Commanding homage on the briny plain-
Enthroning Britons sov'reigns of the main.
Dear England! who shall thy proud pendant rear,
And teach thy cannon to appal with fear?
Who shall direct such men as Nelson now,
To make all other flags 'fore Britain's bow?
How should a M-lgr-ve, to all tactics strange,
Our wooden walls controul-all schemes arrange;
Whose wits should be refitted for the post:
Who merely knows a ship's a ship, at most?
Nay, soft, my muse his erudition mocks-
His lordship surely knows such things as Blocks;
At least there's plenty in our barge of state :-
None more complete than his own pond'rous pate.

MALAGMA.

Have mercy! nor allow thy wit such scope..

FLAGELLUM.

Tush-I forgot-he also knows a rope :

And did one grain of sense his noddle deck,

He surely would apply it to his neck,

:

And rid our Dutch-built vessel-Heav'n defend us!

Of one land-lubber, who can not befriend us.

Yet hold, my Pegasus! a truce to lashing;
Take breath, and then anew commence thy splashing:
These Blocks, à capite ad calcem, spatter-
For 'faith, my muse, it is no arduous matter;
So fully are their acts with folly fraught,

To let them 'scape were to be void of thought,
And though all Poets are a-kin to crazy,
That rhymster would be most confounded lazy,
Who could not run and read without his glasses,
And dub this Ministry a batch of Asses.

END OF DIALOGUE THE FIRST.

DIALOGUE THE SECOND.

Thou art too like the spirit of a Block--Down!
Thy folly sears mine eye-balls.---And thy air,
Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first~~~
A third is like the former.--Filthy hags!

Why do you shew me this?---A fourth ?---Start, eye!
What! will the line stretch out to th' crack of doom?---
Another yet? a seventh! I'll see no more→→→
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass,
Which shews me many more; and some I see,
That twofold balls and treble scepters carry.'
Horrible sight! nay, now, I see, 't is true;

For the old Portland Block rolls craz'd upon me,
And points at them for his.

FRESH mounted, booted, spurr'd, with whip in hand,

I once more gallop to attack the band;

And resolutely wield fell Satire's pen,

To scare these monsters in their golden den.

And pray,

MALAGMA.

whose actions next must you be scanning?

FLAGELLUM.

When last we spoke, I told thee, friend-'tis C-nn-ng: A shuttlecock, a petted child to view :

Whose father was-By Heav'n! I know not who.-
Whose ripening manhood Br-nsl-y's talents led;

By Science tutor'd, and by Genius fed* :
Whose puny voice first lisp'd his borrow'd wit
In praise of Fox, and in opposing Pitt:
Whose patriotism seem'd so staunch and true,
That lucre ne'er would taint his buff and blue.

• And by Genius fed.]-While our Secretary was yet untainted by the blandishments of venality, he published some spirited tracts on public liberty, the perusal of which will enable the world to form a more sterling proof of his dereliction from past opinions, than volumes of vague affirmations on this subject; but

Tempora mutantur et nos mutamur in illis.