Brimming high our Brunswick broth
Both with venom and with froth.
Mix the brains (though apt to hash ill,
Being scant) of Lord M-ntc-shel,
With that malty stuff which Ch―nd-s
Drivels as no other man does.

Catch (i. e. if catch you can)
One idea, spick and span,
From my Lord of S-1-sb-y,
One idea, though it be

Smaller than the "happy flea,"
Which his sire, in sonnet terse,

Wedded to immortal verse. *

Though to rob the son is sin,
Put his one idea in;

* Alluding to a well-known lyric composition of the late Marquis, which, with a slight alteration, might be addressed either to a flea or a fly. For instance:

Or,

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Oh, happy, happy, happy fly,
If I were you, or you were I."

"Oh, happy, happy, happy flea,

If I were you, or you were me;
But since, alas! that cannot be,
I must remain Lord S-

-y.'

And, to keep it company,

Let that conjuror W-nch-Is-a

Drop but half another there,
If he hath so much to spare.
Dreams of murders and of arsons,
Hatch'd in heads of Irish parsons,
Bring from every hole and corner,
Where ferocious priests, like H—rn—r,
Purely for religious good,

Cry aloud for Papist's blood,

Blood for W-lls, and such old women,

At their ease to wade and swim in.

All.—Dribble, dribble, nonsense dribble, B-xl-y, talk, and K-ny-n, scribble.

3d Bruns.-Now the charm begin to brew; Sisters, sisters, add thereto

Scraps of L-thbr-dge's old speeches,
Mix'd with leather from his breeches.
Rinsings of old B-xl-y's brains,
Thicken'd (if you'll take the pains)
With that pulp which rags create,
In their middle, nympha state,
Ere, like insects frail and sunny,
Forth they wing abroad as money.

There the Hell-broth we've enchanted

Now but one thing more is wanted.

Squeeze o'er all that Orange juice,

C

keeps cork'd for use,

Which, to work the better spell, is
Colour'd deep with blood of -

Blood, of powers far more various,

Ev'n than that of Januarius,

Since so great a charm hangs o'er it,
England's parsons bow before it!

All.-Dribble, dribble, nonsense dribble,
B-xl-y, talk, and K-ny-n, scribble.

2d Bruns.- Cool it now with

So the charm is firm and good.

-'s blood,

[Exeunt.

HOW TO MAKE A GOOD POLITICIAN.

WHENE'ER you're in doubt, said a Sage I once knew,

"Twixt two lines of conduct which course to pursue, Ask a woman's advice, and, whate'er she advise, Do the very reverse, and you're sure to be wise.

Of the same use as guides, are the Brunswicker throng; In their thoughts, words, and deeds, so instinctively wrong,

That, whatever they counsel, act, talk, or indite, Take the opposite course, and you're sure to be right.

So golden this rule, that, had nature denied you The use of that finger-post, Reason, to guide you— Were you even more doltish than any giv'n man is, More soft than N-wc-stle, more twaddling than

Van is,

I'd stake my repute, on the following conditions,

To make you the soundest of sound politicians.

Place yourself near the skirts of some high-flying

Tory

Some Brunswicker parson, of port-drinking glory,Watch well how he dines, during any great Ques

tion

What makes him feed gaily, what spoils his diges

tion

And always feel sure that his joy o'er a stew
Portends a clear case of dyspepsia to you.

Read him backwards, like Hebrew-whatever he wishes,

Or praises, note down as absurd, or pernicious. Like the folks of a weather-house, shifting about, When he's out, be an In-when he's in, be an Out.

Keep him always revers'd in your thoughts, night and day,

Like an Irish barometer turn'd the wrong way :— If he's up, you may swear that foul weather is

nigh;

If he's down, you may look for a bit of blue sky.
Never mind what debaters or journalists say,
Only ask what he thinks, and then think t'other

way.