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хсу. THAT George is high in power is justly stated, His very servants too are-elevated.
XCVI. O FRANCE ! that thy blind leaders could discover
The arts to which our pilots have resort; Who guide the helm of Britain half-seas over, Yet double-sighted keep an eye on Port.
. XCVII. WHEN Fortune they invok’d, the Greeks
Of wine oft made libations;
What, Pitt! the great law-giver !
We may safely indulge ourselves deep in our cup; And though it be true that you ne'er kept before, Yet this is the time when we may keep it up."
I don't deny their rules ;
: January Sermon.' Ρήτωρ*, ως ΜΕΘΥΟΙ ΤΟΙΣ ΠΡΑΓΜΑΣΙΝ, ειπες Φιλιππος Αλλ' ημιν μεθυει προς πραγμασι νυν ο πρoβoυλος.
TARIOUS reports having been circulated con
cerning the manner and circumstances of Mr. Pitt's death, we halten to lay before our readers the particulars of that melancholy event. This we are enabled to do with perfect accuracy, having been favoured with a very minute detail by the learned physician who attended him in his last moments.
The disorder of which this great Minister died, was a violent diarrhea, which continued, with very little interruption, from Saturday morning to last night, abou: a quarter before eight, at which time he expired. For two days, the symptoms were the faine as in ordinary cases; but it is remarkable, that, from the first, he had a great dread that the disease would be mortal. He was inclined to attribute the whole to a few bottles of claret, which he drank the preceding evening at Mr. Dundas's, and which he imagined was a little four. But Mr. Dundas affirms it was of the very finest quality, of which he can produce the best proofs, having still two hundred dozens of it in the cellar, besides eleven pipes which Mr. Rose let him have at prime cost, out of the cargo he bought up the day before the additional duty took place*. And of this quantity, Mr. Dundas has no objection to bind himself to drink eight bottles every day, as long as it lasts, for the complete fatisfaction of the friends of the deceafed. This worthy gentleman, with his usual frankness, confesses that claret is apt to disagree with ftomachs accustomed, as Mr. Pitt's was, to the stronger wines: but from the quantity of brandy which he drank with it on that fatal day, he thinks its bad effects must have been entirely, counteracted.
. * It was strongly affirmed at the time, and it remained undenied, that immediately before the last impoft upon wine, Mr. R--purchased a large quantity, for his own use, if not for that of his Majesty's Minilters.
Mr. Powys, who has picked up much knowledge, by reading occasionally in Guthrie's Geographical Grammar, and Arthur Young's Warning, remarks, that claret is a French wine, and consequently must partake, by innate sympathy, of the horrid qualities of that wicked country. « Now," continues Mr. Powys, « it is natural to conclude, that wine of such damnable principles, entering into the patriotic stomach of the Minister, must necessarily be rejected and expelled in the violent way we have all witnessed.” This, ingenious idea he confirm's by an accident which befel himself, about two years ago, at Lilford ; when, after incautiously drinking a glass of claret in the morning, with a bit of Queen's cake, (of which he is very fond) there immediately arose within him such a prodigious civil war, as he terms it, that he was forced to take measures with his apothecary for bringing both ingredients up. Since that period, he avoids all wines but those of Portugal, a country whose regular government and order are preserved, both in Church and State.
Unluckily for the nation, the heaven-born Minister bought his experience at a dearer rate than Mr. Powys. Alas! it was no petty inteftine commotion with him, no trifling Quiberon disturbance, as one may fay-but a furious sweeping deluge, as if the roaring torrent of French republicanism had visited him in all its wrath. The help of man was in vain. The fons of Æsculapius hung down the head. George Rose, who officiated as usual about the person of his patron, was amazed. A Council was summoned; and the Statesmen. of England were employed, for the first time since the Regency Bill, in speculating on the progress of the disease.
The placid Under-Secretary produced the abundant proofs of the disorder, which he had collected and preserved for that purpose. The Counsellors, on inspec. tion, gave a general groan; and the Minister lifted up his haggard eyes, which seemed to ask if no help could be found? Yes," says the intrepid Windham, “I know how this disorder is to be cured. The body
natural is as the body politic. Now the body politic, when amicted with revolutionary motions, can be cured, as we are all agreed, only by starvation. At this moment we are applying that remedy to the loose principles of the French and English; and shall we not also find it efficacious, when applied to remove the lax state of the body natural ? If nothing goeth in,” continued the Secretary at War, “it is manifeft that nothing can come out. Extreme cafes require vigorous applications: I say, therefore, sTARVE HIM. Perilh the stomach ; let the constitution live !"
Mr. Dundas perfectly agreed with the worthy Secretary on the wholesomeness of starvation ; but, with becoming modesty, hinted a doubt how far it might be possible to preserve a man's constitution, after his sto. mach was destroyed. He would have no objection, he faid, to try the experiment on any number of acquitted felons that Mr. Windham pleased, or even on a few of his own spies*, but he considered it dangerous to tamper with fo valuable a life as that of the Chancellor of the Exchequer. « Let us rather,” said Mr. Dundas, “re- . plenish his stomach with abundance of food, and take an obvious method to prevent its escape.”
This idea was eagerly applauded by all present; and it is impossible to say what good effects it might have produced, had it been adopted. But as it involved an operation in surgery, not admitted into regular practice, the medical gentlemen present refufed to act; and their plea was allowed to be perfectly good by Sir John Mitford, who declared, that in no case whatever ought a. professional man to advance a single step without a precedent; and, least of all, in so delicate and momentous an affair, as the stopping up of a Prime Minister.
* This is an allusion to Watt, a Government spy, hung at Edinburgh, a short time before this article was written---the only man who has suffered death for treason in Great Britain, from the beginning of the war to the present day..
An end was thus put to all further proceedings, and the Council broke up, leaving the poor Minister in the most deplorable state of mind.
It was now towards the middle of the third day of his illness, when he began to entertain very serious thoughts of dying, which agitated him extremely.-“Ah, George ! faid he, seizing Mr. Rofe's hand, « I fear I have been a fad dog, and have much to an(wer for.” The Under-Secretary shook his head, but faid nothing.
“ I wish, George," continued the Premier, « I could recollect some of the good actions I have done ; it would be some relief to me at the present moment to think of theni. My memory, alas ! fails me: but can'st thou not assist me to recal fome of my good deeds, my dear friend ?"
As he said this, he looked up very tenderly in Mr. Rose's face; who, with corresponding looks of sympathy, lowly passed the back of his hand over his eyes, to wipe away the precious drops of pity that were overflowing them.-i Ah! my dear master,” faid this faithful squire, “ your good works are without number. Do they not extend over all the Continent? Is not the red book a durable and ample memorial of your good works and your charity? But why do I go so far for examples? I have only to point to myself. Did you not find me a purser, and have you not made me a Minister of State *? You found me dealing out my flops, with my ink-horn at my button--and lo! by your favours, have I acquired gold and silver, lands and forests, with power over many cities.”
« Oh! do not torture me,'' exclaimed the Mini. ster, “ with the recital of my crimes. Tell me oh!
* It is supposed by many, that the wonderful rise of this quondam nip-cheese has made him very proud of his own abilities. This is not the case. One day, when Mr. R. was inviting a gentleman of great and acknowledged talents to dine at his house, lic told him that he would aik another sensible man to meet him.