Halloo! they follow the poor beast, Mat, Dick, Tom, Bob, and Walter. VIII. Old Lewis, ('twas his evil day) Stood trembling in his shoes; IX. The frighted beast ran on—but here, The frighted beast ran through the town; Bull-dog, parson,' shopman, clown: The publicans rush'd from the Crown, "Halloo! hamstring him! cut him down!" They drove the poor Ox mad. XI. Should you a rat to madness teaze, Bull-dog, parson.] The comma, we suspect, has been (lazily) substituted for "and", to avoid offence. That rage and fear are one disease- XII. And so this Ox, in frantic mood, Faced round like any bull: The mob turn'd tail, and he pursued, Till they with heat and fright were stew'd, But had his belly full. XIII. Old Nick's astride the beast, 'tis clear Old Nicholas, to a tittle! But all agree, he'd disappear, Would but the parson venture near, XIV. Achilles was a warrior fleet, The Trojans he could worry: Our parson too was swift of feet, 1 According to the superstition of the West-Countries, if you meet the Devil, you may either cut him in half with a straw, or force him to disappear by spitting over his horns.-C. XV. Through gardens, lanes, and fields new plough'd, Through his hedge, and through her hedge, He plunged and toss'd and bellow'd loud, Till in his madness he grew proud, To see this helter-skelter crowd, That had more wrath than courage. XVI. Alas! to mend the breaches wide XVII. But here once more to view did pop And now he cried-"Stop, neighbours! stop; XVIII. "The Ox is mad! Ho! Dick, Bob, Mat! What means this coward fuss ? Ho! stretch this rope across the plat! XIX. "A lying dog! just now he said The Ox was only glad! Let's break his presbyterian head!" "Hush!" quoth the sage, "you've been misled ; No quarrels now-let's all make head :--- XX. As thus I sat, in careless chat, XXI. And so my Muse perforce drew bit; "Well, have you heard?" No, not a whit. PARLIAMENTARY OSCILLATORS. LMOST awake? Why what is this, and whence, O ye right loyal men, all undefiled ? Sure, 'tis not possible that common sense Has hitch'd her pulleys to each heavy eye-lid? Yet wherefore else that start, which discomposes The drowsy waters lingering in your eye? And are you really able to descry That precipice three yards beyond your noses? Yet flatter you I cannot, that your wit Is much improved by this long loyal dosing; And I admire, no more than Mr. Pitt, Your jumps and starts of patriotic prosing Now cluttering to the Treasury cluck, like chicken, Now with small beaks the ravenous bill op posing; With serpent-tongue now stinging, and now licking, Now semi-sibilant, now smoothly glozing Now having faith implicit that he can't exr, Hoping his hopes, alarm'd with his alarms; And now believing him a sly enchanter, Yet still afraid to break his brittle charms, Lest some mad devil suddenly unhampering, Slap-dash! the imp should fly off with the steeple, On revolutionary broom-stick scampering.soft-headed and soft-hearted people, O ye If you can stay so long from slumber free, My muse shall make an effort to salute 'e: For lo! a very dainty simile Flash'd sudden through my brain, and 'twill just suit 'e! |