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No. XXV.

April 30.

BRISSOT'S GHOST.

As at the Shakspeare Tavern dining,

O’er the well-replenishid board Patriotic Chiefs reclining,

Quick and large libations pour’d ; While, in fancy, great and glorious,

'Midst the Democratic storin, Fox's Crew, with shout victorious,

Drank to Radical Reform.

Sudden

up

the staircase sounding, Hideous yells and shrieks were heard ; Then, each guest with fear confounding,

A grim train of Ghosts appear’d:. Each a bead with anguish gasping,

(Himself a trunk deform’d with gore) In his hand, terrific, clasping,

Stalkd across the wine-stain'd floor.

On them gleam'd the lamp’s blue lustre,

When stern Brissot's grizly shade His sad bands was seen to muster,

And his bleeding troops array'd.

Through the drunken crowd he hied him,

Where the Chieftain sate enthroned, There, his shadowy trunks beside him,

Thus in threatening accents groan'd.

“ Heed, oh heed our fatal story,

(1 am Brissot's injured Ghost,) “ You who hope to purchase glory

“ In that field where I was lost! “ Though dread Pitt's expected ruin

“ Now your soul with triumph cheers, “ When you think on our undoing,

“ You will mix your hopes with fears.

" See these helpless headless Spectres

Wandering through the midnight gloom : " Mark their Jacobinic Lectures

Echoing from the silent tomb, “ These, thy soul with terror filling,

“ Once were Patriots fierce and boid”(Each his head with gore distilling

Shakes, the whilst bis tale is told.)

“ Some from that dread engine's carving,

“ In vain contrived their heads to save“ See Barbaroux and Petion * starving

“ In the Languedocian Cave !

* Such was the end of these werthies. They were found starved to death in a cave in Languedoc. Vide Barrere's Rep.

“ See in a biggler's* hamper buckled,

“ How Louvet's soaring spirit lay! “ How virtuous Roland, + hapless Cuckold,

« Blew what brains he had, away.

“ How beneath the power of Marat

“ Condorcet, blaspheming, fell,
Begg'd some laudanum of Garat, I
“ Drank ;—and slept,-to wake in hell !
Oh that with worthier souls uniting,

I in my country's cause had shone !
“ Had died my Sovereign's battle fighting,

“ Or nobly propt his sinking throne !

* See Louvet's Recit de mes Perils.

+ The virtuous Roland. This philosophic coxcomb is the idol of those who admire the French Revolution up to a certain point.

# This little anecdote is not generally known.—It is strikingly pathetic.-Garat has recorded this circumstance in a very eloquent sentence" O toi qui arrêtas la main,

avec laquelle tu traçais le progrès de l'esprit humain, pour

porter sur tes levres le breuvage mortel, d'autres pensées, “ et d'autres sentimens, ont incliné ta volonté vers le tom“ beau, dans ta dernière delibération.—(Garat, it seems, did not choose to poison himself.). --Tu as rendu à la liberté “ éternelle ton ame Républicaine par ce poison qui avoit été

partagé entre nous comme le pain entre des frères. “Oh you, who with that hand which was tracing the pro

gress of the human mind, approached the mortal mixture - “ to your lips-it was by other thoughts and other sentiments

“ that your judgment was at length determined in that last “ deliberated act-You restored your Republican spirit to an " eternal freedoni, by that poison which we had shared together, “ like a morsel of bread between two brothers.”

“ But hold !—I scent the gales of morning

“ Covent-Garden's clock strikes One! Heed, oh heed my earnest warning,

“ Ere England is, like France, undone ! To St. Stephen's quick repairing,

“ Your dissembled Mania end ; And your errors past, forswearing,

“ Stand at length your Country's Friend !" No. XXVI.

May 7. LOVES OF THE TRIANGLES.

The frequent solicitations which we have received for a

continuation of the Loves of the Triangles, have induced us to lay before the Public (with Mr. Higgins's permission) the concluding lines of the Canto. The catastrophe of Mr. and Mrs. Gingham, and the Episode of Hippona, contained, in our apprehension, several reflexions of too free a nature. The Conspiracy of Para. meter and Abscissa against the Ordinate, is written in a strain of Poetry so very splendid and dazzling, as not to suit the more tranquil majesty of diction which our Readers admire in Mr. Higgins. We have therefore begun our Extract with the Loves of the Giant Isosceles, and the Picture of the Asses' Bridge, and its several Illustrations.

CANTO I.

EXTRACT.

'Twas thine alone, O youth of giant frame, Isosceles !* that rebel heart to tame!

* Isosceles-An equi-crural Triangle-It is represented as a Giant, because Mr. Higgins says he has observed that procerity is much promoted by the equal length of the legs, more especially when they are long legs.

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