They saw a late bombarded town, Its streets still warm with blood ran down; And hideously, 'midst rape and sack, They saw the captive eye the dead, Death's quick reward of bravery: "Fie! fie!" the younger heavenly spark 66 Exclaimed: we must have missed our mark, And entered hell's own portals: Earth can't be stained with crimes so black; Nay, sure, we've got among a pack Of fiends, and not of mortals." "No," said the elder; "no such thing: And I could point you out some fellows, In royal power that revel; Who, at the opening of the book Of judgment, may have cause to look With envy at the devil." Name but the devil, and he'll appear. With smutty face and figure: Could watch the fiendish nigger. "Halloo!" he cried, "I smell a trick: The scourge of earth appointed : Folks make a fuss about my mischief: The cherubs flew; but saw from high, The devil himself astounded. SENEX'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS YOUTHFUL IDOL. PLATONIC friendship at your years, Says Conscience, should content ye : Yes, and she'll loathe me unforgiven, That dazzles blind our reason. I'll challenge Plato from the skies, TO SIR FRANCIS BURDETT, ON HIS SPEECH DELIVERED IN PARLIAMENT, AUGUST 7, 1832, RESPECTING THE FOREIGN POLICY OF GREAT BRITAIN. BURDETT, enjoy thy justly foremost fame, Through good and ill report-through calm and storm- But that which shall afresh entwine thy name Is that thou hast come nobly forth to chide Our slumbering statesmen for their lack of pride— When Britain's lifted finger, and her frown, Might call the nations up, and cast their tyrants down! Invoke the scorn- -Alas! too few inherit The scorn for despots cherished by our sires, And sheltered helpless states !-Recal that spirit, Between their love of self and human kind; And move, Amphion-like, those hearts of stone- Tell them, we hold the Rights of Man too dear, But could we hope, with sole and selfish breast, Of Europe's slavery; from the waste around Oppression's fiery blast and whirling sand Would reach and scathe us! No; it may not be : Britannia and the world conjointly must be free! Burdett, demand why Britons send abroad The Bear on Poland's babes that wages war. Shrink, Britain-shrink, my king and country, from the touch! He prays to Heaven for England's king, he says- Besmeared with massacres from head to heel? And if his weird-like prayers had power to bring That lick the tyrant's feet, and smile upon his crimes! |