400/ A2155 p A A o ^^__ c= I 2 I ^ I == o 1 7 - > 1 3 ^^^1 ro 1 M * "" *~ > | ^=s: ^ | FACI III 3 ! ___^ -< 1 Adams Parody- on the political House that Jack built THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES M3Q NI8 iilHdWVd A PARODY ON THE POLITICAL HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT: OR THE REAL HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT. BY M. ADAMS A straw thrown up won't show which way the wind blows. WITH FOURTEEN CUTS. LONDON : PUBLISHED BY C. CHAPPLE, PALL-MALL 1820. ONE SHILLING. Many, whose sequestered lot Demands domestic care, chew politics, And wish perforce some dire event. They think they see the castle of the state Stript of its firmness, and assail'd Till all its tempest-braving turrets shake, Unconscious of the mischief of its fall. NOTE. None of the Mottos are from Cowper's " Task" J. Johnson, Printer, Brook Stree', Holborn. THE AUTHOR'S PEBICATION TO THE POLITICAL PARODIST. TO THE FRIEND OF DOCTOR SLOP, AS AN ADMIRER OF PARODY; IN ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF THE MANY PROOFS HE HAS GIVEN OF HIS ABILITY; AND FOR HIS AMUSEMENT, AS AN ADMIRER OF FINE COMPOSITION, THIS JUVENILE PUBLICATION IS SUBMISSIVELY DEDICATED, THAT IT MAY INDUCE HIM TO OFFER SOME OTHER INSTRUCTION TO HIS NURSERY OF CHILDREN BY THE AUTHOR. $;% I sought it, and its place could no where be found.' A distant age will find the fabric good. THIS IS THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT. To slight a treasure's worth, And undermine a real good, Is cause of half the misery we feel, And makes the world a wilderness indeed. THIS IS THE WEALTH, that lays In the House that Jack built. A race obscure, Spawn M in the beds of Profligacy, came forth To stifle freedom. Markets, fields, and plains, Were cover'd with the pest ; The lurking nuisance crept in ev'ry nook, Nor lofts, nor even stables 'scap'd ; And the Town slank so nuin'rous was the fry. THESE ARE THE VERMIN That injure the Wealth, That lays in the House, That Jack built. When enslaved, farewell ! # * I do forbode no dire events, Nor tremble at vain dreams. Who fears them, may. THIS IS THE THING that has called for new Acts, That truth may restrain it, not Soldiers, nor Tax ; For 'twould harbour the Vermin, that injure the Wealth, That lays in the House, that Jack built. The seals of office gaiu'd, would blind his eyes He climbs, he pants to grasp them, To be a pest to those who lov'd him once. THIS IS THE PUBLIC INSTRUCTOR, Who, with two-penny trash, has abus'd that good Thing, That has called for new Acts, that truth may restrain it, Not Soldiers nor Tax, for 'twould harbour the Vermin, That injure the Wealth, That lays in the House, that Jack built. Cowards are cruel ; bat the brave Love mercy, and delight to save. * Heroes abroad # * # Leviathan is tamed. THESE ARE THE MEN WHO OPPOSE LAWLESS POWER, Who are slander'd and scofft at by the PUBLIC INSTRUCTOR, Who, with two-penny trashj has abus'd that good Thing-, That has call'd for new Acts, that Truth may restrain it, Not soldiers nor Tax ; For 'twould harbour the Vermin, That injure the Wealth, That lays in the House, That Jack built. n Great talents Deserve great ofiices. This is the MAN whose birthright 's his own ; Who boasts not his orders, but treats them as HONE ; The MONARCH OP SIXTY, who sprang from a race, The pride of the world, the boast of our days ; Who by Tricksters and Fools has been falsely accused, That when Britain's in tears he relief has refused ; They who spurn from their presence the friends of their youth, And now will not hear one who tells them the truth ; Who have threat'ned the Men, who oppose lawless power, Who are slander'd and scofft at by the PUBLIC INSTRUCTOR Who, with two-penny trash, has abus'd that good Thing, That has call'd for new Acts, that Truth may restrain it, Not Soldiers nor Tax ; For 'twould harbour the Vermin, That injure the Wealth, That lays in the House, That Jack built. Inhuman! unexampl'd! unfexplain'd ! What man, having common feeling Does not blush to own himself a man. 1 could not rest a silent witness Of (he barb'rons deed ! See Innocence assail'd by Indolence, And the hoar head to murd'rer fall a prey ! ! THESE ARE THE PEOPLE whose case is forlorn, Who may well curse the day wherein they were born, On account of bad habits they will not reform ; Who are planning of mischief from night to morn, To whom labour's a task too hard to be borne ; Who are daily carousing, or plundering the Town, And are eheckt by the MAN whose birthright's his own ; Who boasts not his orders, but treats them as HONE ; The MONARCH OF SIXTY, who sprang from a race, The pride of the world, the boast of our days ; Who by Tricksters and Fools has been falsely accused, That when Britain's in tears he relief has refused ; They who spurn from their presence the friends of their youth, And now will not hear one who tells them the truth ; Who have threat'ned the Men, who oppose lawless power, Who are slander'd and scofft at by the PUBLIC INSTRUCTOR, Who, with two -penny trash, has abus'd that good Thing, That has call'd for new Acts, That Truth may restrain it, Not Soldiers nor Tax ; For 'twould harbour the Vermin, That injure the Wealth, That lays in the House that Jack built. THE DEIST. At his last gasp, as if by conscience rous'd. DERRY DOWN REPUBLICAN. He who (led his country. THE SPOUTER OF FROTH. Professing sorrow for his nation's woes, There is a public mischief in his cause. THE GUILTY TRIO. Great skill have they in politics, and more To conjure clean away the honest thought, Conveying basest treason in its place, Loud when they beg, nor dumb e'en while they dream. * * * Scheme after scheme ensues, And still they scheme, and think they shall succeed, And still are disappointed. This is THE DEIST of blasphemous fam^ A Driv'ller, a Bigot, a Man without shame ; And that's DERRY DOWN REPUBLICAN by name., From the great Western World, the shelter from blame; And that is THE SPOUTER OF FROTH by the hour, Their boasting Colleague who would undermine power ; Who calls Freedom, Oppression, and Law but a bubble, And to make himself happy, is always in trouble; Who bullies and brags till his lungs become sore ; A Flashman, a Bravo, a Bully, or more ; The disgust of the people, whose case is forlorn, Who may well curse the day wherein they were born, On account of bad habits they will not reform ; Who are planning of mischief from night to morn, To whom labour's a task too hard to be borne ; Who are daily carousing, or plund'ring the Town And arc checkt by the MAN, whose birthright's his own ; Who boasts not his orders, but treats them as HONE ; The MONARCH OF SIXTY, who sprang from a race, The pride of the world, the boast of our days ; Who by Tricksters and Fools has been falsely accused, That when Britain's in tears he relief has refused ; They who spurn from their presence the friends of their youth, And now will not hear one who tells them the truth ; Who have threat'ned the Men, who oppose lawless power, Who are sland'red and scofFt at by the PUBLIC INSTRUCTOR, Who, with two-penny trash, has abus'd that good Thing, That has call'd for new Acts, That truth may restrain it, Not Soldiers nor Tax ; For 'twould harbour the Vermin, That injure the Wealth, That lays in the House that Jack built. Mechanics, men immaculate perhaps In all their private functions, once misled, Become a loathsome body, brooding Tbeir own destruction. Power assaiPd, Resists the encroaching crew ; 'tis fraud alone That's pusillanimous and prone to flight, And weakness when opposed. Men will endure Threats no where patiently ; and threats at home, Where they are brave by birthright, not at all. These WORDS are the Watchwords, the Conjuror's words; That the CATO STREET MEN bore in front of their hordes They're not shielded by Norfolk's, nor Bedford's alliance, Because 'tis their aim to set all at defiance ; When Fitzwilliam and Grosvenor, and Albemarle aid them, Few men who have power, would wish to invade them ; They're the terrible words, that are treated with scorn, Though the boast of the Trio, poor devils forlorn ; First the DEIST, of blasphemous fame, A Driv'ller, a Bigot, a Man without shame ; And that's DERRY DOWN REPUBLICAN by name, From the great Western World, the shelter from blame ; And that is the SPOUTER OF FROTH by the hour, Their boasting Colleague, who would undermine power ; Who calls Freedom, Oppression, and Law but a bubble, And to make himself happy, is always in trouble ; Who bullies and brags, till his lungs become sore, A Flashman, a Bravo, a Bully, or more ; The disgust of the People, whose case is forlorn, Who may well curse the day wherein they were born, On account of bad habits they will not reform ; Who are planning of mischief from night to morn, To whom labour's a task too hard to be borne ; Who are daily carousing, or plund'ring the Town, And are checkt by the MAN, whose birthright's his own ; Who boasts not his orders, but treats them as HONE ; The MONARCH OF SIXTY, who sprang from a race, The pride of the world, the boast of our days ; Who by Tricksters and Fools has been falsely accused , That when Britain's in tears he relief has refused ; They who spurn from their presence the friends of their youth, And now will not hear one who tells them the truth ; Who have threatened the Men, who oppose lawless power, Who are slander'd and scofft at by the PUBLIC INSTRUCTOR, Who, with two-penny trash, has abused THAT GOOD THING. That has call'd for new Acts, that Truth may restrain it, Not Soldiers nor Tax ; For 'twould harbour the Vermin, That injure the Wealth, That lays in the House, That Jack built. End of the House that Jack built THE RADICAL PULPIT. The Bravo. Will you neglecl ai! jirayers, laying aside all morality and industry, and attend only to Politics? The Dupe. I will. The Bravo. Will you disturb, as much as lieth in you, the peace of Society ; and subvert by all means in your power, the Christian Religion ? The Dupe. I will. f The Bravo laying his hand on his Votary, shall say, YOU ARE ADMITTED A RADICAL. The Form of Admission in Order. The pulpit, in the sola- use Of its legitimate peculiar pow'rs Will stand acknowledg'd while the world shall stand, The most effectual and substantial guard, Support, and ornament of Virtue's cause. * # * * Beware! This picture is not like it. A RADICAL MAN, who despises all Law, Who, on being admitted, was made a cat's paw ; For he thought he felt call'd to be no longer quiet, But to teach men to meet, and induce them to riot ; That to think of his labour he now must cease, And aid and assist in disturbing the peace ; And making this his profession and hope, Becomes candidate soon for a swing by a rope ; For putting all fear, and all shame from before him. He despises the King, and the Commons, and Quorum ; 'Gainst his concience he wrangles, from morning to night, And in spite of sound reason, maintains, wrong is right ; Sees his children around him, half starving or more, And forsakes a good wife, for a blustering Church and King, and the Laws of his fathers abuses, And in talking of taxes his friends he amuses ; Refrains from the drinking of beer and of gin, (Perhaps he's so modest, he'd think it a sin); But the gin he would like, could he learn but the trick, To get gin without duty, 'tis this makes him sick ; To beggars and paupers, his tale he relates, And whores, rogues, and thieves, flock to hear his debates ; Provides a petition, pro forma, so pat, That 'tis handed to Town, and presented sec. Stat. He next cringing to Soldiers, professes them friends. And would basely induce them to second his ends ; Break their oath to the King, defend Justice no more, But join in the plunder, anc^hinder still more * Thus he's spbuter himself, till he gets into coop, And is hung by the neck, like a mole,- in a loop. 1/ THE END. =T~ ' 1 If Liberty aloue could give the flow'r Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume, -We should be weeds without it. N. B. The delay ui the publication of this first Satire has heen occasioned by the indisposition of the Engraver. The second, on "The Man in the Moon," will be published as e*iiy as possible. J. Johnson, Printer, Brook Street, Holborn. ^ THE, L'-, ''*. *f.r angt: LES PR 4001 Adams - A2153p Parody on the political houae that Jack built REGIONAL UBRARY FACILITY BINDERY Jul L5 SRI PR Uooi A21$3p