An awkward feeling we should never shew,
At least to such a despicable foe.
The People-where the devil did they gain
The notion of their privilege to reign?
The People-none but Radicals and fools
Would think of yielding to their senseless rules;
And this same People it should be our plan
To keep as much subjected as we can!
This is my notion of true government,
To which I think you'll readily assent.
Your own inflexibility is known
As matchless, and no less so is my own;
And how that lukewarm B-
Himself his friends-his patrons-and his place, By yielding to a miserable race
Of noisy Radicals is quite astonishing;
Indeed he merits our severe admonishing:
For, if our consequence is set at nought
By men who never reason as they ought,
By men, by blackguards I should rather say,
'Tis vain alike to legislate and pray.
We shortly shall have nothing that is mental,
And not a Bishop will be fundamental.
We, therefore, on the meeting of the Sn, Must shew a prompt and positive expression
Of our dislike to measures such as B-R'S.
And blame, of course, the R—] undertakers;
For otherwise, these Radicals will grin,
And triumph in our weakness, and their sin:
Men without weapons rushing on a mob
May think it rather a precarious job,
But when the implements for prompt submission
Are in their hands, how diff'rent their condition!
And B- -R, since his friends the means possess'd
To send each scoundrel to his lasting rest,
Should certainly have us'd them like a hero,
Which was the practice in the time of NERO.
Had he but done his duty as he ought,
Forbearance would have been an after-thought,
And not have taken precedence of that
Which should have laid his adversaries flat:
He ought, for instance, to have work'd away,
The moment they objected to obey ;
First taking care to treat them with the ACT,-
All then would have been legal and exact:
He then would quickly have destroy'd their capers,
And all the chucklings of their “low-liv'd" Papers!
If he imagin'd that his noisy foes
Would foil the soldiers, and defy their blows,
He should have brought from Woolwich, d'ye see, A dozen pieces of artillery :
But to submit to Radicals-to be
The jest of WOOLER, and such things as he-
Is shocking, is preposterous, is alarming,
And shows the great necessity for arming,
Or rather not diminishing the MIGHT
Which yet must firmly guarantee our right.
And now, my friend, let me recount the pleasureWhich we experience here beyond all measure. Nothing on earth can equal the delight
With which the people, morning, noon, and night,
Receive us and our FRIEND, th' illustrious Man,
Whose air and affability they scan
With such emotions as bespeak their 1-
And shew them friends to order and to R-
When first I meditated this excursion,
I look'd for pleasure, kindness, and diversion;
But hope, however sanguine, could not dream
Of half the friendship, transport, and esteem,
With which all classes welcome and receive us ;-
In fact, I fear you scarcely will believe us
When we enumerate (though M**RE may quiz it)
The scenes connected with our R-1 visit.
As to myself, I walk the streets with ease,
And those who hated once appear to please
Themselves with notions that I yet shall be
Their guardian angel through futurity.
I hear no more of Nine-tails and of gags,
From boors envelop'd in their worthless rags:
No more Triangle falls upon mine ear,
And D—with complacency I hear,
Because its former meaning has been undone,
And now is blended with illustrious L-
When I return there will be much to do
'Twixt VAN and SID, LEN, me, and you.
I mean to have friend C
·R pen a manual
For Irishmen, and make this visit annual;
For I perceive 'tis useful to our cause,
And strengthens both our places and the laws.
But for the present I must take my leave,
Having some weighty matters to achieve
For C
-M, whose lady often touches
Upon the pride and glory of a D;
Which honor I have promis'd to obtain,
For reasons I shall cheerfully explain.
TO HER PARTICULAR FRIEND, LADY —
MORE pleasant than ever my time flies away,
For nothing but harmony graces the day,
And nothing but love and the warmest delight
Enflame my soft soul with my darling at night.
When awake HE transports me with stories divine, Suited only to ears such as HD's and mine; Talks of Ovid and Suckling, as much as of yore, But the devil a word does he say about M
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