Which a Premier gives to one who wishes
To taste of the Treasury loaves and fishes.
It actually lifts the lucky elf,

Thus acted upon, above himself ;-
He jumps to a state of clairvoyance,
And is placeman, statesman, all, at once!

These effects, observe (with which I begin),
Take place when the patient's motion'd in;
Far different, of course, the mode of affection,
When the wave of the hand's in the out direction;
The effects being then extremely unpleasant,

As is seen in the case of Lord B- -m, at present;
In whom this sort of manipulation

Has lately produc'd such inflammation,

Attended with constant irritation,

That, in short-not to mince his situation

It has work'd in the man a transformation

That puzzles all human calculation!

Ever since the fatal day which saw

That "pass*" perform'd on this Lord of Law

* The technical term for the movements of the magnetizer's hand.

A pass potential, none can doubt,

As it sent Harry B- ―m to the right about-
The condition in which the patient has been
Is a thing quite awful to be seen.

Not that a casual eye could scan

This wondrous change by outward survey; It being, in fact, the' interior man

That's turn'd completely topsy-turvy :—
Like a case that lately, in reading o'er 'em,
I found in the Acta Eruditorum,

Of a man in whose inside, when disclos'd,
The whole order of things was found transpos'd*
By a lusus naturæ, strange to see,

The liver plac'd where the heart should be,

And the spleen (like B—m's, since laid on the shelf) As diseas'd and as much out of place as himself.

In short, 'tis a case for consultation,

If e'er there was one, in this thinking nation;
And therefore I humbly beg to propose,

That those savans who mean, as the rumour goes,

* Omnes feré internas corporis partes inverso ordine sitas. Act. Erudit. 1690.

To sit on Miss Okey's wonderful case,
Should also Lord Harry's case embrace;
And inform us, in both these patients' states,
Which ism it is that predominates,
Whether magnetism and somnambulism,
Or, simply and solely, mountebankism.

THE SONG OF THE BOX.

LET History boast of her Romans and Spartans, And tell how they stood against tyranny's shocks; They were all, I confess, in my eye, Betty Martins, Compar'd to George Gr-te and his wonderful Box.

Ask, where Liberty now has her seat? —Oh, it isn't By Delaware's banks or on Switzerland's rocks ;Like an imp in some conjuror's bottle imprison'd,

She's slily shut up in Gr-te's wonderful Box.

How snug!-'stead of floating through ether's dominions,

Blown this way and that, by the "populi vox," To fold thus in silence her sinecure pinions,

And go fast asleep in Gr-te's wonderful Box.

Time was, when free speech was the life-breath of freedom

So thought once the Seldens, the Hampdens, the

Lockes;

But mute be our troops, when to ambush we lead

'em,

For "Mum" is the word with us Knights of the

Box.

Pure, exquisite Box! no corruption can soil it;

There's Otto of Rose in each breath it unlocks; While Gr-te is the "Betty," that serves at the toilet, And breathes all Arabia around from his Box.*

'Tis a singular fact, that the fam'd Hugo Grotius + (A namesake of Gr-te's-being both of Dutch stocks),

Like Gr-te, too, a genius profound as precocious,

Was also, like him, much renown'd for a Box ;—

An immortal old clothes-box, in which the great Grotius

When suffering, in prison, for views het'rodox,

And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.

POPE'S Rape of the Lock.

† Groot, or Grote, latinized into Grotius.