ENGLAND, AS SHE IS. A SATIRE. WHEN Virtue hangs the head, and Vice prevails, Finds the voice mock'd that would dissuade from wrong; Rout the vile herd, that trample in the dust Man's natal rights, though Heaven confirms them just, And put a scourge in every honest hand, To lash the rascals naked through the land. (1) (1) "And put in every honest hand a whip To lash the rascal naked through the world." Othello. O Liberty dear goddess! at whose shrine. That homage here, which then was BRITAIN's pride! Deserve success (" and Heaven defend the right !") Swift through the air that wraps thy birthplace, HEAVEN, Fill every thought with thee! each verse with fire ! Sting the exacting ruler's breast with shame, "The times are out of joint!"... Who knows it not? The mischief's old... And simple. Yet, God wot, They 've bungled so the cure, the fool that 's blind May snuff its presence on the passing wind! Shame on their hearts, who, remedy in hand, Reform!" O, ay, Reform! their joint exclaim. Shown by the nurse to soothe, not feed the child! Where be the principles these men avow'd, When their meek voices thus harang'd the crowd? "Sweet fellow-citizens! Your votes we crave! We are not, we, like this fool, or that knave. They come to serve themselves; nor will they swear, Except it like them, to support your prayer: We have no selfish views; without conditions We'll carry, by wholesale, all your petitions! Besides, you see they 're gentlemen! and then They are but striplings, we the people's men!" And so, to stroke the mob, in vulgar cant On their own merits modestly they rant, Protest they have no will, the public's slave Should up and down just as its hand may wave, "We pledge ourselves to all! Retrenchment? tithes abolish'd, Taxes repeal'd? - Ay ! - Peace Just pack them in one budget, Once in the house, they use indeed their tongues, Since all 's forgotten, save their power of lungs. So, when a wife or mistress 's to be got, We are her humble servant, slave, what not? When once the will 's obtain'd, no more we say, "Command me, love!" but, "Madam, please obey." Yet, thanks to Heaven! there are a loftier few, Of spirit more sapient, and of heart more true. - no wish but yours. All ! great with small! " - But what, O** , may thy voice avail 'Gainst the loud fry, that, thick as summer hail, Beat down the hopes that promis'd soon to yield, And strew the ripening harvest on the field? Retrenchment! Ay! on that we 're all agreed ! The body must be bled. But where to bleed? "They shall not lop off sinecures," says B., "For, if they lop off them, they lop off me! I'm for 'retrenchment'; but retrench not there; Some other parts have much more blood to spare." "Cut off the Pension list ?" cries Captain FEATHER, "Pray, let me ask the Learned Member, whether He'd have the gallant men, who 've fought and bled For king and country, houseless and unfed ? 'T would strike our name, sir, from the roll of nations, To make men live upon their pay and rations! Cut off? I'd sooner you 'd cut off my ears!" And down he sat. Note [laughter, and loud cheers.] And thus Corruption runs from sire to son ! All say the nation squanders, does not spend ; O monstrous blot upon the British shield ! No! but to swell yon scoundrel minion's purse, Or fatten some fool's spawn, some belted thing, Yet, Does the devil laugh? as if this drain, Upon the nation's vital sap, were vain, Or bribe to win some sturdy patriot o'er, Whose conscience, eas'd, shall trouble place no more,- Who keeps a friend, that ought to live at ease. Yet are we happy; prosperous. Why not, Where cits may stretch themselves, stroll up and down, |