"Who'll buy my Scrip? Who'll buy my Scrip?" Is now the theme of the patriot's lip,

As he runs to tell how hard his lot is
To Messrs. Orlando and Luriottis,

And says, "Oh Greece, for Liberty's sake,
"Do buy my Scrip, and I vow to break
“Those dark, unholy bonds of thine—
"If you'll only consent to buy up mine!”
The Ghost of Miltiades came once more ;·
His brow, like the night, was lowering o'er,
And he said, with a look that flash'd dismay,
"Of Liberty's foes the worst are they,
"Who turn to a trade her cause divine,
"And gamble for gold on Freedom's shrine!"
Thus saying, the Ghost, as he took his flight,
Gave a Parthian kick to the Benthamite,
Which sent him, whimpering, off to Jerry-
And vanish'd away to the Stygian ferry!

ALARMING INTELLIGENCE-REVOLUTION IN THE DICTIONARY-ONE GALT AT THE HEAD OF IT.

GOD preserve us!-there's nothing now safe from assault;

Thrones toppling around, churches brought to the

hammer;

And accounts have just reach'd us that one Mr. Galt Has declar'd open war against English and Grammar!

He had long been suspected of some such design,
And, the better his wicked intents to arrive at,
Had lately 'mong C-lb-n's troops of the line
(The penny-a-line men) enlisted as private.

There school'd, with a rabble of words at command, Scotch, English, and slang, in promiscuous alliance, He, at length, against Syntax has taken his stand,

And sets all the Nine Parts of Speech at defiance.

Next advices, no doubt, further facts will afford;
In the mean time the danger most imminent grows,
He has taken the Life of one eminent Lord,

And whom he'll next murder the Lord only knows.

Wednesday evening.

Since our last, matters, luckily, look more serene; Tho' the rebel, 'tis stated, to aid his defection, Has seized a great Powder - no, Puff Magazine,

And the' explosions are dreadful in every direction.

What his meaning exactly is, nobody knows,
As he talks (in a strain of intense botheration)
Of lyrical "ichor," "gelatinous" prose +,

And a mixture call'd amber immortalization.

Now, he raves of a bard he once happen'd to meet, Seated high "among rattlings," and churning a sonnet §;

"That dark diseased ichor which coloured his effusions." - GALT's Life of Byron.

+ "That gelatinous character of their effusions." — Ibid. "The poetical embalmment, or rather, amber immortaliza

tion."

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Ibid.

$ Sitting amidst the shrouds and rattlings, churning an inarticulate melody.” — Ibid.

Now, talks of a mystery, wrapp'd in a sheet, With a halo (by way of a nightcap) upon it! *

We shudder in tracing these terrible lines;

Something bad they must mean, tho' we can't make it out;

For, whate'er may be guess'd of Galt's secret designs, That they're all Anti-English no Christian can doubt.

"He was a mystery in a winding sheet, crowned with a halo." GALT'S Life of Byron.

RESOLUTIONS

PASSED AT A LATE MEETING OF

REVERENDS AND RIGHT REVERENDS.

RESOLV'D to stick to ev'ry particle

Of ev'ry Creed and ev'ry Article ;
Reforming nought, or great or little,
We'll stanchly stand by every tittle *,"
And scorn the swallow of that soul
Which cannot boldly bolt the whole.

Resolv'd, that, though St. Athanasius
In damning souls is rather spacious-
Though wide and far his curses fall,
Our Church "hath stomach for them all;"
And those who're not content with such,
May e'en be d-d ten times as much.

* One of the questions propounded to the Puritans in 1573 was-"Whether the Book of Service was good and godly, every tittle grounded on the Holy Scripture?" On which an honest Dissenter remarks Surely they had a wonderful opinion of their Service Book that there was not a tittle amiss

in it.

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