‘But ’tis the fall degrades her to a whore: Let greatness own her, and she’s mean no more. Her birth, her beauty, crowds and courts confess; Chaste matrons praise her, and grave bishops bless: In golden chains the willing world she draws, And her’s the Gospel is, and her’s the Laws; Mounts the tribunal, lifts her scarlet head, And sees pale virtue carted in her stead. Lo! at the wheels of her triumphal car, Old England’s genius, rough with many a scar, Dragg’d in the dust! his arms hang idly round, His flag inverted trails along the ground: Our youth, all liveried o’er with foreign gold, Before her dance, behind her crawl the old! See thronging millions to the Pagod run, And offer country, parent, wife, or son! Hear her black trumpet thro’ the land proclaim, That _not to be corrupted, is the shame_. In soldier, churchman, patriot, man in power, ’Tis avarice all, ambition is no more! See all our nobles begging to be slaves! See all our fools aspiring to be knaves! All, all look up with reverential awe At crimes that ‘scape or triumph o’er the law; While truth, worth, wisdom daily they decry: “Nothing is sacred now but villainy.” Yet may this verse (if such a verse remain) Shew there was one who held it in disdain.’ POLITICAL ESSAYS, &c. THE MARQUIS WELLESLEY ‘And such other gambol faculties he hath, as shew a weak mind, and an able body.’ _April 13, 1813._ The Marquis Wellesley’s opening speech on India affairs was chiefly remarkable for its length, and the manner in which it was delivered. This nobleman seems to have formed himself on those lines in Pope:— ‘All hail him victor in both gifts of song, Who sings so loudly, and who sings so long.’