Now let the full Buzaglo glow! From bench to bench, in spite of gout, The soften'd Chatham moves about: "My good Lord Sandwich, how d'ye do ? "I like the speech; 'twas penn'd by you. "America has gone too far; "We must support so just a war : "It's better than to put a curb on "The Spaniard, or the House of Bourbon. "Good-day, my lord! I could say more ; "But I must talk to dear Lord Gower.” Chac'd is the cloud from Shelburn's brows; How graciously to Bute he bows! See Camden sitting as a friend by Mansfield! see Richmond close to Denbigh ; He smiles and votes with the Contents; Their leaders gone, it follows duly, The plastic minds of Corke and Beaulieu, With half a score of silent votes, Obey the times, and change their notes. Now haste my Muse, at Fancy's summons, To try thy Project on the Commons. A secret sympathy espouses The upper and the lower houses; Thus half thy work 's already done; How Mahomet would shine on Burke ? But some there are of firmer frame; Reluctant praise his words allow, Not so the Luttrels; in despair The clamorous band besiege the chair. “I burn, I burn,” old Irnham cries: The Colonel thinks the Proje wise; But Jack and Jemmy jointly pledge. Themselves, 'tis breach of privilege; And Temple, Greece and Rome can hawk in, Against this barb'rous stop to talking— In vain; the House enjoys the effect And the Buzaglo all protect. But Fox, more warily, to gain His dear delight to speak again, Most humbly moves, since they approve They'd have a Ventilator too. The vanquish'd Charles to Almack's fled, The Speech is prais'd: th' Address is read: The Question carried nem'ne con: The House is up: the business done. EPISTLE XII. THE PLEASURES OF THE MIND. KIND NATURE, with a mother's joys Bids Plenty revel o'er the plains, To lay him soft in shady bow'rs, Where grape and nectarine, plum and peach, May tempting hang within his reach! |