Sir John had often made a resolution, To speechify about the Constitution. He with the Livery stood in some repute, ‘That there’s,’ ‘as how’s,’ ‘d’ye see’s,’ did just them suit. And then each day in Speech he bolder grew, And ’midst their Broils, shoved in a word, or two. But in the House, when he to speak arose, And would the labours of his mind disclose, When all was silent, every Muzzle Mum-- He could not make a Speech--who made a Plum. But Johnny’s turn had kindled fresh his hopes, He’d now in Figures flourish, and in Tropes. This secret in his heart he’d closely pent; This it was led him wholly to consent, When John express’d his ardent wish again To join Lord Wellington the next Campaign; This led him all his influence to use, That John might go, to send him Home the News; This led to giving John his strict directions About his Scrutinizing and Inspections; To bid him earnestly take special care To see the Troops, and write him what they were: Meaning on this to make a grand Oration, Both to astonish, and amaze the Nation. His adverse system too had not forgot-- His Speech should hit like double-headed Shot. If seated snugly on the Treasury Bench, ‘This mighty Force,’ yet did his friends _Retrench_; But if on t’ other side he took his Post, ‘This mighty Force,’ _th’ enormous sums it Cost_. He culled high-sounding words too, for th’ occasion, Material, Bivouac, Demoralization. Yet poor Sir John, tho’ much he’d heard, and read, Felt still aware how treacherous was his Head; Tho’ yet he laboured like a Brewer’s Dray-Horse, ’Twas but to Bother, and increase the Chaos. Tho’ battled hard some fixt idea to gain, No, not one particle would ere remain. A sudden brilliant thought, just then occurred, Which to accomplish he’d not be deterred. Then anxious on this darling object bent, Purchased a Seat for John in Parliament. Thus reinforc’d, he’d take up his Position-- Johnny could give him Stores of Ammunition, And if deserted by his treacherous Mind, Johnny might snugly prompt him from behind.