John made his Triple Bows, and kneeling down, Humbly presented the Baton, and Crown. It so fell out, perhaps no one could say why, The Ladies titter’d, and the Lords look’d Sly. The Noble Prince, in his great self collected, He first the Baton from the Hat selected. In manners dignified, and all his own, He thus his R----l sentiments made known-- ‘This Baton, Sir, is in my firm belief, ‘The noblest Gift a Sovereign can receive; ‘And when so merited, we all must know, ‘The noblest Gift a Sovereign can bestow. ‘Here! take this back, with gratitude I yield it,-- ‘His is the only Arm that’s fit to Wield it. ‘As for this French Machine, with its obliquities, ‘T----r shall find it room with my Antiquities.’ Then graceful fingering the bit of Felt, His condescending smiles around him dealt-- ‘Tho’ this poor Crown is something worn and Flat, ‘Still ’tis a precious morsel of old Hat; ‘And as to aged relics I am partial, ‘’Twill suit my purpose better than the Marshal. ‘You, gallant Colonel, shall appointed be, } ‘In my establishment, an Equerry, } ‘Knight of the Bath, and F----k’s A. D. C.’ } The Baton struck the Dames with much surprise, They all admir’d the painting, shape, and size: ‘It was a Stick, no doubt, ’twas made of Oak; ‘And heavy too--’twould give a monstrous Stroke.’ As for the Hat, as round about they dealt it, When each great Lord, & noble Knight had felt it-- ‘For such a Prize ’twas not worth while to Roam, ‘They all could boast a better one at Home.’ John now of his new Dignities felt proud, So quietly withdrew from out the Crowd. And thus quite happy, and elate with joy, The Knight and Lady hugg’d their darling Boy. The Lady’s head could nothing run upon, ‘But Son, Sir Johnny, and of Spouse, Sir John.’ The Knight, who’d long been brooding on his Speech, With Prop, and Prompter close within his reach, Now told his Son, Sir John, ’twas his intent ‘To make a flaming speech in Parliament. ‘Your Letter too, dear John--Sir John, your pardon; ‘I’ve in my vacant hours labour’d hard on. ‘I’m well prepar’d--but you must be so kind, ‘Should I forget, to prompt me from behind; ‘But first, my Son, Sir John, it will be mete, ‘That you in Parliament should take your Seat: ‘Having so done, we then can at our pleasures, ‘Together both consult, about my measures.’ And now our Hero, without more delay, Went with his Dad, to make his first Entré. The Ceremony o’er, and in his place, The S----r, with much Gravity, and Grace, His right Hand on his Chair he gently press’d, And thus our Hero solemnly address’d: