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lowers of Ignatius Loyola, and worthy a place in the New Foundling Hospital for Wit.
THE JESUITS D'OUBLE FACED CREED.
I hold for faith What England's church allows,
The flock's milled Who hold the Pope supreme.
He is an ass Who their communion flies,
Pro fide teneo sana Quae docet Anglicana
Affirmat quae Romana Videntur mihi vana,
Altare cum ornatur Communio fit inanis,
Miffam qui deseruit Catholicus eft & fapit.
HINTS FOR A POLITICAL PRINT
WRITTEN IN NOVEMBER, 1767. His Excellency the Lord Lieutenant of Ireland is said to have a fingular turn for portrait painting, which he willingly employs in the service of his friends. He performs gratis, and feldom gives them the trouble of fitting for their pictures. But I believe the talents of this ingenious nobleman never E 6
had fo fair an occasion of being employed to advan. tage as at present. It happens very fortunately for him, that he has now a set of friends, who seem intended by nature for the subjects of such a pencil. In delineating their features to the public, he will have an equal opportunity of displaying the delicacy of his hand, and, upon which he chiefly piques himself, the benevolence of his heart. But considering the importance of his present cares, I would fain endeavour to save him the labour of the design, in hopes that he will bestow a few moments more upon the execution. Yet I will not presume to claim the merit of invention. The blindness of chance has done more for the painter than the warmest fancy could have imagined ; and has brought together such a group of figures as I believe never appeared in real life, or upon canvas before.
Your principal character, my lord, is a young d-mounted upon a lofty phaeton ; his head grows giddy; his horses carry him violently down a precipice; and a bloody carcase, the fatal emblem of Bri. tannia, lies mangled under his wheels. By the fide of this furious charioteer fits Caution without Forefight, a motley thing, half military, scarce civil. He too would guide ; but, let who will drive, is determined to have a feat in the carriage. If it be porfible, my lord, give him to us in the attitude of an
orator eating the end of a period, which may begin with, " I did not say I would pledge myself" - The rest he eats.
Your next figure must bear the port and habit of a judge; the laws of England under his feet, and before his diftorted vision, a dagger, which he calls the law of nature, and which marshals him the way to murder the c-ft
In such good company the respectable of the C-----) cannot be omitted. A reasonable number of decrees must be piled up behind him, with the word REVERSED in capital letters upon
each of them, and out of his decent lips a compliment à la Tilbury, “ Hell and d
all !” N. B. It would not be amiss to give him the air of farting at the decrees above-mentioned.
There is still a young man, my lord, who I think will make a capital figure in the piece. His features are too happily marked to be mistaken. A single line of his face will be sufficient to give us the heir apparent of Loyola, and all the college.
« A little more “ of the devil, my lord, if you please, about the
eyebrows ; that's enough, a perfect Malagrida, “ I proteft !” So much for his person; and as for his mind, a blinking bull-dog placed near him
Think on the Tower and me, despair and die ;
Enter the ghost of Ralph. Allen, esq;
any pains can adequate thy crimes,
Enter the ghost of Sir William Pynfent.
Let me fit heavy on thy soul to-morrow;
Chorus of English ghosts destroyed in Germany.
The ghost of William earl of Bath.
This print will be distributed gratis to the late GCr's remaining friends in the common-council, as few copies will now serve that purpose.
Subscriptions to be taken in at Mr. Dingley's, at North-End, at alderman Beckford's in Soho-Square, and at the Peer's new friend, colonel W. Barré, vicetreasurer of Ireland.
THE RATS AND THE CHEESE."
If bees a government maintain,
Their prince (his fubjects more to please) Had got a mighty Cheshire cheese,