("AIR, Lanterna Magka.) Whene'er with aching eyes I view The troublers of the nation, I find them one conspiring crew,-- The Bridge-street Gang--the Constitu- tional Association-- tional Association. Slop's venom, of high Tory blue, The Stuart royal fashion, In secret gave the poison to The daggers of the Constitu- tional Association-- tional Association. Forth from his Slop-pail swift he flew, In dread of moderation, Assassins' knives to cowards threw, And call'd the Gang the Constitu- tional Association-- tional Association. I, who when wild his Curses flew, Gave him his appellation, * Would force him into light, in du- ty to unmask his Constitu- tional Association-- tional Association. Against me if his Slop-pail brew, For that high designation, I spurn his Slop-pail, spurn him too, And scorn his Gang, the Constitu- tional Association-- tional Association. Until a fouler opportu- nity, a filthier still occasion, He'll empt' his dirty Slop-pail gru- el, through his sink-hole Constitu- tional Association. - tional Association. But should he shrink from public view, Or sculk with mean evasion, I'll lash the knave and all his crew-- Slop and his Gajjg, the Constitu- tional Association-- tional Association. {210} [Illustration: 218] {211} [Illustration: 219] DR. SLOP'S OBSCENITY.