So to feasting they went, on a Friday in Lent, And muster'd what forces they could, sirs; There was Duke San Lorenzo, with plenty of friends, O, Great Sussex, and Alderman Wood, sirs! The Spaniards push'd hard their petition For money to buy ammunition, But they met with a balk, for Whigs are all talk, With nought else would they help their petition. They didn't ask Hume, for fear, in a fume, At the cost of the war he'd be nibbling, So they left him to fight in the Commons all night, With Palmerston's estimates quibbling. He there with much circumlocution, Moved many a wise resolution, While the still wiser Whigs were feasting like pigs, In the cause of the grand Revolution! Don Holland of Kensington, while his Whig friends in town, Grand tavern-speeches were planning, Wrote a note just to tell the brave Arguelles How much wiser the Whigs are than Canning. "All England one feeling displays, sir, Never mind what the Minister says, sir! At him you may hoot--and the Council to boot, For England is all in a blaze, sir!" As the Whigs had for years rung peace in our ears, When for war the whole nation did burn, sirs, 'Twould surely be hard, if they now were debarr'd From crying for war in their turn, sirs! So Mackintosh made an oration, As bold as a war proclamation, Then finish'd his boast, with this apposite toast, "May peace be preserved to the nation!" Then leave 'em to prate, and spout, and debate, We all know there's nought but a show meant; Let 'em blow hot and cold--be shy, or be bold, As the humour prevails at the moment: Let 'em cry up the grand Revolution! The gallant and brave Revolution! And all to a man--bawl as loud as they can, "Huzza! for the brave Revolution!" THIS IMITATION OF BUNBURY'S "LITTLE GREY MAN," Preserved among the Tales of Wonder, is, without permission, inscribed to a Major-General of the British Army, Knight Commander of the Order of the Bath, Agent for the Ionian Islands, and a Pensioner of the present Administration, &c., &c., &c. Oh! deep was the sorrow, and sad was the day, When death took our gracious old Monarch away, And gave us a Queen, lost to honour and fame, Whose manners are folly, whose conduct is shame; Who with aliens and vagabonds long having stroll'd, Soon caught up their morals, loose, brazen, and bold. She had traversed the globe in all quarters, to show To what depth of debasement a Princess could go; And with front unabash'd, when her guilt was display'd, The altar insulted with impious parade; Whilst sick with disgust at a scene so profane, Not one decent female would move in her train.