But I hope by this time He’ll confess ’twas a crime To abet such a damnable crew; Whose petition was drawn By Alcoran Vane, Or else by Corbet the Jew. {67} By it you may know What the Rump meant to do, And what a religion to frame; So ’twas time for St George That Rump to disgorge, And to send it from whence it first came; Then drive the cold winter away. A NEW-YEAR’S GIFT FOR THE RUMP. (January 1659–60.)—From a broadside, vol. xv. in the King’s Pamphlets. “The condition of the State was thus: viz. the Rump, after being disturbed by my Lord Lambert, was lately returned to sit again. The officers of the army all forced to yield. Lawson lies still in the river, and Monk is with his army in Scotland. Only my Lord Lambert is not yet come in to the Parliament, nor is it expected that he will without being forced to it. The new Common Council of the city do speak very high; and had sent to Monk their sword-bearer to acquaint him with their desires for a free and full Parliament, which is at present the desires, and the hopes, and the expectations of all. Twenty-two of the old secluded members having been at the House-door the last week to demand entrance, but it was denied them; and it is believed that neither they nor the people will be satisfied till the House be filled.” Pepys’ Diary, January, 1660. YOU may have heard of the politique snout, Or a tale of a tub with the bottom out, But scarce of a Parliament in a dirty clout, Which no body can deny. ’Twas Atkins {68} first served this Rump in with mustard— The sauce was a compound of courage and custard; Sir Vane bless’d the creature, Noll snuffled and bluster’d, Which no body can deny. The right was as then in old Oliver’s nose; But when the Devil of that did dispose, It descended from thence to the Rump in the close, Which no body can deny. Nor is it likely there to stay long, The retentive faculties being gone, The juggle is stale, and money there’s none, Which no body can deny. The secluded members made a trial To enter, but them the Rump did defy all By the ordinance of self-denial, Which no body can deny. Our politique doctors do us teach That a blood-sucking red-coat’s as good as a leech To relieve the head, if applied to the breech, Which no body can deny. But never was such a worm as Vane; When the State scour’d last, it voided him then, Yet now he’s crept into the Rump again, Which no body can deny. Ludlow’s f— was a prophetique trump {69} (There never was anything so jump), ’Twas the very type of a vote of this Rump, Which no body can deny.