Seven millions of Papists, no less, Dr Southey attacks, like a Turk; Dr Eady, less bold, I confess, Attacks but his maid of all work." Dr Southey, 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 May probably suffer as, under The Chalking Act, known to be guilty. So much for the merits sublime (With whose catalogue ne'er should I stop) Of the three greatest lights of our time, Doctors Eady and Southey and Slop! Should you ask me, to which of the three Great Doctors the preference should fall, As a matter of course, I agree Dr Eady must go to the wall. But, as Southey with laurels is crown'd, EPITAPH ON A TUFT-HUNTER. LAMENT, lament, Sir Isaac Heard, Put mourning round thy page, Debrett, For here lies one, who ne'er preferr'd A Viscount to a Marquis yet. Beside him place the God of Wit, And Love's own sister for an Earl's. Did niggard fate no peers afford, He took, of course, to peers' relations; And, rather than not sport a lord, Put up with even the last creations. Even Irish names, could he but tag 'em With « Lord» and « Duke,» were sweet to call; And, at a pinch, Lord Ballyraggum Was better than no Lord at all. This Seraphic Doctor, in the preface to his last work (Vindicia Ecclesia Anglicana), is pleased to anathematize not only all Catholics, but all advocates of Catholics:- They have for their immediate allies (be says) every faction that is banded against the State, every demagogue, every irreligious and seditious journalist, every open and every insidious enemy to Monarchy and to Christianity." 2 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 on his maid-of-all-work. A crown granted as a reward, among the Romans, to persons who performed any extraordinary exploits upon walls, such as scaling them, battering them, etc.-No doubt, writing upon them, to the extent Dr Eady does, would equally establish a claim to the honour. Heaven grant him now some noble nook, ODE TO A HAT. -altum Edificat caput.-JUVENAL. HAIL, reverend Hat!-sublime 'mid all While meaner mortals call thee << shovel.»> When on thy shape (like pyramid, Cut horizontally in two)' I raptured gaze, what dreams, unbid, Not flapp'd, like dull Wesleyan's, down, So redolent of church all over, With ducklings' wings-around it hover! Say, holy Hat, that last of cocks, Thou 'rt not Sir Harcourt Lee's-no For hats grow like the heads that wear 'em; And hats, on heads like his, would grow Particularly harum-scarum. Who knows but thou mayst deck the pate Or, haply, smartest of triangles, Thou art the hat of Doctor Owen; That venerable priest doth go in,- So described by a Reverend Historian of the Church: A Delta hat, like the horizontal section of a pyramid.-GRANT's History of the English Church. Archbishop Magee affectionately calls the Church Establishment of Ireland the little Zion.. His Lordship (who promises now to fight faster) Has just taken Rhodes, and despatch'd off a letter To Daniel O'Connell, to make him Grand Master; From Russia the last accounts are, that the Czar- The late Emperor's night-caps, and thinks of bestowing One night-cap a-piece (if he has them to spare) This is all for the present,-what vile pens A VISION. BY THE AUTHOR OF CHRISTABEL. « Up!» said the Spirit, and, ere I could pray One hasty orison, whirl'd me away A distribution was made of the Emperor Alexander's military wardrobe by his successor. This potentate styles himself the Monarch of the Golden Foot. To a limbo, lying-I wist not whereAbove or below, in earth or air; For it glimmer'd o'er with a doubtful light, I heard a loud screaming of old and young, Of the wretches who in this Limbo dwell! Το « Give us our legs!-give us our legs!» I look'd, and I saw a wizard rise, That we love to behold, while Old England grows faint, That 't is very well known this devout Irish nation That we, your petitioning Cons, have, in right Of the said monosyllable, ravaged the lands, That we trust to Peel, Eldon, and other such sages, When the words ex and per3 did as well, to annoy now; To such important discussions as these the greater part of Dr Southey's Vindiciæ Ecclesiæ Anglicanæ is devoted. And Christians, like Southey, who stickled for oi, That, relying on England, whose kindness already That, as to the expense-the few millions, or so, COTTON AND CORN. A DIALOGue. SAID Cotton to Corn, t' other day, « Great squire, if it is n't uncivil To hint at starvation before you, And give him some bread, I implore you!» Quoth Corn then, in answer to Cotton, Perceiving he meant to make free,— « Low fellow, you 've surely forgotten The distance between you and me ! <«< To expect that we, peers of high birth, Than to fatten curst calico-makers! « That bishops to bobbins should bend,-Should stoop from their bench's sublimity, Great dealers in lawn, to befriend Such contemptible dealers in dimity! «No-vile manufacture! ne'er harbour «No-thanks to the taxes and debt, And the triumph of paper o'er guineas, May defy your whole rabble of Jennys!» So saying, whip, crack, and away Went Corn in his chaise through the throng, So headlong, I heard them all say Squire Corn would be down, before long. Turks, we are told, laughing at the Christians for being divied Consubstantiation-the true reformed belief; at least, the belief by two such insignificant particles.. of Luther, and, as Mosheim asserts, of Melancthon also. When John of Ragusa went to Constantinople (at the time this dispute between ex and per was going on), he found the The Arian controversy.-Before that time, says Hooker, in order to be a sound believing Christian, men were not carious what syllables or particles of speech they used. THE CANONIZATION OF ST BUTTERWORTH. A Christian of the best edition.-RABELAIS. CANONIZE him!-yea, verily, we 'll canonize him; Though Cant is his hobby, and meddling his bliss, Though sages may pity and wits may despise him, He'll ne'er make a bit the worse Saint for all this. Descend, all ye spirits that ever yet spread The dominion of Humbug o'er land and o'er sea, Descend on our Butterworth's biblical head, Thrice-Great, Bibliopolist, Saint and M. P.! Come, shade of Joanna, come down from thy sphere, Nor blush, Saint Joanna, once more to behold A world thou hast honour'd by cheating so many; Thou 'It find still among us one Personage old, Who also by tricks and the Seals' makes a penny. Stand forth, man of Bibles-not Mahomet's pigeon, Great Galen of souls, with what vigour he crams Down Erin's idolatrous throats, till they crack again, Bolus on bolus, good man!-and then damns Both their stomachs and souls, if they dare cast them How well might his shop-as a type representing As to politics-there, too, so strong his digestion, Having learn'd from the law-books, by which he 's surrounded, To cull all that's worst on all sides of the question, Made radical-hot, and then mix'd with some grains Of that gritty Scotch gabble, that virulent twaddle, Which Murray's New Series of Blackwood contains. A great part of the income of Joanna Southcott arose from the Seals of the Lord's protection which she sold to her followers. Mrs Anne Lee, the chosen vessel of the Shakers, and Mother of all the children of regeneration.» Toad-lane in Manchester, where Mother Lee was born. In her Address to Young Believers, she says that it is a matter of no importance with them from whence the means of their deliverance come, whether from a stable in Bethlehem, or from Toad-lane, Manchester.. Canonize him!-by Judas, we will canonize him; Call quickly together the whole tribe of Canters, Yea, humbly I've ventured his merits to paint, Yea, feebly have tried all his gifts to portray; And they form a sum-total for making a saint, That the Devil's own Advocate could not gainsay. Jump high, all ye Jumpers! ye Ranters, all roar! While Butterworth's spirit, sublimed from your eyes, Like a kite made of fool's-cap, in glory shall soar, With a long tail of rubbish behind, to the skies! AN INCANTATION. SUNG BY THE BUBBLE SPIRIT. Ara.-Come with me, and we will go Where the rocks of coral grow. COME with me, and we will blow Come with me, and we will blow Mix the lather, JOHNNY WILKS, Thou who rhymest so well to « bilks :»1 Now the frothy charm is ripe, Bravo, bravo, PETER MOORE! Under Chili's glowing sky; Some, those virgin pearls that sleep Cloister'd in the southern deep; 1 Strong indications of character may be sometimes traced in the rhymes to names. Marvell thought so, when he wrote Sir Edward Sutton, The foolish Knight who rhymes to mutton. A humble imitation of one of our modern poets, who, in a poem against War, after describing the splendid habiliments of the soldier, thus apostrophizes him- thou rainbow ruffian! Others, as if lent a ray From the streaming Milky Way, Now's the moment-who shall first But, hark, my time is out- [Here the stage darkens,—a discordant crash is heard from the orchestra-the broken bubbles descend in a saponaceous but uncleanly mist over the heads of the Dramatis Person; and the scene drops, leaving the bubble-hunters-all in the suds.] A DREAM OF TURTLE. BY SIR W. CURTIS. 'T WAS evening time, in twilight sweet I sail'd along, when-whom should I meet, But a turtle journeying o'er the sea, << On the service of his Majesty !»3 When I spied him first, through twilight dim, But, no-'t was, indeed, a turtle, wide A goodly man, with an eye so merry, As made the turtle squeak with glee, Of what his forced-meat balls would be. Waving his hand, as he took farewell, Are the English forms of Diplomacy! THE DONKEY AND HIS PANNIERS. A FABLE. fessus jam sudat asellus, Parce illi; vestrum delicium est asinus.-VIRGIL, Copa, A DONKEY, whose talent for burdens was wondrous, For every description of job-work so ready! One driver (whom Ned might have «hail'd» as a « brother») Had just been proclaiming his donkey's renown, For vigour, for spirit, for one thing or other, When, lo, 'mid his praises, the donkey came down! But, how to upraise him?-one shouts, t' other whistles, While Jenky, the conjuror, wisest of all, Declared that an «over-production» of thistles-2 (Here Ned gave a stare)-was the cause of his fall.» Another wise Solomon cries, as he passes, << There, let him alone, and the fit will soon cease; The beast has been fighting with other jack-asses, And this is his mode of transition to peace!» Some look'd at his hoofs, and, with learned grimaces, Pronounced that too long without shoes he had gone<«<Let the blacksmith provide him a sound metal basis, (The wiseacres said), and he's sure to jog on.» But others who gabbled a jargon half Gaelic, Exclaim'd, «Hoot awa, mon, you're a' gane astray,»— Alluding to an early poem of Mr Coleridge's, addressed to as ass, and beginning, I bail thee, brother!» * A certain country gentleman having said in the House, That! we must return at last to the food of our ancestors, somebody asked Mr T. what food the gentleman meant? Thistles, I suppose. * answered Mr T. |