"With AVITO HONORE would Wortley turn tail, To his PRAESTO ET PERSTO is Binning untrue? Could the SPERNO TIMERE of Somerset quail, Or a Ripon with treachery blot FOY EST TOUT? Could the princely Buccleuch Stoop the star-spangled blue Of his Bellenden banner when Leaguers came on? Proved the Lion a jest On great Wellington's crest? Did his VIRTUS exude at the shriek of Lord John? VII. "Arthur falter'd?--I'll swallow such inpudent flams When the ears of the sow yield us purses of silk; When there's no Devil's Dust in the Cotton Lord's shams, And the truck-master's pail holds unmystified milk. Not a Tory, I swear, Will be forced to declare In the face of the Nation's assembled Senatus. That from duty he shrunk, Or once felt in a funck About Cobden, and Bright, and some rotten potatoes! VIII. "We shall see them again, even now or erelong, Upon Wisdom and Equity taking their stand, Calm, able, and upright, harmonious, and strong, In peace and prosperity ruling the land. Firm, faithful, and free? What they say they will do-- No Right unprotected, no Wrong unredress'd; While writers of Letters And all their abettors Stand in swaggering impotence caught and confess'd." THE CRISIS.