Betwixt them both, the tail Of the Rump fell down to the ground. Will you buy the State's council-table, Which was made of the good wain-Scot? The frame was a tottering Babel, To uphold th' Independent plot. Here's the besom of Reformation, Which should have made clean the floor; But it swept the wealth out of the nation, And left us dirt good store. Will you buy the State's spinning-wheel, For now it has spun a fair thread. Here's a glyster-pipe well tried, Which was made of a butcher's stump, And has been safely applied To cure the colds of the Rump. Here's a lump of pilgrim's-salve, Here's a roll of the State's tobacco, No Virginia had e'er such a smack-o, And many of them that have took't Yet the ashes may happily serve Will you buy the Rump's great saddle, And here is the bit and the bridle, And here's the trunk-hose of the Rump, With an Independent smock. Will you buy a conscience oft turned, With which old Noll's horns she did rub Here's the purse of the public faith; Here's the model of the Sequestration, When the old wives upon their good troth And here are old Noll's brewing-vessels, THE DEVIL'S PROGRESS ON EARTH; OR, HUGGLE DUGGLE. FRIAR BACON walks again, And Doctor Faustus too; Proserpine and Pluto, And many a goblin crew. With that, a merry devil To make the airing vowed; Colonel Hewson, originally a shoemaker. 2 This savage stroke of grotesque humour was no doubt the model for the poem of like subject written by Southey and Coleridge, and thence for those of Shelley and Byron. Why think you that he laughed ? With that into the city The Devil laughed aloud. He went into the city, To see all there was well. Their scales were false, their weights were light, And Puritans allowed. Huggle Duggle, Ha! ha! ha! The Devil laughed aloud. With that unto the country For that the Devil knoweth. But the rich man reaps the gains For which the poor man ploughed. Huggle Duggle, Ha! ha! ha! The Devil laughed aloud. With that the Devil in haste Took post away to hell, And called his fellow furies, And told them all on earth was well: That falsehood there did flourish, Plain dealing was in a cloud. Huggle Duggle, Ha! ha! ha! The devils laughed aloud. THE DESPONDING WHIG1 WHEN Owls are stripped of their disguise, When foxes tremble in their holes And those we think so wise prove fools,— If those designs abortive prove The rabble soon will change their tone And cry "God save the Church and Throne!" The weaver then no more must leave Nor with his cant poor fools deceive Our leaders soon would disappear Our scribblers too would stink for fear,— No canvisars would dare to show Or prophesy what they never knew, But shove the tumbler through the town, And quickly banished be, For none must teach without a gown; Then low, boys, down go we. If such unhappy days should come, Would surely be repaid us home For, as we never could forgive, Should honest brethren once discern 1 Modelled partly on Quarles's chant, "Hey then up go we," p. 100. And bubbled fools more wit should learn,— Let's guard against that evil day, And tackers should come into play,- Though hitherto we've played our parts And gained the common people's hearts But they're as fickle as the winds, With nothing long agree, And, when they change their wavering minds, Then low, boys, down go we. Let's preach and pray, but spit our gall And cant of grace, in spite of all The just, the loyal, and the wise, For if the High Church once should rise, THE CAMERONIAN CAT. THERE was a Cameronian cat And in the house she catched a mouse The Whig, being offended At such an act profane, Laid by his book, the cat he took, And bound her in a chain. "Thou damned, thou cursed creature! "Assure thyself that for the deed |