From among the throng bless'd, all full dress'd, in a Field Marshal's uniform, Rose one, with a bow serene, who, aloft, took his station; Before him the others crouch'd down, all inclining in concert, Bent like a bull-rush sea, with a wide and a manifold motion: There he stood in the midst alone; and in front was the presence, With periwig curling and gay, and a swallow-cut coat-tail. Hear ye of long ears! Lo! in that place was _Canning_, He who strengthens the Church and State, with his Manton's hair-triggers, And sneers on his lips, and eyes leering, and _rupturous_ speeches; With him Fletcher Franklin I saw, and Sir Robert, my namesake, Worthy the name! even Baker, Sir Robert, of Bow-street; And Gifford, with face made of lachrymose, savage and feeble, Who delighteth with Croker to cut up men, women, and young men, And therefore did Hazlitt cut him up, and so he stood mangled. There, too, brocaded and satin'd, stood smiling and bowing, With Court-mask'd appearance, the Fearful One, him of Triangle! And there, too, the Foolish one, far-conscienced, the Doctor! And I saw in the vision, the Generals, Sol. and Attorney; And Sacchi, was there too and him surnamed _Non mi Ricordo_; And Mad'moiselle Dæmon, and Barbara Kress, and Rastelli; And Mister, and Mister-ess Jessop, and eke the Miss Jessups; And Mar-Ai' H--, and M-ss C-m, also; And Mrs. Fitz--t, and C--ch; and in sooth all the Beauties Of the 'Georgian age,' except Robinson Mary, Whom great G. first sent to the D--, and little G. after, Namely Gifford, who smote at her sorely, yea, ev'n at her crutches, So that she fell in her grave, and said, 'Cover me kind earth!' And the great minded Cl---- was there, looking like to Behemoth; And the Lauderdale disinterested, great Scotch standard-bearer, And there, too, the king's much-conspired-against-stationer, King, stood, The Lord Mayor of Dublin, who sendeth his Majesty's whiskey; And the Members of Orange Clubs all, anti-Irish shullelahs; And a heav'nly assembly of parsons, some, lately, expectant-- Parson Hey? Parson B. called, otherwise, Parson Black-cow, divine brute! Parson C. alias Croly, or Crawley, or Coronaroly, Who putteth forth innocent pamphlet? on pure coronations, Expecteth Milleniums, and laudeth the Blackguard of Blackwood's, And looketh both lofty and slavish, a dreaminess high-nosed, As if he had, under the chin been, by worshipful men, chuck'd; And great Parson Eat--n V--slone, who'd swallow any thing surely; And the _Manchester Yeomanry Cavalry_, riding down women; And Alderman Atkins, with Curtis, that big belly-gerent; And Flower, and Bridges, C. Smith, and the rest of the Bridge Gang; All cloth'd for the heav'nly occasion in their best Indictments! And there all the Lottery-contractors, and such like, were also; And there {240}Mr. Strong-i-th'-arm, his Majesty's Seal-Engraver, was also; And they all who forged, lo! the French Assignats, were there also;