As the Devil thro’ Paris one Day took a Walk, BUONAPARTE he met,--and they both had some Talk; Great Hero, says _Satan_, pray how do you do? I am well, cried the Consul, my Service to you. _Derry down, down, down, derry down!_ What News do you bring from your Empire below, How is OLIVER CROMWELL? But very so, so! I fancy he envies your _glories_ so great; For he vows he ne’er reigned in such Splendor and State-- Derry down, &c. Tho’ he often exerted himself in _my_ Cause, Still Britons from him, had some excellent Laws; How much below yours all his Merits must fall, Who rules this _Republic_ without Laws at all!!! Derry down, &c. ALEXANDER, and CÆSAR, fine Heroes in Story, Are jealous, I know, of your Deeds, and your Glory; Tho’ they push’d thro’ the Globe all their Conquests pell mell, And rul’d _Monarchs_ on Earth, now they’re _Subjects_ in Hell. Derry down, &c. ’Bout Religion at Rome you once made a great Pother, Have pulled down one _Pope_, and then set up another! In _Egypt_ I’ve heard of your _wonderful_ Works, How Mahomet you worshipp’d, to flatter the Turks! Derry down, &c. The Deeds you there acted with _Poison_ and Ire, On my Realms are recorded in Letters of Fire; Not an _Imp_ in my Service, but boasts of your Fame, And ‘grins, horribly’ grins--when he mentions your name. Derry down, &c. You boast much, dear CONSUL, of Liberty’s Tree, You say that the _Dutch_ and the _Swiss_ are quite free! If such Freedom as this to give Britain’s your aim, Try your skill, that I soon to yourself may lay claim! Derry down, &c. When the Time shall arrive that’s determin’d by Fate-- That you quit for INVASION your Consular Seat; Fear not--if bold Britons should prove your o’erthrow, You’re sure of a _Seat_ in my Kingdom below! Derry down, &c. [Illustration: DEATH OF THE CORSICAN FOX.] Gillray (July 20, 1803) produced the ‘Death of the Corsican Fox--Scene, the last of the Royal Hunt,’ in which George III. holding his horse’s bridle, with one hand holds up the Corsican Fox, to throw to his hounds, St. Vincent, Nelson, Sydney Smith, Gardner, Cornwallis, and others--shouting merrily, meanwhile, ‘Tally ho! Tally ho! ho! ho! ho!’ CHAPTER XXX. INVASION SQUIBS, CONTINUED--BONAPARTE’S TEN COMMANDMENTS, ETC. THE NEW MOSES OR BONAPARTE’S TEN COMMANDMENTS. _Translated from a French Manuscript_, BY SOLIMAN THE TRAVELLER.