THE ANNUAL PILL. Supposed to be sung by OLD PROsy, the Jew, in the VILL nobodies try my nice Annual Pill, Dat's to purify everyting nashty avay? Pless ma heart, pless ma heart, let me say vat I vill, Not a Chrishtian or Shentleman minds vat I say! 'Tis so pretty a bolus !-just down let it go, And, at vonce, such a radical shange you vill see, Dat I'd not be surprish'd, like de horse in de show, If your heads all vere found, vere your tailsh ought to be! Vill nobodies try my nice Annual Pill, &c. "Twill cure all Electors, and purge away clear Dat mighty bad itching dey've got in deir hands 'Twill cure, too, all Statesmen, of dulness, ma tear, Though the case vas as desperate as poor Mister VAN'S. Dere is nothing at all vat dis Pill vill not reachGive the Sinecure Shentlemen von little grain, Pless ma heart, it vill act, like de salt on de leech, And he'll throw de pounds, shillings, and pence, up again! Vill nobodies try my nice Annual Pill, &c. "Twould be tedious, ma tear, all its peauties to paint But among oder tings fundamentally wrong, It vill cure de Proad Pottom--a common complaint Among M. P.'s and weavers - from sitting too long, Should symptoms of speeching preak out on a dunce Vill nobodies try my nice Annual Pill, Dat's to purify everyting nashty avay? Pless ma heart, pless ma heart, let me say vat I vill, Not a Chrishtian or Shentleman minds vat I say! "IF" AND "PERHAPS."2 On tidings of freedom! oh accents of hope! 1 Meaning, I presume, Coalition Administrations. Written after hearing a celebrated speech in the House of "If mutely the slave will endure and obey, Nor clanking his fetters, nor breathing his pains, "His masters, perhaps, at some far distant day, "May think (tender tyrants!) of loosening his chains." Wise "if" and "perhaps!"-precious salve for our wounds, If he, who would rule thus o'er manacled mutes, Could check the free spring-tide of Mind, that resounds, Even now, at his feet, like the sea at Canute's. But, no, 'tis in vain -the grand impulse is givenMan knows his high Charter, and knowing will claim; And if ruin must follow where fetters are riven, Be theirs, who have forg'd them, the guilt and the shame. "If the slave will be silent!"—vain Soldier, be ware There is a dead silence the wrong'd may assume, When the feeling, sent back from the lips in despair, But clings round the heart with a deadlier gloom; When the blush, that long burn'd on the suppliant's cheek, Gives place to the' avenger's pale, resolute hue; And the tongue, that once threaten'd, disdaining to speak, Consigns to the arm the high office- to do. If men, in that silence, should think of the hour, When proudly their fathers in panoply stood, Presenting, alike, a bold front-work of power To the despot on land and the foe on the flood: That hour, when a Voice had come forth from the west, To the slave bringing hopes, to the tyrant alarms; And a lesson, long look'd for, was taught the opprest, That kings are as dust before freemen in arms! If, awfuller still, the mute slave should recall That dream of his boyhood, when Freedom's sweet day At length seem'd to break through a long night of thrall, And Union and Hope went abroad in its ray; If Fancy should tell him, that Day-spring of Good, Though swiftly its light died away from his chain, Lords, June 10, 1828, when the motion in favour of Catholic Emancipation, brought forward by the Marquis of Lansdowne, was rejected by the House of Lords. Air." Sleep on, sleep on, my Kathleen dear." WRITE on, write on, ye Barons dear, Write on, write on, &c. Oh ne'er, since asses spoke of yore, Such miracles were done! For, write but four such letters more, And Freedom's cause is won! SONG OF THE DEPARTING SPIRIT OF TITHE. "The parting Genius is with sighing sent." MILTON. Even now, I behold your vanishing wings, - In the Church must have your bacon sav'd;- Or - as we calculate thefts and arsons Alas, and is all this wise device For the saving of souls thus gone in a trice? 3 Chaucer's Plowman complains of the parish rectors, that "For the tithing of a duck, Or an apple or an aye (egg), They make him swear upon a boke; Thus they foulen Christ's fay." Even they object to let us pillage, It is o'er, it is o'er, my reign is o'er, So lives he, Mammon's priest, not Heaven's, His reverence stints his evening readings -to gout. Is all then lost? - alas, too true- Hide, Knowledge, hide thy rising sun, Young Freedom, veil thy head; Let nothing good be thought or done, Till Nick V-ns-tt-t's dead! Take pity on a dotard's fears, You, too, ye fleeting one-pound notes, Speed not so fast away Ye rags, on which old Nicky gloats, A few months longer stay.3 Together soon, or much I err, The notes unto the scavenger, Ye Liberals, whate'er your plan, Ye Papists, whom oppression wrings, So shall he win a fame sublime So shall his name through ages past, Date from "the days of Nicholas," With fond and sad regret; And sighing, say, "Alas, had he "Been spar'd from Pluto's bowers, "The blessed reign of Bigotry "And Rags might still be ours!" THE EUTHANASIA OF VAN. "We are told that the bigots are growing old and fast wearing out. If it be so, why not let us die in peace?"-LORD BEXLEY'S Letter to the Freeholders of Kent. STOP, Intellect, in mercy stop, And let poor Nick V-ns-tt-t drop 1 Among the specimens laid before Parliament of the sort of Church rates levied upon Catholics in Ireland, was a charge of two pipes of port for sacramental wine. 2 Ezekiel, xxxiv. 10. "Neither shall the shepherds feed them TO THE REVEREND ONE OF THE SIXTEEN REQUISITIONISTS OF NOTTINGHAM. 1828. WHAT, you, too, my ******, in hashes so knowing, selves any more; for I will deliver my flock from their mouth, that they may not be meat for them." 3 Perituræ parcere charta. |