A Staffordshire BARONET, wrapp'd in a scarf, 
 Sits nursing an ugly, mis-shapen, 
 BLACK DWARF. 
 And here is CARLILE, with his Two-penny 
 
 Treason, 
 Who prefers to his Bible the vile " Age of Reason \' 
 Who " wipes off the Cross," as an infamous stain, 
 Despises his Saviour, but worships Tom Paine. 
 These are all ragged RADICALS, tatter'd and torn, 
 Who better, by far, had never been born, 
 On account of their Treasons, too great to be borne, 
 
First hatch'd by the HYPOCRITES, 
 shaven and shorn — 
 The broad-bottom'd Whigs, now all forlorn ; 
 Who grumbl'd and growi'd, from night till morn, 
 And pointed the ': slow-moving finger of scorn," 
 At the Country in which they were all " bred and 
 
 born," 
 Had grown saucy and fat, on its wine and its corn ; 
 Who blew a loud blast, on the place-hunter's horn, 
 And with Joe Millar's Jests, did their Speeches 
 
 adorn ; 
 Who predicted the final success of our foes. 
 Then sigh'd if they sunk, and rejoic'd if they rose ; 
 Who swore, when the French were defeated, that we 
 Were kill'd by the sword, or were drown'd in the 
 
 Sea ; 
 Who rail'd against Placemen, till fhet/ werein Place, 
 Then sneer'd at their Monarch — nay, laugh'd in his 
 
 face ; 
 Who bragg*d of their Talents, and pass'd a few Acts, 
 And increas'd, 5 per Cent, the vile Property Tax ; 
 AVlio thought themselves safe in their snug little birth. 
 And gave themselves up, to Carousing and Mirth ; 
 Who slept ev'ry night, upon Pillows of Down, 
 Abhorring those PATRIOTS, 
 
 of high renown — 
 The Heroes of Britain — the Gems of her Crown ; 
 Who, despising all Danger, and scorning all Fear, 
 When all was at stake, that their Country held dear, 
 'Midst Jacobin Rebels, and Friends of Reform, 
 Supported "THE PILOT 
 
 that weather'd the Storm," 
 Who devised the means of subduing 
 THE THIEVES, , 
 Who would plunder the TREASURES 
 That lay in the HOUSE that Jack built. 
 
 (J 
 
" Tiiis is some fellow, 
 Who, having been prais'd for his bhintness, doth affect 
 
 A saucy roughness 
 
 These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness 
 Harbour more craft, and more corrupter ends, 
 Than twenty silly ducking observant^. 
 That stretch their duties nicely." 
 
 " As one, who lay in thickets and in brakes 
 Entangl'd, winds now this way and now that 
 FDs devious course uncertain, seeking homc."^ 
 
 THIS IS 
 
 WILL COBBETT, 
 
 with Thomas Paine's bones, 
 
A hag full of brick-bats, and 
 
 one full of stones, 
 With which he intends to discharge 
 
 the long Debt 
 He owes to his Friends, and 
 
 Sir Francis Burdett : 
 ^Tis Cobbett, the changeling, 
 
 the worthless and base, 
 Just arrivM from New York, with 
 
 his impudent face, 
 Who comes to dispel our 
 political fogs, 
 And to add one more beast to 
 
 our Hampshire Hogs, 
 To mix with the RADICALS— 
 
 Friends of Reform, 
 Devising new Plots, for 
 
 exciting a Storm : 
 A mistaken old Major sits hatching Sedition, 
 Yet dreams all the while of a lawful Petition ; 
 And whilst Orator Hunt indites the Inscription, 
 He pockets the Pence of the Penny Subscription ; 
 Yet vows he's the best, and most honest of men, 
 Swears lies to the Lawyer, who swears them again. 
 And here is the Doctor, of Spa-Fields fame, 
 AYho vow'd he would set all the Town in a flame, 
 With a Stocking well-stuff'd full of Powder and Ball, 
 A Speech of two hours, and a Pistol withal. . 
 Here's Preston, the Cobbler, just come from his trial. 
 To Gin and Sedition outrageously loyal ; 
 Like most of his breth'ren, who, spite of their 
 
 votes, 
 Preserve their allegiance to Thompson and Coates; 
 
And would sooner expel from their Clubs and their 
 
 Lcdg-es, 
 The Chairman himself, than friends Henley and 
 
 llods^es. 
 Here's Thistlewood, too, who tells " Tales out of 
 School,'' 
 That Orator Hunt is 
 
 a Knave and a Fool. 
 A Staffordshire Baronet, 
 
 wrapp'd in a scarf, 
 Sits nursing an ugly, 
 
 mis-shapen, Black Dwarf. 
 And here is Carlile, with his 
 
 Two-penny Treason, 
 Who prefers to his Bible, 
 
 the vile " Age of Reason ;" 
 Who " wipes off the Cross,'^ 
 
 as an infamous stain, 
 Despises his Saviour, but 
 
 worships Tom Paine, 
 These are all ragged Radicals, 
 tatter 'd and torn, 
 Who better, by far, had 
 
 never been born, 
 On account of their Treasons, 
 
 too great to be borne. 
 First hatched by the HYPOCRITES, 
 
 shaven and shorn — 
 The broad-bottom'd Whigs, 
 now all forlorn ; 
 Who grumbl'd and growl'd, from night till morn, 
 And pointed the " slow-moving finger of scorn," 
 
At the Country in which they were all " bred and 
 
 born," 
 Had grown saucy and fat, on its wine and its corn ; 
 Who blew a Joud blast on the place-hunter's horn, 
 And with Joe Millar's Jests did their Speeches 
 
 adorn ; 
 AYho ])redicted the final success of our foes, 
 Then sigh'd if they sunk ; and rejoic'd if they rose ; 
 Who swore, when the French were defeated, that we 
 Were kill'd by the sword, or were drown'd in the 
 
 Sea ; 
 Whorail'd against Placemen, till thej/ were in Place, 
 Then sneer'd at their Monarch — nay, laugh'd in his 
 
 face; 
 Who bragg'd of their Talents, and pass'd a few Acts, 
 And increas'd, 5 per Cent, the vile Property Tax ; 
 Who thought themselves safe, in their snug little 
 
 birth. 
 And gave themselves up, to Carousing and Mirth ; 
 Who slept every night, upon Pillows of Down, 
 x\bhorring those PATRIOTS, 
 
 of high renown — 
 The Heroes of Britain — the Gems of her Crown ; 
 Who, despising all Danger, and scorning all Fear, 
 When all was at stake, that their Country held dear, 
 ^Midst Jacobin Rebels, and Friends of Reform, 
 Supported " THE PH.OT 
 
 that weather'd the Storm, ^' 
 Who devised the means of subduing 
 THE THIEVES, 
 Who would plunder the TREASURES 
 That lay in the HOUSE that Jack built. 
 
" In speech, in gait, 
 
 In diet, in affections of delight, 
 
 In military rules, humours of blood. 
 
 He was tlie mark and glass, copy and book, 
 
 That fashion'd others." 
 
 " Methought, thy very gait did prophecy 
 A royal nobleness : — I must embrace thee ; 
 Let sorrow split my heart, if ever 
 1 did hate thee, or thy FATHER !" 
 
 THIS IS 
 
 THE PRINCE 
 
 of a senerous Mind, 
 
The Friend of his Country, and 
 
 all Mankind ; 
 Who, lending his Ear to 
 
 the dictates of Truth, 
 Dismiss'd from his presence 
 
 the Friends of his Youth ; 
 Who took to his Councils 
 
 in fortunate hour, 
 The foes to Napoleon's 
 
 exorbitant power ; 
 Who views with disdain, or 
 
 a good-humourM smile, 
 The libellous trash of the 
 
 base and the vile ; 
 And all such as COBBETT, with 
 Thomas Paine's Bones, 
 A bag full of brick-bats, and one full of stones, 
 With which he intends to discharge the long Debt 
 He owes to his Friends, and Sir Francis Burdett. 
 'Tis Cobbett, the changeling, the worthless and base, 
 Just arrived from New York, with his impudent face, 
 Who comes to dispel, our Political fogs, 
 And to add one more beast to our Hampshire Hogs, 
 To mix with the RADICALS— 
 Friends of Reform, 
 Devising new Plots for exciting a Storm : 
 A mistaken old Major sits hatching Sedition, 
 Yet dreams all the while of a lawful Petition ; 
 And whilst Orator Hunt indites the Inscription, 
 He pockets the Pence of the Penny Subscription ; 
 Yet vows he's the best, and most honest of men. 
 Swears lies to the Lawyer, who swears them again. 
 
And here is the Doctor of Spa-Fields fame, 
 Who vow'd he would set all the Town in a flame. 
 With a Stocking- well-stuff 'd full of Powder and Ball, 
 A Speech of two hours, and a Pistol withal. 
 Here's Preston, the Cobbler, just come from his trial. 
 To Gin and Sedition outrageously loyal ; 
 Like most of his breth'ren, who, "spite of their votes, 
 Preserve their allegiance to Thompson and Coates : 
 And would sooner expel from their Clubs and their 
 
 Lodges, 
 The Chairman himself, than friends Henley and 
 
 Hodges. 
 Here's Thistlewood, too, who tells " Tales out of 
 
 School," 
 That Orator Hunt is a Knave and a Fool. 
 A Staffordshire Baronet, wrapp'd in a scarf. 
 Sits nursing aa ugly, mis-shapen. Black Dwarf. 
 And here is Carlile, with his Two-penny Treason, 
 Who prefers, to his Bible the vile " Age of Reason ;'' 
 Who " wipes off the Cross," as an infamous stain, 
 Despises. his Saviour, but worships Tom Paine. 
 These are all ragged Radicals, tatter'd and torn, 
 Who, better by tar, had never been born. 
 On account of their Treasons, too great to be borne, 
 First hatch'd by the HYPOCRITES, 
 shaven and shorn — 
 The broad-bottom'd Whigs, now all forlorn ; 
 Who grumbl'd and growl'd, from night till morn, 
 And pointed the "slow-moving finger of scorn," 
 At the Country in which they were all "bred and 
 
 born," 
 Had grown saucy and fat, on its wine and its corn ; 
 
Who blew a loud blast, on the plaee-hunter's horn, 
 And with JoeMillar's Jests did their Speeches adorn ; 
 Who predicted the final success of our foes, 
 Then sigh'd if they sunk, and rejoic'd if they rose; 
 Who swore, when the French were defeated, that we 
 Were kill'd by the sword, or were drown'd in the 
 
 Sea ; 
 Who rail'd against Placemen, till they werem Place, 
 Then sneer'd at their Monarch — nay, laugh'd in his 
 
 face ; 
 Who bragg'd of their Talents, and pass'd a few Acts, 
 And increas'd, 5 per Cent, the vile Property Tax ; 
 Who thought themselves safe, in their snug little 
 
 birth. 
 And gave themselves up to Carousing and Mirth ; 
 Who slept ev'ry night, upon Pillows of Down, 
 Abhorring those PATRIOTS, 
 
 of high renown — 
 The Heroes of Britain — the Gems of her Crown ; 
 Who, despising all Danger, and scorning all Fear, 
 When all was at stake, that their Country held dear, 
 *Midst Jacobin Rebels, and Friends of Reform, 
 Supported " THE PILOT 
 
 that weather'd the Storm," 
 Who devised the means of subduing 
 THE THIEVES, 
 Who would plunder the TREASURES 
 That lay in the HOUSE that Jack built. 
 
 EXD OF THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT. 
 
 D 
 
" I venerate the man, whose heart is warm, 
 Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine, and whose lite 
 Coincident, exliil)it lucid proof 
 That he is honest in the SACRED CAUSE." 
 
 Tins IS 
 
 A PRIEST 
 
 made according to Truth, 
 The guide of Old Age — 
 
 the Iijstructor of Youth ; 
 
Beloved and respected by all 
 
 whom he teaches, 
 H4mself the example of 
 
 all that he })reaches ; 
 The friend of the poor, 
 
 the afflicted and sad, 
 The terror alone of the 
 
 impious and bad. 
 He embroils not himself 
 
 with affairs of the State, 
 And, though closely alli'd, 
 
 keeps aloof from the great ; 
 Yet^dares not against them 
 
 vile calumnies fling ; 
 But, fearing his Makei', 
 
 he honours his King. 
 A radical friend to 
 
 the Cause of Reform — 
 A true Revolutionist, 
 
 loving a storm : — 
 A storm of the soul — 
 
 a Reform of the heart,( — 
 ^ A radical change, that 
 
 bids error depart. 
 He harangues to the people, 
 
 like Prophets of old ; 
 But harangues not for 
 
 popular favour nor gok!. 
 Obedient to all the commands of his Lord, 
 Knows how to distinguish the Bible and Sword, 
 His greatest delight is to teach and do good ; 
 His greatest abhorrence the shedding of blood ; 
 
Hence he cautions the thoughtless, of tliose to 
 
 beware, 
 Who affect for the poor and the needy to care, 
 Yet feed not the hungry, nor cover the bare ; 
 Who prate about Liberty, Virtue, and Reason, 
 Whilst plotting Destruction, Rebellion, and Treason ; 
 And pretending at once to destroy Supicrstition, 
 Lead their blind-folded votaries headlong to perdition. 
 Against these blasphemers and hollow deceivers. 
 This " Priest of the Temple,^' warns all true believers, 
 Exhorting the poor to hold fast by the Bible, 
 And leave all the rest to the children of libel ; 
 To look up to Him to whom mercy belongs, 
 To protect them from ill, and redress all their wrongs ; 
 Assur'd of this truth, that we read in the word : 
 *' They shall, ne'er be forsaken who trust in the 
 
 LORD." 
 
 
 W.nint, Pritt)«, Augel Court, Skinnet SlMet. 
 
RETURN CIRCULATION DEPARTMENT 
 TO^^ Main Library • 198 Main Stacks 
 
 LOAN PERIOD 1 
 HOME USE 
 
 2 
 
 3 
 
 4 
 
 5 
 
 6 
 
 ALL BOOKS MAY BE RECALLED AFTER 7 DAYS. 
 
 Renewls and Recharges may be made 4 days prior to the due date. 
 
 Books may be Renewed by calling 642-3405. 
 
 DUE AS STAMPED BELOW 
 
 ^^ ih-i/^H 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, BERKELEY 
 FORM NO. DD6 BERKELEY CA 94720-6000 
 
U C iURKI I I Y LIBRAFIIES 
 
 CDS71bbDMM 
 
 ^8-1835 
 
 ^5S 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY