Sixteen hundred and sixty, who only wants thaw- Well knowing how dear were those times to thy ing, To serve for our times quite as well as the To bring thus to light, not the Wisdom alone Of our Ancestors, such as 'tis found on our But, in perfect condition, full-wigg'd and full-grown, soul, When every good Christian tormented his frother, And caused, in thy realm, such a saving of coal, From all coming down, ready grill'd by each other; Rememb'ring, besides, how it pain'd thee to part C Even some of our Reverends might have been Thanks, reverend expounder of raptures Elysian," warmer, Though one or two capital roarers we've had; Doctor Wise is, for instance, a charming performer, And Huntingdon Maberley's yell was not bad! Altogether, however, the thing was not hearty ;- But, hark, the young Black-leg is cracking his whip Divine Squintifobus, who, placed within reach Of two opposite worlds, by a twist of your vision, Can cast, at the same time, a sly look at each;— Thanks, thanks for the hopes thou affordest, that we May, ev'n in our own times, a Jubilee share, Which so long has been promised by prophets like thee, And so often postponed, we began to despair. There was Whiston, who learnedly took Prince Eugene For the man who must bring the Millennium about; Excuse me, Great Sir-there's no time to be There's Faber, whose pious productions have been All belied, ere his book's first edition was out ; There was Counsellor Dobbs, too, an Irish M. P., Who discoursed on the subject with signal éclat, And, each day of his life, sat expecting to see A Millennium break out in the town of Armagh ! There was also-but why should I burden my lay With your Brotherses, Southcotes, and names less deserving, When all past Millenniums henceforth must give way To the last new Millennium of Orator Irv―ng. A MILLENNIUM at hand!—I'm delighted to hear Go on, mighty man,-doom them all to the shelf,— it As matters, both public and private, now go, With multitudes round us all starving, or near it, A good rich Millennium will come à propos. Only think, Master Fred, what delight to behold, Instead of thy bankrupt old City of Rags, A bran-new Jerusalem, built all of gold, Sound bullion throughout, from the roof to the flags A City, where wine and cheap corn3 shall aboundA celestial Cocaigne, on whose buttery shelves We may swear the best things of this world will be found, As your Saints seldom fail to take care of themselves! 1 This reverend gentleman distinguished himself at the Reading election. 2 "A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny."-Rev. vi. See the oration of this reverend gentleman, where he describes the connubial joys of Paradise, and paints the angels hovering round "each happy fair." • When Whiston presented to Prince Eugene the Essay in which he attempted to connect his victories over the Turks And when next thou with Prophecy troublest thy The purger-the proser-the bard- Doctor Slop, in no merit outdone By his scribbling or physicking brother, Can dose us with stuff like the one, Ay, and doze us with stuff like the other. Doctor Eady good company keeps With "No Popery" scribes on the walls; Doctor S-th-y as gloriously sleeps With "No Popery" scribes, on the stalls. Doctor Slop, upon subjects divine, Such bedlamite slaver lets drop, That, if Eady should take the mad line, He'll be sure of a patient in Slop. Seven millions of Papists, no less, Attacks but his maid-of-all-work." Doctor S-th-y, for his grand attack, Has been had up to Bow-street, for his! And truly, the law does so blunder, That, though little blood has been spill'd, he May probably suffer as, under The Chalking Act, known to be guilty. So much for the merits sublime (With whose catalogue ne'er should I stop) Of the three greatest lights of our time, Doctor Eady, and S-th-y, and Slop! Should you ask me, to which of the three Doctor Eady must go to the wall. But as S-th-y with laurels is crown'd, 1 Alluding to the display of this doctor's name, in chalk, on all the walls round the metropolis. This seraphic doctor, in the preface to his last work, (Vindicia Ecclesiæ Anglicana.) is pleased to anathematize not only all Catholics, but all advocates of Catholics : "They have for their immediate allies (he says) every fac tion that is banded against the State, every demagogue, every irreligious and seditious journalist, every open and every insidious enemy to Monarchy and to Christianity." 3 See the late accounts in the newspapers of the appear ance of this gentleman at one of the Police-offices, in consequence of an alleged assault on his "maid-of-all-work." 4 A crown granted as a reward among the Romans to persons who performed any extraordinary exploits upon would walls, such as scaling them, battering them, &c.-No doubt, equally establish a claim to the honor. 5 So described by a Reverend Historian of the Church:"A Delta hat, like the horizontal section of a pyramid." GRANT'S History of the English Church. That brim of brims, so sleekly good Not flapp'd, like dull Wesleyans', down, But looking (as all churchmen's should) Devoutly upward-towards the crown. Gods! when I gaze upon that brim, So redolent of Church all over, With ducklings' wings-around it hover! Say, holy Hat, that hast, of cocks, For hats grow like the heads that wear 'em ; And hats, on heads like his, would grow Particularly harum-scarum. Who knows but thou may'st deck the pate Or, haply, smartest of triangles, Thou art the hat of Doctor Ow-n; The hat that, to his vestry wrangles, That venerable priest doth go in,And, then and there, amid the stare Of all St. Olave's, takes the chair, And quotes, with phiz right orthodox, Th' example of his reverend brothers, Το prove that priests all fleece their flocks, And he must fleece as well as others. Bless'd Hat! (whoe'er thy lord may be) Still smarter cock'd, still brush'd the brighter, NEWS FOR COUNTRY COUSINS. 1826. DEAR Coz, as I know neither you nor Miss Draper, As to Greece and Lord Cochrane, things couldn't look better His Lordship (who promises now to fight faster) Or, if Dan should prefer (as a still better whim) From Russia the last accounts are that the Czar- Was to give away all his late brother's old clothes"- The late Emperor's nightcaps, and thinks of bestowing One nightcap apiece (if he has them to spare) On all the distinguish'd old ladies now going. (While I write, an arrival from Riga-the "Brothers" Having nightcaps on board for Lord Eld-n and others.) Last advices from India-Sir Archy, 'tis thought, Can establish a running account with the Jews!) 1 Archbishop Magee affectionately calls the Church Establishment of Ireland "the little Zion." A distribution was made of the Emperor Alexander's smilitary wardrobe by his successor. • This potentate styles himself the Monarch of the Golden Foot. And engages (lest Gold-foot should give us leg-bail, As he did once before) to pay down on the nail. This is all for the present-what vile pens and paper! Yours truly, dear Cousin-best love to Miss Draper. September, 1826. A VISION. BY THE AUTHOR OF CHRISTABEL "Ur!" said the Spirit, and, ere I could pray For it glimmer'd o'er with a doubtful light, Around me flitted unnumber'd swarms Some were so cross, that nothing could please 'em ;- I heard a loud screaming of old and young, Or those frogs, whose legs a barbarous cook I look'd, and I saw a wizard rise,1 |