But the rights of the Commons shall still be respected,
Buonaparte himself shall approve the elected;
And the Speaker shall march with majestical mien,
And make his three bows to the grave Guillotine.

IV.

Two heads, says the proverb, are better than one,
But the Jacobin choice is for Five Heads or none.
By Directories only can Liberty thrive;

Then down with the ONE, Boys! and up with the FIVE!
How our bishops and judges will stare with amazement,
When their heads are thrust out at the National Casement !*
When the National Razor* has shaved them quite clean,
What a handsome oblation to Saint Guillotine!

*La petite Fenêtre, and la Razoire Nationale, fondling expressions applied to the Guillotine by the Jacobins in France, and their pupils here.

No. V.

December 11.

WE have already hinted at the principle by which the followers

of the Jacobinical Sect are restrained from the exercise of their own favourite virtue of Charity. The force of this prohibition, and the strictness with which it is observed, are strongly exemplified in the following poem. It is the production of the same Author, whose happy effort in English Sapphics we presumed to imitate; the present effusion is in Dactylics, and equally subject to the laws of Latin Prosody.

THE SOLDIER'S WIFE.

Weary wǎy-wanderer, languid ånd sick åt heart,
Travelling painfully ōvěr the rūgged road,

Wild visǎg'd wandĕrĕr-āh for thy heavy chănce.

We think that we see him fumbling in the pocket of his blue pantaloons; that the splendid shilling is about to make its appear

ance, and glad the heart of the poor sufferer.-But no such thing -the Bard very calmly contemplates her situation, which he describes in a pair of very pathetical stanzas; and after the following well-imagined topic of consolation, concludes by leaving her to Providence.

Thy husband will never return from the war again;

Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as Charity,

Cold are thy famished babes-God help thee, widow'd one!

We conceived that it would be necessary to follow up this general rule with the particular exception, and to point out one of those cases in which the embargo upon Jacobin Bounty is sometimes suspended. with this view we have subjoined the poem of

THE SOLDIER'S FRIEND.

DACTYLICS.

COME, little Drummer Boy, lay down your knapsack here:

I am the Soldier's Friend-here are some books for you;
Nice clever books by Tom Paine, the philanthropist.

Here's half-a-crown for you-here are some handbills too—

Go to the Barracks, and give all the Soldiers some:

Tell them the Sailors are all in a Mutiny.

[Exit Drummer Boy, with handbills, and half-a-crown.— Manet Soldier's Friend.

Liberty's friends thus all learn to amalgamate,
Freedom's volcanic explosion prepares itself,
Despots shall bow to the Fasces of Liberty,

Reason, philosophy, " fiddledum, diddledum,”
Peace and Fraternity, higgledy, piggledy,
Higgledy, piggledy, "fiddledum, diddledum.”

Et cætera, et cætera, et cætera.

SONNET TO LIBERTY.

JUST Guardian of man's social bliss! for thee
The paths of danger gladly would I tread:
For thee! contented, join the glorious dead,
Who nobly scorn'd a life that was not free!

But worse than death it pains my soul, to see
The Lord of Ruin, by wild Uproar led,
Hell's first-born, ANARCHY, exalt his head,
And seize thy throne, and bid us bow the knee!

What though his iron sceptre, blood-imbrued,
Crush half the nations with resistless might;

Never shall this firm spirit be subdued :

In chains, in exile, still the chanted rite, O LIBERTY! to thee shall be renew'd:

O still be sea-girt ALBION thy delight!

D.