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LORD MAYOR's show.
There folemn Pomp took lofty strides,
There Laughter ook her muddy fides,
Fame in her cloudy chariot flew
Then to her wide-extended lips
But Britain's Genius flyly flips
Where many a fatten'd beast and fowl
With many a sparkling, flowing bowl:
So bury had the Goddess been,
That now Sir Johņ had nought to do
But leave to France all pompous show,
When cheerful songs and festive glee
Took kindly by the hand our Knight,
He should find favour in her fight :
Far pref'rable to vain and empty show."
LORD MAYOR'S DAY;
[From the Oracle.]
Where fell Diseale ercets its head,
And ghaftly spectres pine ;
Gluttony! these are thine.
Say, Mall the Muse be mute;
And imitates the bruté ?
The heart of sorrow cheat ;
To measures move the feet:
Dull, heavy, selfish, cold!
( 120 ) « THERE CANNOT BE WAR WITHOUT PEOPLE.:* A CELEBRATED SPEECH IN A CERTAIN ASSEMBLY, IN
THE DEBATE ON THE ÁRMY ESTIMATES, NOV. 1801. WHAT acceffions to knowledge this age brings to light!
“ There cannot be quar without people to fight." So R-bf-n harangred- Sapientum O&avus And more information as pertinent gave us. Yet Homer, as well as our politic Don, Held soldiers of warfare the fine qui non. Of Therfilochus, Glaucus, and Medon, you've read, Who right valiantly march'd to be knock'd on the head. And Falstaff maintain'd that in battle 't was fit, Mortal men should be furnilli'd' to fill up a pit *. Cries Wm, “ Fight on, for, though peacemakers scoff, I'll be sworn we have plenty of men to kill off.” And if such be the doginas of R-btn'and W-my And Homer and Falttaff, fay who shall rescind'em Yet without an exception few rules we have known, And R-bf-n's harangue gives the lie to his own. Ye heroes courageous take pattern by him, And warfare you 'll wage; yet 'scape found wind and limb! With one flath of his wit, with one dash of his, pen, He fall fhew you the way, Şirs, to war without men. 'Gainst the Frenchmen or Dons,when your musket you level, An uncourteous retort sends you post to the devil: But you'll waste neither gunpowder, blood, nor expense, If you'll wage war, like R.br.n, against Common Sense.
DISSOLUTION OF PARLIAMENT.
(From the Morning Chronicle.}' SIR, LTHOUGH I have little reason to expect that you
will soon be able to fpare a córner for this letter, from the more pressing occurrence of this memorable week, I hope you will find somnc' opportunity to throw
* Food for powder---they 'll fill a pit as well as better; tush, man! morfas men, mortal nen. Falfiaft if l'art of Henry the IVik.
it in the way of the Prime Minister. I should not have ventured to address him, had I not observed that he seems very open to advice from whatever quarter, and that he is at present deserted by many of his former competitors.
It is reported that a diffolution of Parliament is in agitation; and, if I am not misinformed, the measure will take place after the ensuing recess. Permit me to affure the Minister, that if he had not more reasons for adopting this measure than have yet appeared, he could not have chosen a worse time. As a Member of Parliament, I feel the embarrassinent I shall be subjected to already, and I know that many of my brethren are nonplussed in the same degree.
The fact is, Sir, and it is not worth while to .conceal it, on a dissolution of Parliament, when we come to look our constituents in the face, they have always fomcthing to expect, and we something to promise. I do not allude to the vulgarity of bribery. No man can believe that any such thing is practised. But I allude to those various matters of national or individual improvement, which we are frequently pledged to support, in cafe we have the honour to be elected. Your readers may remember a considerable number of such promises and pledges at the last election, and how faithfully they have been kept all the world knows.
Now, Sir, in the existing circumstances wherein the nation is placed, what have we to promife? We cannot promise to put a speedy issue to the calamities of war -That is all over. We cannot lament over the scarcity of corn, and the infelicity of the harvest-That is what no man will believe. A very few months ago a man might have canvassed a parish with a leg of mutton, or procured a pot-wallopper who would have fold his birthright for a quartern-loaf. Now all is comparative plenty, and the “ greasy rogues" will
DISSOLUTION OF PARLIAMENT.
have the ill manners to talk to us with their mouths full. What, likewise, can we do for the younger branches? The army and navy are shut against commissions and preferments. No man can canvass with the temptation of half-pay. The excise and customs 'are, full; and it will require no small skill in us to conjure up some complaints which we may bave the credit of promising to redress.
Then, Sir, as to the line of politics, how are we defeated ! In such a confusion of parties, to whom or to what can we pledge ourselves ? How can we explain to common-fense men, the new arrangement of ins that are hardly in, and outs that will never be out ? " Give me another world to put my foot on, said the philosopher, “and I will move this on which we stand.”-Give me, I say, a bit of political ground to stand upon, and I will yet move a corporation or a borough.-But really, one knows not what to do. It is all niarth underneath ; and until there is a little more draining, we can build nothing solid or permanent, I remember when a man was asked whether he was a Tory or a Whig, a Pittite or a Foxite; there was some fenfe in that; we knew what we were about ; but now that the main armies are broke down into independent corps, and each has its own discipline, we know not how to handle our votes, shoulder our consciences, or where to look for the word of conmand,
This, Sir, is our own woful predicament. - The people wanted peace, and they have got it-They cried for plenty, and it is coming upon them. What can we offer, or ho! will it look for a man who could carry a budget of pledges to his constituents, to have nothing better in bis gift than the mending of a road and repairing of a bridye, or perhaps furnishing the town-hall with a view clock ?
I am, Sır, yours, &c. M. P.