Now once more Johnny greets the Azure Main, Four gallant Chargers flourish in his Train; Canteens, with Plate, and Prog completely stor’d, To form an elegant and sumptuous board. A Valet, and two Grooms, his Route attends, Teague was gone dead, carousing with his Friends; For scarce was John well settled at his home, When Teague soon felt a secret wish to roam: Long’d for his Native Cot, his Country dear, So Friends, and Whiskey, finish’d his career. As now Sir John in the first Circle rolls, Important objects his great mind unfolds. The Ministers he counted as his own, And got a thumping portion of the Loan. The Livery now harangued with bold Oration, Extoll’d the prosperous credit of the Nation; The laughter, scoffs, and hisses could receive-- Sir John laugh’d too--but it was in his sleeve. Let him who loses laugh, in spite of dins, Laugh those that will, he’ll surely laugh that wins. Tho’ W--n, W--d, and Q--n would snarl and bite-- Sir John, like others, knew ’twas merely spite: With all their hustlings, hoaxings, and grimaces, They only bellow’d for a change of places. Patriots, no doubt a useful appellation, A treacherous Figure to mislead a Nation,-- My Lord, Sir John, a Commoner, his Grace, Are flaming Patriots--if out of Place; No doubt ’tis useful in some way, or other, And serves one wily Rogue to oust his Brother. Sir John and Lady _Newcome_ now agree He should attend his Son down to the Sea. Sir John had mighty matters to relate About their present, and their future state; Much to consult about, much to advise-- Sir John had suddenly grown wond’rous wise; And Lady _Newcome’s_ fashionable friends, For her dear Johnny’s absence made amends.