And still as each comes on, the people send Their thundering greetings, and the welkin rend. Peace, ye rude clowns, for Gn's on his feet, And, with a voice and action calm and sweet, Proposes that the pillar of their cause,

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f, that second Cujac in the laws, Should fill the chair, their turbulence control, And bid their rage in legal channels roll. 'Tis done the chair is fill'd-with grateful breast Cujacius rose, and thus his thanks express'd.

Friends, neighbours, whigs, for in that single name Lies all that truth and honour now can claim, I thank you deeply-it is very clear The nation's ruin'd-therefore meet we hereMeet to implore the King we love to own, The corpulent possessor of the throne. No more to flirt with lovely Lady C. But mind the state and set the nation free. To try of whiggish heads the stores and treasures, Dismiss his ministers, and change his measures. And much it charms me that within the round Of this great nation men like us are found,— For it were natural that those who feel

As deep as me the charms of home, should steal
From hateful strife-and far from public view
Court sweet retirement, 'midst the chosen few.
Such was our wish-but now the wish were weak,
The vessel of the state has sprung a leak.

The storm is heard, the crew are in the dumps,
All, all is lost, if tories work the pumps.

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"Tis for that cause-that with new ardour seiz'd,
Though worn with legal quibbling-jaded, teas'd,
Till midnight find us in her silent reign,
When lamps wax dim, and weary eyelids pain,
We seek no parlour sweet, to sooth awhile
This life of labour by its brightening smile.
From our kind dames, averted eyes we turn,
And here, on the arena, spout and burn;
Leave our gay female imps, our chubby boys,
And home---dear home, with all its tricks and toys.-
Mourn, infant whigs-your sires are in the lists—
Mourn, ye sweet rosy oppositionists!

No longer little Jy, in the arms

Of her great parent, rides, and prates, and charms;
No tiny C-ck---n, pleased to play the groom,
Spurs his immortal father round the room;
No infant F---11---n to gay papa

Holds up a duply, and lisps out the law.
Such dear delights will never come again-
Mourn, infant whigs! your sires are public men.
So spake Mff, and tears began to pour
From iron cheeks that never wept before;
His kerchief forth each tender hosier draws,
And melting tailors blubber'd soft applause.

THE MEETING.

But these are politicians, such as would

Be rather high than honest, great than good.

T'other day, said the Whigs, Raddy's thicker than

ever;

Now's the time to begin to convoke them together, And fix on some plan all the learn'd may agree onSo reformers and patrons met at the Pantheon.

"Twas a beautiful sight-there were none very great, But all thought, or were told, they had weight in the state;

Whig lawyers-not one unprofessional man

Having thought himself worthy to join in the plan; Whig lawyers (God knows, they require no digression), With others were there, somewhat low in profession, Who, although they want speech their great thoughts to reveal,

Yet, when any good friend will describe what they

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feel, And what they should ask by another's express'd, Can huzza, and can riot, as well as the best.

Chair---chair---order---chair---an appropriate chief Can never be wanting; you guess him-Moncrieff;

What a form! what a mein !—and that body so pun

cheon,

He thrice wav'd his hand (how he'd look with a truncheon!)

And told them, albeit the very small leisure

His clients would leave him, he'd fain spend in plea

sure;

Yet, by history taught, for the people and freedom He for once would surmount his objections to lead

'em;

So bade them be orderly under his rule,

As the master is blamed for a row in the school.

He said-and the pit and the gods gave applauses; When up rose another great leader of causes, His eye-balls and whiskers show'd much resolution, "Though of delicate nerves, and a weak constitu"tion ;"

Apollo," some call him, and some few "Good"fellow,"*

And some from his livery, Old Blue and Yellow : † His commencement is civil---" To speak is a bore, "As I never once thought of these subjects before ; "But the claims of the nation should urge me alone, "And for former supineness I now shall atone; "Desert my retirement, congenial and dear, "To begin a political, public career.

"Look at ministers then, I will hunt out their track, "Tho' 'tis the first time I have made the attack.

* See Pantheon play-bills, 1st and 2d.

This passage may be brought under Review.

"What have ministers done?---just think of the

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poor,

They're the sources of every one want they endure;

"Then the debt they contracted---the squand'ring of stores

"To keep poor Napoleon away from our doors; "The insult with which they would not grant peti

tions,

"That only demanded a change of conditions ; "Their cant phrase of radicals, name that we hate, "To us constitutional friends of the state;

"And many more ills that I can't 'numerate; "Think of these---why the flag-stones might spring to our hand

"To bicker those tyrants that prey o'er the land.

"As a cure for these evils, our plan of to-day "Is this---in a quiet genteel sort of way,

"Not to make any silly demand for the Queen, "Nor on old sets of burghs to show them our spleen, "Nor rail at some measure, as patriots should, "For tho' it were changed, it would do us no good, "But a change of the Ministry---ay, that's the plan; "Noble aim and reward of each deep-thinking man, "Which every true whig will achieve if he can.

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They may say we want places --a pitiful sneer:

Though perhaps I might take one, I now tell you here,

"There is no situation---Judge, Civil Commissioner, Lord-Advocate, Baron, for which some are fishing here--