There's stultified Hume, Who (some people assume) Is an excellent arithmetician, Began as a Tory,-- But honour and glory Soon gave such an ass his dismission; Now Joe was a sort of physician, But being no frequent practician, For want of another Dissected his brother, Though the corps made a strong Opposition. There's the new _rara avis_, The once Colonel Davis, Now Statesman as much as Tactician, He seems to presume To emulate Hume, But, in truth, there is no competition; For Davis sold out his commission-- But Hume's more plebeian ambition Is cribbing the winnings Of Constantine Jennings, The hopes of the whole Opposition. Lord Althorpe, who bent His way beyond Trent To challenge a hostile collision, At Ferrybridge found He might choose his own ground, And therefore abandon'd his mission; Then--aware of the force of derision, He spoke on some turnpike petition, And explain'd, without end, How he and his friend Return'd to rejoin Opposition. There's that little thing Bennet-- Once turn'd from the Senate, On poor Tyrwhit Jones's petition, The quack, from whom they, Doom'd to Botany Bay, So justly expect manumission. For think what would be his condition, If laws were to have no remission; For, if folks don't tell fibs, Messrs. Howard and Gibbs Have claims on this pure Opposition. The Grosvenor-gate fillies May rail at Achilles, And blush at his naked condition, But Nugent's tight dress,-- Which we can't well express,-- Is, to us, a more gross exposition. But strange are the freaks of ambition; Which, when a man once sets his wish on, If his head chance to fail, He must try how his tail Can give weight to a light Opposition. There's Williams and Scarlett, Who spoke for "The Harlot," With airs like the Greek Rhetorician; Williams knows some small Greek, But Scarlett can't speak Plain English, without much tuition:[26] In Cambridge, his great erudition Stands as high as Lord Byron's Politian! "Naked feet, naked feet" Will kick through the street Fat Scarlett and his Opposition.