ORIGINAL POETRY.

ANALYSIS OF 1810.
(CONTINUED FROM OUR LAST.)

Veluti in Speculum.

MOST sapient KOSTERS...now, I have you smack,
Will you just please to turn a little back,
And there, in page four hundred forty nine,
You'll find about the twentieth line,
You've printed gices for gives !
Be...d...v...lling a most precious stanza,
As ever eye of living man saw,
And used...leers for lives!

Such terms might de, for fun or scoffing...
For " pious momeries,"...or " weel tim'd daffing,"
call
Singing, of that sweet point, which

"The wee-short OOR ayont the twaal !”
Do...tell your imps, hereafter I implore'm,
To use no more, such lapsuses typorum !
In crabbed writings, always mind the sense,
Consult the meaning, and on no pretence,
Your judgment suffer, in a doubtful part,
The author's obvious meaning to pervert.
If, once, for all, you kindly take this hint,
All future errors..." aíblins"...you'll avoid,
Leaving nor room, nor cause, for me to chide,
And every item.. most correctly print.
Hoping you'll be good boys, I go no further,
And now proceed to analyse in order.
But few events, worth noticing, appear
In the first month of this portentous year,
One, of the few, I cannot well pass over,
Because from it some apt reflections spring,
'Th' annexation to Westphalia's King

(OUR GRACIOUS SOVEREIGN's-birthright) of Hanover.

Another event, which old Janu'ry brings,
(Would they but heed it), awful hint to kings,
A declaration on the twenty-fourth,
By Bonaparte to the Dutch...sets forth...
"From present aspect of the thing, his view is,
They must give up their king, the gentle Louis!
And must likewise, their welfare to advance,
(Nolens aut volens), be annexed to France!"
Thus kings are play'd, now go, now come,
See how we manage things at home.

A few days after, (done no doubt to pester),
Great Percival, & Co. the LORD PORCHESTER,
Mov'd in the Commons for a committee,
To try.. the Expedition to the Scheldt,

The premier after long debatings held....
Of nine...was left in a minority!

Then after this, to wit, the thirty-first,
The ministry...observe...come last, come worst,
As if of power and influence bereft,
In three attacks were in the back ground left!

Out then perchance, you'll tell me, now they went,
And, fit reward, were to impeachment sent:
No...no...they preach'd...look'd wise...made sage grimaces
Cajol'd THE PUBLIC, and...still held their places!

O, Impudence, thou first of human talents...
For virtue, honor, truth, an overbalance:
To thee, O Percival...of statesmen pink,
Greater than Pitt...and Melville, both I think,
The first PREMIER that e'er a state bestrode,
To thee, and Impudence, I'll write an Ode!

ODE TO IMPUDENCE,

O, Spencer, puggish imp of fame,
How shall my trumpet sound thy name?
And all thy brazen acts proclaim,

humbug! finess! chicanery +

The British nation hath been chous'd,
All MAGNA CHARTA'S rights refus'd,

And, every HONEST MAN abus'd

by thy intriguing ministry!

O, Impudence, no man as yet,
Not even "the heaven-born statesman PITT!"

Upon the head...so right hath hit

the nail...as thee, O Percival!

Still for corruption on the watch,
Assisted by your canting batch,

Each breath of prejudice you catch,

and then bawl out..." no popery!

While aided in the pious work,

By Groker, Castlereagh, and Yorke...!

Each pension'd slave shouts like a Turk, *

behold our holy Chancellor!

The day will come...perhaps ev'n now,

Thy die is cast, and by one blow,

Thee, and thy myrmidons laid low,

may-curse such fatal foolery..

We suppose the poet means those Turks, who are placed on the minarets in Constantinople, &c,

Then Febru'ry with haggar'd aspect came,
Its gloomy features, heavy, cold, and chill,
Producing almost nothing, worthy name,
Save, that THE PRESS to snaffle; many a bill
Was mov'd by Yorke...a senator of fame.
Who likewise mov'd, that strangers should withdraw,
And, while the Walcheren debate went on,
Should no admission be...and this strange law

Pass'd as it might...excluding every one.

Yorke likewise mov'd...(no doubt with good intent),
That every person.should imprison'd be,
Who thought, or spoke, or wrote, or meant,

That, ought of wrong, was done by ministry,
Which pass'd, and JOHN GALE JONES...this plight did.dree!
With many more to loathsome dungeons went.

Well done good imps, now let's your cases search,
And see, what mighty things were done in MARCH;
Which frowning came, in stature stern and high,
Snuffing the air, with manners sharp, and dry..

Upon its records little doth appear,
Nay, almost nothing, to be noted here,

Save, what I, gossip-like, do now advise ye,
That BONI...casting off his former doxy,
Did, on th' twentieth day, express by proxy,
At Vienna...the Austrian dame LOUISA:
"Twill be rare sport, if from this union springs
A new dynasty both of kings, and queens.

There was besides some house of commons work,
A Colonel Lethbridge...follow'd Colonel Yorke,
And up conjuring all the speaker's power,
Sent vi and ARMS...SIR FRANC19 to the tower.

APRIL, now smiling comes...but apropos...
Ere I go further, I must let you know,
That tho' I said SIR FRANCIS was, in March,
Sent to the tower, yet on minute research,
I find such declaration was amiss...
He was not sent until the ninth of this
Same present month, and that to send him then
Requir'd the aid of thirty thousand men,
With cannons loaded, prim'd, and matches lighted!
The guilty mind is always sore affrighted...

SIR FRANCIS...innocent, serene, and mild,
Quite undismay'd, amid this wild uproar!
Desir'd his man...to shut the outer door,
And, unconcern'd, sat PLAYING WITH HIS CHILD!
Thus, one "high minded MAN,

• See Ode from Alceus, in this Magazine.

BELPAST MAG. NO. XXX.

Who knows his rights, and knowing dare maintain,"
Against the force of thousands, can
Show Britons, that a tyrant's force is vain;
And all his threats "pass like the idle wind,"
Where virtue " arms in honesty the mind.'

Of all th' occurrences in MAY,
Little remains for us to say;
Save that upon the ninth, the wousg
With huge majority
Rejected maugre all condition,
The LONDON LIVERY petition.

Upon the seventeenth, we'll show,
A county meeting in MAYO;
Where, 'twas resolv'd, much to their credit,
That CATH'LIC CLAIMS, (and they have said it,)
A measure for our safety wanted,
Should be at once...in toto...granted.

The eighteenth, after much debate,
Their claims did meet a different fate,
And were upon ST. STEPHEN's floor,
(Majority...one hundred four!)
Thrown out, as had been long expected,
And, spite of eloquence, rejected.

Last day

Upon this month, to close the book,
day thereof, a ROYAL DUKD...
When sleeping sound in his own palace
Was nearly murder'd by one Selis,
A fellow either mad, or jealous.

(To be Continued.)

Edentecullo, iith January, 1811.

CALDERONE.

REPLY OF THE PRINTERS TO CALDERONE

WHEN Poets, just like Panzousts Sybilla
On scraps of leaves their verses scribble,
So small and light they seem inclin'd,
Like hers, to flit before the wind;

When, with Parnassus the whole soul in,
The eye, " while in fine frenzy rolling,"
Disdains to leave its scenes inviting,
To see what letters hands are writing;

When words appear their lines among,
Which seem from Babel's tower sprung,
Constructed by no one tongue's rules,
But form'd from two...a sort of mule;

When too they think it impudence,
If of their lines we mend the sense;
You should correct the press yourself,
Or be no more a grumbling elf.

Sce Grattan's speech on that occasion.

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