now. Units, Tens, Hundreds, Thousands, Millions. They drink to thee With three times three That's nine. And oft a votary proposes then To add unto the cheering one cheer more- Or somebody, for thy honour still more keen, Sixteen! In Parliament no star shines more or bigger, Of Multiplication. In motion thou art second unto none, Though fortune on thy motions seems to frown, You seldom carry one. Great at speech thou art, though some folks cough, But never blench, Although in stirring up corruption's worms You make some factions Vulgar as certain fractions, Almost reduced unto their lowest terms. Sift on from one to nine with all their noughts, Cut off the Great Seal's wax! Dock all the dock-yards, lower masts and sails, Look into all the Cavalry's accounts, And crop their horses' tails. Look well to Woolwich and each Money-vote, And those who found th' Artillery compel Take army-no, take Leggy Tailors Down to the Fleet, for no one but a nincum Out of our nation's narrow income Would furnish such wide trousers to the Sailors. The Master of the Horse's horse from under him ; And tell the Stag-hound's Master he must keep Close as new brooms Scrub the Bed Chamber Grooms; In short, at every salary have a pull, On quarter-day, Stop half and make them give receipts in full Oh, Mr. Hume, don't drink, Or eat, or sleep, a wink, Till you have argued over each reduction : Let it be food to you, repose and suction; Though you should make more motions by one half Than any telegraph, Item by item all these things enforce, Be on your legs till lame, and talk till hoarse; Have lozenges-mind, Dawson's-in your pocket, Talk of retrenchment in your sleep; Expose each Peachum, and show up each Lockit- And while they're sitting blow them up, And safely you may walk into the House, TO ADMIRAL GAMBIER, G.C.B. "Well, if you reclaim such as Hood, your Society will deserve the thanks of the country."-Temperance Society's Herald, vol. 1, No 1, p. 8. "My father, when last I from Guinea Came home with abundance of wealth, Said, Jack, never be such a ninny As to drink-' says I, 'Father, your health?'” Nothing like Grog. H! Admiral Gam-I dare not mention bier In such a temperate ear Oh! Admiral Gam-an admiral of the Blue, For strictly shunning wine of either hue, Consider, I beseech, the contrariety In giving rules to dine, or sup, or lunch, Consider for appearance' sake-consider Consider-ere you break the ardent spirits Consider well, before you thus deliver, With such authority, your sloppy cannon; Consider, too-before all Eau-de-vie, Schiedam, or other drinkers, you rebut To bite a bitten dog all curs agree; But who would cut a man because he's cut? Consider-ere you bid the poor to fill Their murmuring stomach with the "murmuring rill "- Consider life's sour taste, that bids them mix Consider-ere as furious as a griffin, Against a glass of grog you make such work, A man may like a stiff'un, And yet not be a Burke ! Consider, too, before you bid all skinkers Turn water-drinkers, What sort of fluid fills their native rivers ; The Bog-the Bug The Maine-the Weser-or that freezer, Neva? Lord Byron found Even Castaly better for Geneva. Consider-if, to vote Reform's arrears, His Majesty should please to make you peers, To figure in a book of blue and red :- TO SPENCER PERCEVAL, ESQ., M.P. H, Mr. Spencer ! I mean no offence, sir Retrencher of each trencher-man or woman's; Eloquent Member Of the House of Com-I mean to say short commons- Avast! Oh, Mr. Perceval! I'll bet a dollar, a Great growth of Cholera, And new deaths reckon'd, Will mark thy Lenten twenty-first and second. Oh, Mr. Spencer! if the ill is there, Why should you bid the people live upon it? Why should you make discourses against courses, The man is safest who gets in the safe? Discard their dinners, Thoughtless how Heaven above will look upon't, By way of a variety, Think of the ineffectual piety Of London's Bishop, at St. Faith's or Bride's, Lecturing such chamelion insides, |