I blush to see this letter's length,

But 'twas my wish to prove to thee How full of hope, and wealth, and strength,

Are all our precious family.
And, should affairs go on as pleasant
As, thank the Fates, they do at pre-
sent-

Should we but still enjoy the sway
Of S-dm-h and of C -gh,

I hope, ere long, to see the day
When England's wisest statesmen,
judges,

Lawyers, peers, will all be-Fudges! Good-bye-my paper's out so nearly, I've only room for

Yours sincerely.

6

And Rapine !—rapine!' was the cry again.

How quick they carved their victims, and how well,

Let Saxony, let injured Genoa tell,Let all the human stock that, day by day, Was at the Royal slave-mart trucked away,

The million souls that, in the face of Heaven, [or given Were split to fractions,1 bartered, sold, To swell some despot power, too huge before, [Mammoth more! And weigh down Europe with one according to a scale of the direct duties or taxes, which could be levied by the acquiring states, etc.-Sketch of the Military and Political Power of Russia.-The words on the protocol are ames, demi-ames, etc.

learn to spare

The helpless victim for whose blood they lusted,

Then, and then only, monarchs may be trusted!

It could not last-these horrors could not last

F-ce would herself have risen, in might, to cast

The insulters off --and oh! that then, as now, [brow, Chained to some distant islet's rocky N-ol-n ne'er had come to force, to blight, [bright;Ere half matured, a cause so proudly To palsy patriot hearts with doubt and shame, [name; And write on Freedom's flag a despot's]

To rush into the lists, unasked, alone, And make the stake of all the game of

one!

Then would the world have seen again what power

A people can put forth in Freedom's hour;

Then would the fire of F-ce once more have blazed;

For every single sword, reluctant raised In the stale cause of an oppressive throne, Millions would then have leaped forth in her own;

And never, never had the unholy stain Of B-b-n feet disgraced her shores again!

But Fate decreed not so the Im perial Bird,

That, in his neighbouring cage, unfeared, unstirred,

Had seemed to sleep with head beneath his wing,

Yet watched the moment for a daring spring;

Well might he watch when deeds were

done that made

Most mild and saintly Prussia-steeped to the ears

In persecuted Poland's blood and tears, And now, with all her harpy wings outspread

O'er severed Saxony's devoted head! Pure Austria too,-whose history nought repeats

But broken leagues and subsidized defeats;

Whose faith, as Prince, extinguished Venice shows,

Whose faith, as man, a widowed daughter knows!

And thou, oh England!-who, though once as shy

As cloistered maids, of shame or perfidy, Art now broke in, and, thanks to C -gh,

In all that's worst and falsest lead'st the way!

Such was the pure divan, whose pens and wits

The escape from E-a frightened into fits:

Such were the saints who doomed N-ol-n's life,

In virtuous frenzy, to the assassin's knife?

Disgusting crew!-who would not gladly fly

To open, downright, bold-faced tyranny, To honest guilt, that dares do all but lie,

From the false, juggling craft of men like these,

Their canting crimes and varnished villanies;

These Holy Leaguers, who then loudest boast

Of

faith and honour, when they've stained them most;

From whose affection men should shrink as loth

scorn

The rights, the freedom to which man was born;

-gh!

'twere wiser far