Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. III
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Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. III
Parodies
Here B――rd――tt retires, from his rows to relax,
The scourge of all kings and the king of all quacks.
O come, ye quack scribblers, and patriots by trade;
Come and weep o’er the spot where your member is laid!
When, dreading the Tow’r, he distracted the town,
I fear’d for its safety, I fear’d for my own;
But wanting the aid of this giant detractor,
The press may yet cease its unclean manufacture;
The lightnings of G――rr――w may slumber at length,
And the thunder-toned justice of Ell――nb’r――gh’s strength;
The Whites[14] and the Hunts[14] shall desist from sedition,
No leader remaining to spur their ambition;
Pale Envy her taper shall quench to a spark,
And C――bb――tt meet W――thm――n, and wail in the dark!
Here sleeps my Lord Gr――nv――lle, describe him who can,
A compression of all that was solid in man.
For bottom, confess’d without rival to shine:
For head, if not first, in the very first line,
Yet, with pow’rs thus confess’d, and a lofty condition,
He was duped by his own over-weening ambition;
Like Satan of old from authority fell,
And left service in Heaven for empire in Hell.
In foreign concerns he was skill’d to a wonder:
’Twas only at home he was fated to blunder:
For, straining too far to secure the command,
He cut off all hope from himself and his band,
Invited to pow’r, yet too proud to come in,
Unless he could storm what ’twas easy to win.
He cast his old friends, as a huntsman his pack――
But found not the secret to whistle them back,
He loved popularity, swallow’d what came,
And the puffs of the papers he fancied was fame;
Till the fall of his cabinet humbled their tone,
And the shouts of their extacy died in a groan.
Long lauded by Journals and minor Reviews,
He paid for their praises by sending them news.
Pamphlet-writers! Reporters! and Critics so grave!
What a commerce was yours, while you got and you gave!
How aptly, on _both_ sides, the eulogy fitted,
When you were be-Junius’d, and he was be-Pitted;
But peace to his errors, whatever his fate,
For his former deserts had been many and great:
The measures of Pitt, as matured by his skill,
Shall plead his apology, happen what will;
His lore and his science shall Shelburne approve,
And Windham and Burke be his colleagues above.
Here Cr――k――r reclines, a most smart, clever creature,
And ev’n opposition allow him good nature.
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