Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin: Comprising the Celebrated Political and Satirical Poems, of the Rt. Hons. G. Canning, John Hookham Frere, W. Pitt, the Marquis Wellesley, G. Ellis, W. Gifford, the Earl of Carlisle, and Others.
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Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin: Comprising the Celebrated Political and Satirical Poems, of the Rt. Hons. G. Canning, John Hookham Frere, W. Pitt, the Marquis Wellesley, G. Ellis, W. Gifford, the Earl of Carlisle, and Others.
English poetry; France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Poetry; Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1789-1820
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The following Song is recommended to be sung at all _Convivial_
Meetings, convened for the purpose of opposing the Assessed-Tax Bill.
The correspondent who has transmitted it to us informs us that he has
tried it with great success among many of his well-disposed neighbours,
who had been at first led to apprehend that the 1–20th part of their
income was too great a sacrifice for the preservation of the remainder
of their property from French Confiscation.
You have heard of REWBELL,[33]
That demon of hell,
And of BARRAS, his brother Director;
Of the canting LEPAUX,
And that scoundrel MOREAU,
Who betray’d his old friend and protector.
Would you know how these friends,
For their own private ends,
Would subvert our Religion and Throne?—
Do you doubt of their skill
To change Laws at their will?—
You shall hear how they treated their own.
’Twas their pleasure to look,
In a little blue book,
At the Code of their famed legislation,
That with truth they might say,
In the space of one day
They had broke every Law of the Nation.
The first law that they see,
Is “_the Press shall be free_!”
The next is “_the Trial by Jury_”:
Then, “_the People’s free Choice_”;
Then, “_the Members’ free Voice_”—
When REWBELL exclaim’d in a fury—
“On a method we’ll fall
For infringing them all—
We’ll seize on each Printer and Member:
No period so fit
For a desperate hit,
As our bloody month of _September_.
“We’ll annul each election
Which wants our correction,
And name our own creatures instead.
When once we’ve our will,
No blood we will spill,
(But let CARNOT be knock’d on the head).
“To _Rochefort_ we’ll drive
Our victims alive,
And as soon as on board we have got ’em,
Since we destine the ship
For no more than one trip,
We can just make a hole in the bottom.
“By this excellent plan,
On the _true Rights of Man_,
When we’ve founded our _fifth Revolution_,
Though _England’s_ our foe,
An army shall go
To _improve_ HER corrupt Constitution.
“We’ll address to the Nation
A fine Proclamation
With offers of friendship so warm:
Who can give BUONAPARTE
A welcome so hearty
As the friends of a THOROUGH REFORM?”
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