XCV. Then Michael blew his trump, and still'd the noise Lift up their lungs when fairly overcrow'd; XCVI. He said (I only give the heads)-he said, Of which he butter'd both sides; 'twould delay XCVII. He had written praises of a regicide; He had written praises of all kings whatever; He had written for republics far and wide, For pantisocracy he once had cried Aloud, a scheme less moral than 'twas clever; Then grew a hearty antijacobin— Had turn'd his coat-and would have turn'd his skin. XCVIII. He had sung against all battles, and again Become as base a critic as ere crawl'd- By whom his muse and morals had been maul'd: He had written much blank verse, and blanker prose, And more of both than any body knows. XCIX. He had written Wesley's life :-here, turning round To Sathan, "Sir, I'm ready to write yours, "In two octavo volumes, nicely bound, "With notes and preface, all that most allures "The pious purchaser; and there's no ground "For fear, for I can choose my own reviewers: "So let me have the proper documents, "That I may add you to my other saints." . C. Sathan bow'd, and was silent. "Well, if you, "With amiable modesty, decline "My offer, what says Michael? There are few "Whose memoirs could be render'd more divine. "Mine is a pen of all work; not so new "As it was once, but I would make you shine "Like your own trumpet; by the way, my own "Has more of brass in it, and is as well blown. *See "Life of H. Kirke White." CI. "But talking about trumpets, here's my Vision! "Times present, past, to come, heaven, hell, and all, CII. He ceased, and drew forth an MS.; and no CIII. Those grand heroics acted as a spell: The angels stopp'd their ears and plied their pinions; *King Alfonso, speaking of the Ptolomean system, said, that "had he been consulted at the creation of the world, he would have spared the Maker some absurdities." + See Aubrey's account of the apparition which disappeared "with a curious perfume and a melodious twang;" or see the Antiquary, Vol. I. D The devils ran howling, deafen'd, down to hell; CIV. Saint Peter, who has hitherto been known CV. He first sunk to the bottom-like his works, It may be, still, like dull books on a shelf, In his own den, to scrawl some "Life" or " Vision," *A drowned body lies at the body till rotten; it then floats, as most people know. CVI. As for the rest, to come to the conclusion Of this true dream, the telescope is gone Which kept my optics free from all delusion, And show'd me what I in my turn have shown : All I saw farther in the last confusion, Was, that King George slipp'd into heaven for one; And when the tumult dwindled to a calm, I left him practising the hundredth psalm. |