And sins about them, far into those climes "Where Peter pitched his waistcoat "2 in old times,

Leaving me much in doubt as on I prest, With my great master, thro' this realm unblest,

Whether Old Nick or Colburn puffs the best.

LAMENT FOR THE LOSS OF
LORD BATHURST'S TAIL.3

ALL in again unlookt for bliss!
Yet, ah! one adjunct still we miss; -
One tender tie, attached so long
To the same head, thro' right and wrong.
Why, Bathurst, why didst thou cut off
That memorable tail of thine?
Why - as if one was not enough.

Thy pig-tie with thy place resign,
And thus at once both cut and run?
Alas! my Lord, 't was not well done,
'T was not, indeed, tho' sad at heart,
From office and its sweets to part,
Yet hopes of coming in again,
Sweet Tory hopes! beguiled our pain;
But thus to miss that tail of thine,
Thro' long, long years our rallying
sign

As if the State and all its powers
By tenancy in tail were ours
To see it thus by scissors fall,
This was
"the unkindest cut of all!"
It seemed as tho' the ascendant day
Of Toryism had past away,
And proving Samson's story true,
She lost her vigor with her queue.

Sweet curls, from which young Love, so vicious,

His shots, as from nine-pounders, issues;
Grand, glorious curls, which in debate
Surcharged with all a nation's fate,
His Lordship shakes, as Homer's God
did,1

And oft in thundering talk comes near
him;

Except that there the speaker nodded,

And here 't is only those who hear him.

Long, long, ye ringlets, on the soil

Of that fat cranium may ye flourish, With plenty of Macassar oil

Thro' many a year your growth to nourish!

And ah! should Time too soon unsheath

His barbarous shears such locks to

STANZAS WRITTEN IN ANTICIPATION OF DEFEAT.8

1828.

Go seek for some abler defenders of wrong,

If we must run the gantlet thro' blood and expense;

3 During the discussion of the Catholic question in the House of Commons last session.

Should symptoms of speeching preak out on a dunce

(Vat is often de case), it vill stop de disease,

And pring avay all de long speeches at

vonce,

Dat else vould, like tape-worms, come by degrees!

Vill nobodies try my nice Annual Fill, Dat's to purify every ting 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

OH tidings of freedom! oh accents of hope!

Waft, waft them, ye zephyrs, to Erin's blue sea,

And refresh with their sounds every son of the Pope,

From Dingle-a-cooch to far Donaghadee.

"If mutely the slave will endure and 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, 't is in vain—the grand impulse is given —

Man knows his high Charter, and knowing will claim;

2 Written after hearing a celebrated speech in the House of Lords, June 10, 1828, when the motion in favor of Catholic Emancipation, brought forward by the Marquis of Lansdowne, was rejected by the House of Lords.