Sadler had a really perilous voyage, for the network of his balloon got out of order and the balloon nearly collapsed; in fact, it was only saved by his hanging on to the pipe of the balloon: then, wanting to descend, the valve would not work because it was frozen, and, when it did work, did not let out the gas fast enough, and would have carried him into the river, at Sea Reach, had he not cut a gash in the balloon, and landed in Mucking Marshes, on the Essex Coast, sixteen miles below Gravesend. There was a metrical account of this fête, which shows the popular feeling on the subject, which was called "THE REGENT'S REMONSTRANCE TO JOHN BULL. Oh, JOHNNY, most ungrateful JOHNNY! But just escap'd from fangs of BONEY, You still must growl and grumble; The peace just made, and all things right, The bread quite cheap, and taxes light, And I, your servant humble. What would you have? You growling elf, You think of nothing but yourself; Nay, show your teeth,--you cannot bite, What could be done for love or money, All that is comical or funny, Has been my study and delight. Your peevish humours to destroy all, Did I not ask the Allies Royal To come to London here to see you? And did you not, for days and nights, Stare yourself almost blind with sights? I'd fain, I vow, twice _double d_ ye. Then to add further to your glee, I give you a grand Jubilee, 'Cause we have reigned a hundred years; I put my hands in both your pockets, And, in return, you've Congreve's rockets, And booths for all your pretty dears. Besides, if you were not a lout, You'd smile to see the roundabout,[32] And all the pretty pictures in it; With all the fireworks blazing forth! Some east, some west, some south, some north, And pop-guns bursting every minute. Why, surely, JOHN, you 'gin to dote, Come, take a ride in this cock boat! See how it _floats_ on _real_ water! A race! A race! I vow there is! I see a smile upon your phiz, I'll go and call my _vife_ and _darter_! Nay, patience, JOHNNY, do not fidget, You have not seen our little bridge yet, And _top on_ it the grand _Pagoda_; Then, whilst you're walking on the lawn, You'll bless the day when you were born, To see such sights, and call for soda. Come, take another walk with me, To view the ships upon the sea, I mean the Carlton--Hyde Park ocean; Full twenty vessels _of the line_ Now sail upon the Serpentine, To give of _Nile_ a brilliant notion! But see! they're close engaged in battle, Hark! how the thund'ring cannons rattle! A broadside now from _Victory_! Behold the shade of Nelson rise! Would he were here to _feast_ his eyes, And grace the days of _Regency_!