His widow’d mourner flies to poison’s aid, Eager to join her LOUVET’S parted shade In those bright realms where sainted lovers stray, But harsh emetics tear that hope away.[317] 280 Yet hapless LOUVET! where thy bones are laid, The easy nymphs shall consecrate the shade.[318] There in the laughing morn of genial spring, Unwedded pairs shall tender couplets sing; Eringoes o’er the hallow’d spot shall bloom, And flies of Spain buzz softly round the tomb.[319] But hold, severer virtue claims the Muse— ROLAND the just, with ribands in his shoes—[320] And ROLAND’S spouse, who paints with chaste delight The doubtful conflict of her nuptial night;— 290 Her virgin charms what fierce attacks assail’d, And how the rigid Minister[321] prevail’d. And ah! what verse can grace thy stately mien, Guide of the world, preferment’s golden queen, NECKAR’S fair daughter,—STAEL the Epicene! Bright o’er whose flaming cheek and pumple[322] nose The bloom of young desire unceasing glows! Fain would the Muse—but ah! she dares no more, A mournful voice from lone _Guyana’s_ shore,[323] Sad QUATREMER-the bold presumption checks, 300 Forbid to question thy ambiguous sex. To thee, proud BARRAS bows;—thy charms control REWBELL’S brute rage, and MERLIN’S subtle soul; Rais’d by thy hands, and fashion’d to thy will, Thy power, thy guiding influence, governs still, Where at the blood-stain’d board expert he plies, The lame artificer of fraud and lies; He with the mitred head and cloven heel;— Doom’d the coarse edge of REWBELL’S jests to feel;[324] To stand the playful buffet, and to hear 310 The frequent ink-stand whizzing past his ear; While all the five Directors laugh to see “The limping priest so deft at his new ministry”.[325] Last of th’ ANOINTED FIVE behold, and least, The Directorial LAMA, Sovereign Priest,— LEPAUX;—whom atheists worship;—at whose nod Bow their meek heads _the Men without a God_.[326] Ere long, perhaps, to this astonish’d isle, Fresh from the shores of subjugated _Nile_, Shall BUONAPARTE’S victor fleet protect 320 The genuine Theo-Philanthropic sect,— The sect of MARAT, MIRABEAU, VOLTAIRE,— Led by their Pontiff, good LA RÉVEILLÈRE. Rejoiced our CLUBS shall greet him, and install The holy Hunchback in thy dome, _St. Paul_! While countless votaries, thronging in his train, Wave their red caps, and hymn this jocund strain:— “_Couriers and Stars_, Sedition’s evening host, Thou _Morning Chronicle_ and _Morning Post_, Whether ye make the Rights of Man your theme, 330 Your country libel, and your God blaspheme, Or dirt on private worth and virtue throw, Still, blasphemous or blackguard, praise LEPAUX!