He is filled with the deadliest rage by the encreasing growth of the _pop'lar Tree_S:-- THAT TREE, beneath whose shade the Sons of Men Shall 'pitch their tenta in peace. ----Brissot murder'd, and the blameless wife Of Roland! Martyr'd patriots, spirits pure, Wept by the good, ye fell! Yet still survives, Sown by your toil, and by your blood manured, The imperishable TREE; and still its roots Spread, and strike deep. ---- Southey's Joan of Arc, b. iii. His existence is drawing to a close. It has been ascertained that the way of putting him _quietly_ out of the world is by a consisting of the _four and twenty letters_ * of the alphabet, properly _composed_, made up in certain _forms_, covered with sheets of white _paper_. and well _worked_ in a _Columbian_ Press. These Papers are to be _forced down his throat_ {113}daily, _morning and evening_, and on every _seventh_ day a _double_ dose should be administered. The operation is accelerated by the powerful _exhibition_ of the Wood Draughts. In a short time his teeth will fall out--he will be seized with catalepsy--in the last stage of mortification, _he will_ sting himself _to death_;--and all mankind, relieved from the deadened atmosphere under which they had been _gasping_, will make the first use of their _recovered breath_, to raise an universal shout of joy at the extinction of THE LEGITIMATE VAMPIRE. * Philostratus relates that the Indians destroy the most monstrous serpent by spreading _golden_ letters, on a field of _red_, before his hole. They dazzle and confound him, and he is taken without difficulty. [Illustration: 121] These Lords of pray'r and prey--that _band_, of Kings, That Royal, rav'ning BEAST, whose vampire wings O'er sleeping Europe treacherously brood, And fan her into dreams of promised good, Of Hope, of Freedom--but to drain her blood! Moore. The End. CATALOGUE {114} [Illustration: 122] {115} [Illustration: 123] {116} [Illustration: 124] {117} THE MAN IN THE MOON, "If Caesar can hide the Sun with a blanket, or put the Moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light."--Cymbeline. With Fifteen Cuts. [Illustration: 125] {118} ------"Is there not Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the men Who owe their greatness to their country's ruin {120} Dedicated [Illustration: 127] THE MAN IN THE MOON, A SPEECH FROM THE THRONE, TO THE SENATE OF LUNATARIA [Illustration: 128] INTRODUCTION. I lately dream'd that, in a huge balloon, All silk and gold, I journey'd to the Moon, Where the same objects seem'd to meet my eyes That I had lately left below the skies; {121}