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Ballotted by the same directions
As Grenville's lottery for ele&ions;
With Nominees, to feed the fire,

And make it spread, and blaze the higher;
And Chairmen more sedately sage,

To quench its too excessive rage.

The fuel for such deep designs,

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Combustibles for state affairs

The press more speedily prepares;

The teeming press shall hither scatter
Rheams of inflammatory matter;

Here," thoughts that glow and words that burn,”

To their own element shall turn;

But, shifted from their author's aims,
Shall spread more salutary flames.

Almon, by contract shall provide
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And stipulate throughout the season
To furnish proper stock of treason.
How bright will the Buzaglo glow,
While heaps of Junius blaze below?
What ardors will Plain Truth dispense
Fir'd with a page of Common Sense?
Yet in a moment 'twill be slack'd,
By thrusting in Dean Tucker's tract;
Again 'twill kindle in a trice,

Refresh'd with scraps of Dr. Price;
Now smoulder slow with clumsy smoak,
While Johnson's fogs each passage choak ;
Now hiss, and sputter, and besmear
The house with brimstone of Shebbeare.

O flattering hope, whose gilded ray,
Too oft bids raptur'd fancy stray !
Thy shadowy forms the muse deceive,
Or time shall bid her Project live.
Already, by thy fond presage,
Her blest Buzaglo melts the age
Relenting Party feels its sway;
And Faction's vapors die away.

Behold the busy hour approaches, When chariots, vis-a-vis, and coaches, Rattle with senators each street in, Impatient for the first day's meeting:

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Mark well what looks! what anxious hopes!
Some con their metaphors and tropes;

Some, more secure, for fear of flaw,
Hide them beneath their chapeaux bras;

Whence, if the treacherous memory halts,

The glancing eye repairs its faults.

But, lo! the royal cavalcade !

The trumpet sounds; the signal's made ;
The Tower-guns tell the speech begun ;
They fire again;-the speech is done.

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Now let the full Buzaglo glow!
Spread wide the flame above, below:
Now Montesquieu, thy wisdom shines;
Thy system's true, 'tis heat refines:
Its genial influence all adore;
And opposition is no more.

From bench to bench, in spite of gout, The soften'd Chatham moves about :

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My good Lord Sandwich, how d'ye do? "I like the speech; 'twas penn'd by you. "America has gone too far;

"We must support so just a war:

"Its better than to put a curb on

"The Spaniard, or the House of Bourbon. 6. "Good-day, my Lord! I could say more; "But I must talk to dear Lord Gower." Chac'd is the cloud from Shelburne's brows; How graciously to Bute he bows!

See Camden sitting as a friend by

Mansfield! see Richmond close to Denbigh;
Ev'n hardy Devonshire relents;

He smiles and votes with the Contents;

While Abingdon, at Markham's nod,
Kisses the magisterial rod.

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Their leaders gone, it follows duly, The plastic minds of Corke and Beaulieu,

With half a score of silent votes,

Obey the times, and change their notes.
And ah, if Fitzroy's whim requires,
Ev'n Hinchliff's eloquence expires!
What wonder then their Lordships press,
Without division, the Address?

Now haste my Muse, at Fancy's summons,

To try thy Project on the Commons.

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A secret sympathy espouses

The upper and the lower houses;

Thus half thy work 's already done;
Where Chatham hobbles, Granby 'll run.
If Rockingham became a Turk,

How Mahomet wou'd shine on Burke?
He'd send him his enlight'ning pigeon:
For party zeal is Burke's religion.

But some there are of firmer frame ;
For them must the Buzaglo flame:
Grenville's with stubborn sense endued;
Saville but lives for public good.
Yet if ambition, or the weather
Some gloomy discontent should gather,
The temper'd air shall chase offence;
And blend good humor with good sense.
Behold at length ev'n Barre soften!
'I rise to oppose," He murmur'd often:
But finding that, he knows not how,

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Reluctant praise his words allow,
The hardy veteran sits him down;
Yet gives the Treasury Bench a frown.
Now mark the Statesmen of the City!
Hark, Wilkes
grows civil! Hayley witty!
Sawbridge, so chang'd the scene appears,
Consents to keep his seat seven years;
Ev'n Bull, the savage Bull, looks tame!
And melts before the conq'ring flame.

Not so the Luttrells; in despair The clamorous band besiege the chair. 2⁄ "I burn, I burn," old Irnham cries: The Colonel thinks the Project wise; But Jack and Jemmy jointly pledge Themselves, 'tis breach of privilege; And Temple, Greece and Rome can hawk in, Against this barb'rous stop to talkingIn vain; the House enjoy the effect And the Buzaglo all protect.

But Fox, more warily, to gain

His dear delight to speak again,

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Most humbly moves, since they approve

This potent wonder-working stove,
Lest some unseen mischance ensue,

They'd have a Ventilator too.

Tho' plausible his Project fails;

Thine, happy Muse, alone prevails.

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