Thy patent prime morality,--
Thy cases cited from the Bible--
Thy candor when it falls to thee
To help in trouncing for a libel;--
"God knows, I, from my soul, profess
"To hate all bigots and be-nighters!
"God knows, I love, to even excess,
"The sacred Freedom of the Press,
"My only aim's to--crush the writers."
These are the virtues, TIM, that draw
The briefs into thy bag so fast;
And these, oh TIM--if Law be Law--
Will raise thee to the Bench at last.
I blush to see this letter's length--
But 'twas my wish to prove to thee
How full of hope, and wealth, and strength,
Are all our precious family.
And, should affairs go on as pleasant
As, thank the Fates, they do at present--
Should we but still enjoy the sway
Of SIDMOUTH and of CASTLEREAGH,
I hope, ere long, to see the day
When England's wisest statesmen, judges,
Lawyers, peers, will all be--FUDGES!
Good-by--my paper's out so nearly,
I've room only for
Yours sincerely.
[1] Lord C.'s tribute to the character of his friend, Mr. Reynolds, will
long be remembered with equal credit to both.
[2] It was not under wigs, but tiaras, that King Midas endeavored to
conceal these appendages. The Noble Giver of the toast, however, had
evidently, with his usual clearness, confounded King Midas, Mr.
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