Quite divine Peregrine, Never shall we see his mate; Fun and flams, Epigrams, Leering, lying, Versifying, Nodding, noting, Quibbling, quoting, ‘Thief!’ and ‘Bore!’ ‘Lie!’ no more-- How I love a loud debate!” Then up gets the glory of us and our story, Who does all by logic and rule, Who can tell the true diff’rence ’twixt twopence and threepence, And prove Adam Smith quite a fool. [17]“Mr. President,--I had intended to have addressed the meeting at considerable length, but as the ground I meant to occupy has been entirely and successfully anticipated by my honourable friends, I shall not dwell upon the crying and terrible demand there is for Parliamentary Reform, but shall confine my observations to the existing aggression of France upon Spain. For it is not so much the question whether France or Spain shall be victorious; it is not so much the question whether that ‘alter Achilles,’ the Duke d’Angoulême, with his miserable and half-starved myrmidons, or General Mina and his patriots, shall be vanquished; the question is, whether the nefarious and accursed principles of foreign aggression and tyranny, the principles of despotism and usurpation, shall triumph eternally over the principles of freedom; whether worse than Scythian ignorance and barbarism shall crush the progress of science and enlightened understanding; whether that holy knot of confederated despots (who I trust in heaven will ere long meet their well-earned reward of the halter)--whether they are to dictate laws and constitutions to the rest of mankind; whether that hellish power which has crushed the freedom and trampled on the genius of Italy shall crush the freedom and trample on the genius of the rest of the world; whether we, who boast ourselves freeborn Englishmen, shall tamely look on and see the rights of nations and the rights of man assaulted and violated; whether we are to listen with submission and humility to the insolent decrees of the Autocrat of the Russias; whether we are to cringe and subscribe to the proclamation of a semi-barbarian who dares to issue his mandate to the world--a mandate which is nothing but an ignorant tissue of Syrio-Calmuc jargon and cacophony.” But Lord! Sir, you ask a more difficult task That aught in the son-shop of Burchill, If you ask me to dish up, like many a Bishop, The eminent words of the Church-ill!