Part 14

Then for amusement, so charmingly diversified; Poets, painters, patriots, peers, will all be there, Wilson's wise letter, by Tommy Campbell versified, Cammy Hob will give us to an old Greek air; Lord Nugent, in silk pantaloons, will dance a grand bolero, And little Moore, to patriot words, will sing us Lil'bulero, And Doctor Hume, his spirits raised by half a pint of Farintosh, Will stump a Highland _pas de deux_ with Gerald's Jemmy Macintosh. Come, ladies, come, 'tis now the time for capering, Freedom's flag, at Willis's, is just unfurl'd.

The supper will be Pic-nic--I'm sure I scarce can pen it, Ma'am, But calf's-head soup I know is sent by Doctor Hume; Syllabubs and trifles from Mr. Henry Bennet, Ma'am; And lamb in various shapes and ways by Mr. Brougham. The Maberlys' send mushrooms and saddles two of mutton, Ma'am; A cod's head and shoulders Sefton volunteers to put on, Ma'am; Chicken-pies from Taylor come, and lobsters from Sir Ronald, Ma'am, And gooseberry fool in Scottish pints from Mr. James Macdonald, Ma'am. Come, ladies, come, 'tis now the time for capering, Freedom's flag, at Willis's, is just unfurl'd.

Silly Billy volunteer'd to get a royal stag shot, To treat the Whigs with venison, but it would not do; His Highness was unlucky--so he sent a goose from Bagshot, While little Rice has furnish'd us with Irish stew; Lord Nugent sends a round of beef with cucumber and mustard, Ma'am, And Lady Anne from Holkham sends us up a fine old bustard, Ma'am, Peter Moore finds pipes and punch, while Lambton makes the gravies, Ma'am, And many little nameless items come from Colonel Davies, Ma'am. Run, ladies, run, 'tis now the time for capering, Freedom's flag, at Willis's, is just unfurl'd.

As for the Spaniards, the Cortes, or King Ferdinand, I hope, dear Ma'am, you'll not suppose I care one pin, A motley ball at Almack's is consider'd quite "a bird in hand" By those, who on the decent nights cannot get in! Then come yourself, I hope you will, and bring your eldest daughter, Ma'am, And Susan Smith, who ran away, if Mr. Smith has caught her, Ma'am; Our husbands wish it, and they pay for every-thing to cram us with, The principle's the same as that which took us all to Hammersmith. Come, madam, come, 'tis now the time for capering, Pleasure's flag, at Willis's, is just unfurl'd.

[Music: THE BEGGARS.

A NEW SONG.

Of all the trades a - go - ing, sure a beg - gar is the best, So said a good old Eng - lish song, which spoke the truth in jest; and a- beg - ging we will go, will go, will go, and a - beg - ging we will go.]

Of all the beggars going, who prey on public pence, The Whig excels in wants and woes, in tricks and impudence; So a begging we will go, will go, will go, so a begging we will go.

The beggar in the public ways, his ills, as merits shews, Is lame, or blind, or idiot-struck, or wants his hands or toes; When a begging he will go, will go, will go, when a begging he will go.

So, by their faults, the starving Whigs attempt to raise the wind, In Council, fools--in action, lame--in understanding, blind; And a begging they do go, do go, do go, and a begging they do go.

Old Charles was the leader, the Bampfylde Moore Carew, Of that audacious, lying, tricking, filthy, drunken crew; And a begging he did go, did go, did go, and a begging he did go.

This cunning Fox, he pray'd, and whined, and swore from door to door, That fall'n from a good estate, his virtues kept him poor; So a begging he did go, did go, did go, so a begging he did go.

In fact, the rogue play'd, wench'd, and drank two sinecures away, And only begg'd to have the means to wench, and drink, and play; So a begging he did go, did go, did go, so a begging he did go.

And all the Club at Brookes's, most generous of men-- Gave readily, what they were sure of--winning back again. When a begging he did go, did go, did go, when a begging he did go.

Scots Gerald next went begging, a sufferer by the law; He sent the French red cap about, sedition's alms to draw; And a begging he did go, did go, did go, and a begging he did go.

But, whether this subscription succeeded ill or well, We never heard; but some folks say that Mackintosh could tell; And a begging he did go, did go, did go, and a begging he did go.

When bloody Bellingham destroy'd a man he ne'er had known, On the lamented felon's grave their sanguine alms were strown; And a begging they did go, did go, did go, and a begging they did go.

To take man's life, by law or war, Whigs count a horrid thing, But this was an assassin of a servant of the King; So a begging they did go, did go, did go, so a begging they did go.

When vulgar Hone to market brought his pointless parody, And season'd his sedition with a spice of blasphemy, Then a begging he did go, did go, did go, then a begging he did go.

His graceless Grace of Bedford the bold example sets, And pays his mite to comfort him--I wish he'd pay his debts; For a begging they do go, do go, do go, for a begging they do go.

And by his sire's example led, my Lord of Tavistock, Subscribes ten pounds, to prove himself--a chip of the old block: And a begging they did go, did go, did go, and a begging they did go.

And Sefton on his death-bed, as it was thought to be, Encouraged the blasphemer, just to vex the Ministry; When a begging he did go, did go, did go, when a begging he did go.

When Cobbett stole the bones of Paine, it was with the intent To raise a penny rate, to buy a seat in Parliament; And a begging he did go, did go, did go, and a begging he did go.

But the pure Whigs of Coventry had quite another sense, And much preferred receiving pounds to giving him their pence; For a begging they do go, do go, do go, for a begging they do go.

When guilty of a libel, the bold Burdett was found, And sentenced by a Tory Judge to pay two thousand pound, A begging he did go, did go, did go, a begging he did go.

He afterwards refused the aid; but not till the account Had shewn him that they ne'er could raise a quarter the amount, Though a begging they did go, did go, did go, though a begging they did go.

From begging for the poor they took to begging for the Great, And begg'd that they might buy the Queen annuities and plate; And a begging they did go, did go, did go, and a begging they did go.

We have not heard if their success in this was bad or good, But hope it was the latter, for the sake of Matthew Wood; For a begging he did go, did go, did go, for a begging he did go.

A begging he did go indeed, this patriot and sage, But 'twas for his own profit when the Queen went off the stage; And a begging he did go, did go, did go, and a begging he did go.

But we have reason to suspect that this subscription pines, And is about as profitable as his Cornish mines; So a begging he will go, will go, will go, so a begging he will go.

And next, lest any class of crime, unhonour'd, should escape, The tender Waithman recommends the case of Mr. Snape; And a begging he does go, does go, does go, and a begging he does go.

We know not whether Brougham has yet subscribed, but think he must, The crime being only forgery--a petty breach of trust; So a begging they will go, will go, will go, so a begging they will go.

When Captain Romeo ran away from Naples, in a funk, With nothing but a pound of maccaroni in his trunk, A begging he did go, did go, did go, a begging he did go.

To keep this pilot of the cause of Italy afloat, Enthusiast Bennett's generous hand subscribes--a one-pound note! And a begging he did go, did go, did go, and a begging he did go.

We have not breath to spend on all the vicious or the vile-- On Wooler, Watson, Waddington, Hunt, Honey, and Carlile, But a begging they all go, all go, all go, but a begging they all go.

From all the jails, in all the land, their begging-boxes spread, And e'en the grave, at Faction's call, delivers up its dead; And a begging they do go, do go, do go, and a begging they do go.

But lastly comes a beggar-man, who would be knighthood's shame, But that the title he assumes is only a false name; When a begging he does go, does go, does go, when a begging he does go.

The soldier, or the sailor, who accosts one in the street, Can shew the scars he got, or tell the enemy he beat; When a begging he does go, does go, does go, when a begging he does go.

But here's a bold impostor, the sauciest of the batch, Who never won a fight at all, and never got a scratch; Yet a begging he does go, does go, does go, and a begging he does go.

He has not dealt in blows and blood as silly people think, But is a very hero,--in the way of pen and ink; But a begging he does go, does go, does go, but a begging he does go.

And thus he can produce us, of the battles he has seen, Certificates on paper--having none upon his skin, When a begging he does go, does go, does go, when a begging he does go.

While other soldiers Paris took, and France at freedom set, This rival hero storm'd a jail, and rescued Lavalette. And a begging he did go, did go, did go, and a begging he did go.

So as from no French foeman's head he ere won laurel leaf, He hires a French advocate to praise him from his brief; And a begging he does go, does go, does go, and a begging he does go.

Thus we have seen subscriptions which disgrace our factious times, For every shade, both light and deep, of follies and of crimes; When a begging they do go, do go, do go, when a begging they do go.

For drunkards, gamblers, libellers, thieves, smugglers, defamators, For forgers and blasphemers, and for murderers and traitors, A begging they do go, do go, do go, a begging they do go.

To Wilson's list we wish success; because we hope the money Will go to the poor families of Francis and of Hopney; Since a begging they do go, do go, do go, since a begging they do go.

For all folks must agree, else differ how they may, That they were kill'd upon the field, whence Wilson sneak'd away; Though a begging he does go, does go, does go, though a begging he does go.

BUBBLES OF 1825.

_Tune_--"Run, Neighbours, run."

Run, neighbours, run, you're just in time to get a share, In all the famous projects that amuse John Bull; Run, take a peep on 'Change, for anxious crowds beset us there, Each trying which can make himself the greatest gull. No sooner are they puff'd, than an universal wish there is For shares in mines, insurances, in foreign loans, and fisheries: No matter where the project lies, so violent the mania, In Africa, New Providence, Peru, or Pennsylvania! Run, neighbours, run, you're just in time to get a share In all the famous bubbles that amuse John Bull.

Few folks for news very anxious at this crisis are, For marriages, and deaths, and births, no thirst exists; All take the papers in, to find out what the prices are Of shares in this or that, upon the brokers' lists. The doctor leaves his patient, the pedagogue his Lexicon, For mines of Real Monte, or for those of Anglo-Mexican: E'en Chili bonds don't cool the rage, nor those still more romantic, sir, For new canals to join the seas, Pacific and Atlantic, sir. Run, neighbours, run, you're just in time to get a share In all the famous bubbles that amuse John Bull.

At home we have projects too for draining surplus capital, And honest Master Johnny of his cash to chouse; Tho' t'other day, Judge Abbott gave a rather sharpish slap at all, And Eldon launch'd his thunder from the Upper House. Investment banks to lend a lift to people who are undone-- Proposals for assurance--there's no end of that in London; And one amongst the number, who in Parliament now press their Bills, For lending cash at eight per cent. on coats and inexpressibles. Run, neighbours, run, you're just in time to get a share In all the famous bubbles that amuse John Bull.

No more with her bright pails the milkman's rosy daughter works, A Company must serve you now with milk and cream; Perhaps they've some connection with the advertising water-works, That promise to supply you from the limpid stream. Another body corporate would fain some pence and shillings get, By selling fish at Hungerford, and knocking up old Billingsgate; Another takes your linen, when it's dirty, to the suds, sir, And brings it home in carriages with four nice bits of blood, sir. Run, neighbours, run, you're just in time to get a share In all the famous bubbles that amuse John Bull.

When Greenwich coaches go by steam on roads of iron railing, sir, How pleasant it will be to see a dozen in a line; And ships of heavy burden over hills and valleys sailing, sir, Shall cross from Bristol's Channel to the Tweed or Tyne. And Dame Speculation, if she ever fully hath her ends, Will give us docks at Bermondsey, St. Saviour's, and St. Catherine's; While side-long bridges over mud shall fill the folks with wonder, sir, And lamp-light tunnels all day long, convey Cockneys under, sir. Run, neighbours, run, you're just in time to get a share In all the famous bubbles that amuse John Bull.

A tunnel underneath the sea, from Calais straight to Dover, sir, That qualmish folks may cross by land from shore to shore, With sluices made to drown the French, if e'er they would come over, sir, Has long been talk'd of, till at length 'tis thought a monstrous bore. Amongst the many scheming folks, I take it he's no ninny, sir, Who bargains with the Ashantees to fish the coast of Guinea, sir. For, secretly, 'tis known, that another brilliant view he has, Of lighting up the famous town of Timbuctoo with oil gas. Run, neighbours, run, you're just in time to get a share In all the famous bubbles that amuse John Bull.

Then a company is form'd, though not yet advertising, To build, upon a splendid scale, a large balloon, And send up tools and broken stones for fresh Mac-Adamizing The new discover'd turnpike-roads which cross the moon. But the most inviting scheme of all, is one proposed for carrying Large furnaces to melt the ice which hems poor Captain Parry in; They'll then have steam-boats twice a week to all the newly-seen land, And call for goods and passengers at Labrador and Greenland! Run, neighbours, run, you're just in time to get a share In all the famous bubbles that amuse John Bull.

THE GRAND REVOLUTION!

_Tune_--"The Tight Little Island."

"Ye Whigs, now attend, and list to a friend, If you value a free Constitution, Every nerve let us strain for the patriots of Spain, And cry up their brave Revolution. Huzza! for the brave Revolution! Success to the brave Revolution! We'll all to a man, bawl as loud as we can, Huzza! for the brave Revolution!

"When Boney invaded their country, and waded Through oceans of blood to make Joe king, We ne'er made a push, and cared not a rush If Spain had a king, or had no king: But then there was no Revolution! No enlightening, wise Revolution! They only fought then, for their king back again, And not for a brave Revolution!

"We once made a rout, most valiant and stout, For Naples to throw off her yoke, sirs, But Tories so wary, vow'd base Carbonari Were thieves, and their valour all smoke, sirs! To nought came their grand Revolution! Upset was their grand Revolution! Poor, thick-headed calves, they were rebels by halves And made nought of their grand Revolution!

"Then we spouted for weeks, in aid of the Greeks, But they proved rather lax in their works, sirs, For the brave Parguinotes, in cutting of throats, Excell'd e'en the murderous Turks, sirs; So we gave up the Greek Revolution, None thought of the Greek Revolution, Folks cared not a straw whether Turkish Bashaw Ruled the roast--or the Greek Revolution.

"But Spain, with true bravery, spurning her slavery, Vows she'll have freedom, or die now, And all that she'll need will be trifles indeed, Such as arms, ammunition, and rhino! Success to her brave resolutions! And just to collect contributions, At dinner we'll meet in Bishopsgate-street, In aid of her brave resolutions!"

So to feasting they went, on a Friday in Lent, And muster'd what forces they could, sirs; There was Duke San Lorenzo, with plenty of friends, O, Great Sussex, and Alderman Wood, sirs! The Spaniards push'd hard their petition For money to buy ammunition, But they met with a balk, for Whigs are all talk, With nought else would they help their petition.

They didn't ask Hume, for fear, in a fume, At the cost of the war he'd be nibbling, So they left him to fight in the Commons all night, With Palmerston's estimates quibbling. He there with much circumlocution, Moved many a wise resolution, While the still wiser Whigs were feasting like pigs, In the cause of the grand Revolution!

Don Holland of Kensington, while his Whig friends in town, Grand tavern-speeches were planning, Wrote a note just to tell the brave Arguelles How much wiser the Whigs are than Canning. "All England one feeling displays, sir, Never mind what the Minister says, sir! At him you may hoot--and the Council to boot, For England is all in a blaze, sir!"

As the Whigs had for years rung peace in our ears, When for war the whole nation did burn, sirs, 'Twould surely be hard, if they now were debarr'd From crying for war in their turn, sirs! So Mackintosh made an oration, As bold as a war proclamation, Then finish'd his boast, with this apposite toast, "May peace be preserved to the nation!"

Then leave 'em to prate, and spout, and debate, We all know there's nought but a show meant; Let 'em blow hot and cold--be shy, or be bold, As the humour prevails at the moment: Let 'em cry up the grand Revolution! The gallant and brave Revolution! And all to a man--bawl as loud as they can, "Huzza! for the brave Revolution!"

THIS IMITATION OF BUNBURY'S "LITTLE GREY MAN,"

Preserved among the Tales of Wonder, is, without permission, inscribed to a Major-General of the British Army, Knight Commander of the Order of the Bath, Agent for the Ionian Islands, and a Pensioner of the present Administration, &c., &c., &c.

Oh! deep was the sorrow, and sad was the day, When death took our gracious old Monarch away, And gave us a Queen, lost to honour and fame, Whose manners are folly, whose conduct is shame; Who with aliens and vagabonds long having stroll'd, Soon caught up their morals, loose, brazen, and bold.

She had traversed the globe in all quarters, to show To what depth of debasement a Princess could go; And with front unabash'd, when her guilt was display'd, The altar insulted with impious parade; Whilst sick with disgust at a scene so profane, Not one decent female would move in her train.

She paid a vile rabble to shout round her car, Her teachers, so pious, were Fellowes and Parr; Her councillors, Aldermen Waithman and Wood, Could she find nothing worse? She might try if she could. Abroad there was nothing more low than her groom, At home there are Wilson, Moore, Hobhouse, and Hume.

Oh! what will the rancour of party not do! Ye Howards and Russells, this sigh is for you! To an union so base can ye bend your proud will? Yes, great though the peril, unmeasured the ill, Through the country delusion and clamour must ring, And your rivals to strike, you must menace your King.

In Suffolk, to aid in so loyal a plan, From Mildenhall upstarts a little dark man; His hue it was bilious, his eyes they were ghast, Long and pale were his fingers that held a quill fast, And grimly he scowl'd, whilst his rancour and spleen Distill'd in a spurious Address to the Queen.

How spotless and pure was this paragon shown! How safe, through its friends, an attack on the Throne, Their motives were wicked, their actions were base;-- Some wonder'd, no doubt, at so alter'd a case, Who cannot forget, though 'tis plain that _he_ can, The favours they heap'd on this dark little man.

From childhood the imp in the Palace was rear'd, Its bounties his parents, his kindred all shared; With rapid advancement, too rapid by half, He outstripp'd the foremost of line or of staff; But soon from the chances of service withdrew, With the profits and safety of office in view.

To Liverpool, Bathurst, and colleagues he bow'd; He courted their smiles, and attachment he vow'd; Obtain'd a snug place, with the means to do ill, To some who despised, but remember it still: He was fearlessly trusted, and laugh'd in his sleeve-- "Those you mean to betray you must ever deceive."

Indulged by his patrons, the confident elf, No talent imagined except in himself; Of the merits of others a censor severe, Even Wellington might not escape from his sneer; But they trusted him still, not suspecting his plan, Ah, little they knew of the dark little man!

Next a General's apparel he put on, so new, The coat of fine scarlet, the facings of blue, With gold all embroider'd so costly; and last The loop with the plume that waved high in the blast, 'Twould have vex'd you at heart, if such sights ever can, To have gazed on the dizen'd-out little dark man.