'Tis my most anxious wish, now we're at peace, That all internal discontents should cease-- T' accomplish which I see no better way Than putting one-eyed pensioners on full pay. {130} 'The body of the people, I do think, are loyal still,' But pray, My L--ds and G--tl--n, don't shrink From exercising all your care and skill, Here, and at home, TO CHECK THE CIRCULATION [Illustration: 138] OF LITTLE BOOKS, Whose very looks-- Vile '_two-p'nny trash_,' bespeak abomination. Oh! they are full of blasphemies and libels, And people read them oftener than their bibles. {131} Go H--df----t, Y--rm--th, C--le--gh, and C--nil--g Go, and be planning, Within your virtuous minds, what best will answer To save _our_ morals from this public cancer; Go and impress, my friends, upon all classes, From sleek-fac'd Swindlers down to half-starv'd Asses, 'That, from religious principles alone,' (_Dont be such d----d fools as to blab your own_) Temperance, chasteness, conjugal attention-- With other virtues that I need not mention-- And from subordination, and respect, To every knave in robes of office deck'd-- 'Can they expect to gain divine protection' And save their sinful bodies from dissection! {132} His Highness ceased-- The dissonance of Babel Rose from the motley Moonitarian rabble: The yell of loyalty-- the dungeon groan-- The shriek of woe-- the starving infant's moan The brazen trumpets' note-- the din of war-- The shouts of freemen rising from afar-- Darted in horrid discord through my brain:-- I woke, and found myself on Earth again. [Illustration: 140] {133} THE RIGHT DIVINE OF KINGS TO GOVERN WRONG! Dedicated to the Holy Alliance By The Author Of The Political House That Jack Built. [Illustration: 141] {135] Dedication. TO THE VISIBLE AND INVISIBLE MEMBERS OF THE HOLY ALLIANCE. May it please your Holinesses, When a gang of desperate ruffians disguise themselves, and take the road armed, it is a sure sign of robbery and murder; and it becomes the duty of an honest man to raise a _hue and cry_, and describe the villains. With that view, I dedicate to you this little book; in the hope, that some who understand the _dead_ lan-guage of Despotism, may be induced to translate it into the _living_ tongues of the good people of the Continent. I pray God to take your Royalty into his immediate keeping. {136} O! Dulness, if thy sons can learn one thing, Teach but that one, sufficient for a King;