She threatens returning--they then try to bribe her! The bullies turn slaves, and, in meanness, fawn on her: They feel her contempt, and they vow her dishonour; But she 'steers her own course,' comes indignantly over, And the shouts of the nation salute her at Dover! {039} [Illustration: 047] CONSTERNATION. Ah, what was that groan!-- 'twas the Head of the Church, When he found she was come-- for he dreaded a search Into what _he_'d been doing: and sorely afraid, for What _she_ might find out, cried '_I'll not have her pray'd for'_; And the B------ps, obeying their _pious_ Head, care took That the name of his wife should be out of the prayer book! A BURNING SHAME!" {040} [Illustration: 048] ACCUSATION. On searching for precedents, much to their dread, They found that they could n't well cut off her head; {041} And the 'House of Incurables' raised a 'Report' She was not a fit person to live in _his_ Court. How like an OLD CHARLEY they then made him stand, In his lanthorn a _leech_, the 'Report' in his hand. 'Good folks be so good as not go near that door 'For, though my own wife, she _is_--I could say more 'But it's all in this _Bag_, and there'll be a fine pother, 'I shall get rid of her, and I'll then get another!' Yet he thought, to himself,-- 'twas a thought most distressing,-- 'If _she_ should discover I've been M--ch--ss--g, 'There's an end of the whole! D----rs C-ns, of course, 'If _my own_ hands are dirty, won't grant a D------ce!' He tried to look wise, but he only look'd wild; The women laugh'd out, and the grave even smiled: The old frown'd upon him--the children made sport, And his wife held her _ridicule_ at his 'Report'! Moral. _Be warn'd by his fate Married, single, and all; Ye elderly Gentlemen, Pity his fall!_ {042} [Illustration: 050] PUBLICATION. As yon bright orb, that vivifies our ball, Sees through our system, and illumines all; {043} So, sees and shines, our Moral Sun, The Press, Alike to vivify the mind, and bless; Sees the rat _Leech_ turn towards Milan's walls, 'Till the black slime betrays him as he crawls;' Sees, from that recreant, vile, and eunuch-land, Where felon-perjurers hold their market-stand, _Cooke_, with his 'cheek of parchment, eye of stone,' Get up the evidence, to go well down; Sees who, with eager hands, the Green Bag cram, And warns the nation of the frightful flam;