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These best reveal the smooth man's inward creed ! These mark the spot where lies the treasure Worth !
made up of impudence and trick,
Enough of —! we're agreed, Who now defends, would then have done the deed. But who not feels persuasion's gentle sway, Who but must meet the proffered hand half-way When courteous
(Rome's smooth go-between!)
Laments the advice that soured a milky queen-
With actual cautery staunched the church's wounds!
What think I now? Even what I thought before ;What boasts though
may deplore, Still I repeat, words lead me not astray
I When the shown feeling points a different way. Smooth can say grace at slander's feast, And bless each haut-gout cook'd by monk or priest; Leaves the full lie on —'s gong to swell, Content with half-truths that do just as well; But duly decks his mitred comrade's flanks, And with him shares the Irish nation's thanks!
So much for you, my friend! who own a Church,
Disclaimant of his uncaught grandsire's mood,
And who shall blame him that he purs applause,
From his brimstone bed at break of day
A walking the devil is gone,
And he went over the plain,
On a dung hill hard by his own stable ;
And the devil smiled, for it put him in mind
Of Cain and his brother Abel.
Ride by on his vocations ;
Death in the Revelations.
He saw a cottage with a double coach-house,
A cottage of gentility;
Is pride that apes humility.
He peep'd into a rich bookseller's shop,
Quoth he! “ We are both of one college ! For I sate myself, like a cormorant, once
Hard by the tree of knowledge.” 1
And all amid them stood the tree of life High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit Of vegetable gold (query paper money :) and next to Life Our Death, the tree of knowledge, grew fast by.
So clomb this first grand thief-
PAR. LOST. IV.
The allegory here is so apt, that in a catalogue of various readings obtained from collating the MSS. one might expect to find it noted, that for “ life " Cod. quid. habent,
Down the river did glide, with wind and with tide,
A pig with vast celerity ; And the devil looked wise as he saw how the while, It cut its own throat. “There!" quoth he with a smile,
“Goes England's commercial prosperity.”
As he went through Cold-Bath Fields he saw
A solitary cell ;
For improving his prisons in hell.
6 trade.” Though indeed the trade, i.e. the bibliopolic, so called xar' do xuv, may be regarded as Life sensu eminentiori; a suggestion, which I owe to a young retailer in the hosiery line, who on hearing a description of the net profits, dinner parties, country houses, &c. of the trade, exclaimed,“Ay! that's what I call Life now !" This “ Life, our Death,” is thus happily contrasted with the fruits of authorship.—Sic nos non nobis mellificamus apes.
Of this poem, which with the Fire, Famine, and Slaughter, first appeared in the Morning Post, the 1st, 2d, 3d, 9th, and 16th stanzas were dictated by Mr. Southey, See Apologetic Preface, vol. i. If any one should ask who General
meant, the author begs leave to inform him, that he did once see a red-faced person in a dream whom by the dress he took for a General; but he might have been mistaken, and
most certainly he did not hear any names mentioned. In in simple verity, the author never meant any one, or indeed
any thing but to put a concluding stanza to his doggerel.