OLD SPIRIT. "The dirtiest thieves on Nature's face." YOUNG SPIRIT. "But hark, what cheers they 're giving Their emperor! - And is he a thief?" OLD SPIRIT. "Ay, and a cut-throat too;-in brief, THE GREATEST SCOUNDREL LIVING." YOUNG SPIRIT. "But say, what were they praying for, This people and their emperor?" On wings outspeeding mail or post, A noble nation met its hordes, But broken fell their cause and swords, They saw a late bombarded town, Its streets still warm with blood ran down; And hideously, 'midst rape and sack, His prey's convulsive laughter. They saw the captive eye the dead, Death's quick reward of bravery: "Fie! fie!" the younger heavenly spark Exclaimed:-"we must have missed our mark. And entered hell's own portals: Earth can't be stained with crimes so black; 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 Name but the devil, and he'll appear. With smutty face and figure: Could watch the fiendish nigger. SENEX'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS YOUTHFUL IDOL. "Halloo!" he cried, "I smell a trick: Folks make a fuss about my mischief, The devil himself astounded. 335 SENEX'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS YOUTHFUL IDOL. PLATONIC friendship at your years, Says Conscience, should content ye: Yes, and she 'll loathe me unforgiven, But beauty is a beam from heaven, I'll challenge Plato from the skies, To look in M-y C's eyes, 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 For forty years the pilot of reform! But that which shall afresh entwine thy name With patriot laurels never to be sere, Is that thou hast come nobly forth to chide When Britain's lifted finger, and her frown, Invoke the scorn alas! too few inherit The scorn for despots cherished by our sires, And sheltered helpless states! - Recall that spirit, Between their love of self and humankind; And move, Amphion-like, those hearts of stone Tell them we hold the Rights of Man too dear, Of Europe's slavery; from the waste around, Would reach and scathe us? No; it may not be : Burdett, demand why Britons send abroad [touch! Shrink, Britain,—shrink, my king and country, from the He prays to Heaven for England's king, he says- A serpent's slaver deadlier than its sting! ODE TO THE GERMANS. THE spirit of Britannia Invokes across the main Her sister Allemannia To burst the tyrant's chain: |