XXV.

On the judicious Rejection of the Nottingham Petition. THE mob complain-our Rulers drink and storm, And cry, Who doubts it ?-That they hate-reform.

XXVI.

WHAT equal cares the various minds o'erwhelm Of those that fave, and those that guide the realm; In different ways they equal offerings yield,

And neither, fure, are done against the griftle; The foldier with his blood fhall wet the field, While loyal Minifters fhall-wet their whistle.

XXVII.

YOUR politician deems it wife,
To put on this or that difguife,

Than Proteus changing quicker;
And hence, perhaps, Dundas and Pitt,
Suppose themfelves for bus'nefs fit,
E'en when difguis'd in liquor.

XXVIII.

In vino veritas, they say,

Yet lying is fo much the custom
Of certain folks, the fafest way

Is, drunk or fober, not to truft 'em.

XXIX.

WHEN Pitt announc'd the war which now
Affords us all fuch pleasure,
Although as drunk as David's fow,
He tcarce could fpeak, we muft allow
The fpeech became the measure.

XXX.

THE fault'ring tongue which, t'other day,
Prov'd Billy's dire difafter,

Was fo accuftom'd to betray,

That it betray'd its mafter.

XXXI.

"FILL a bumper," cries Pitt to his colleague Dundas, "Since it all one a hundred years hence is; And a drunkard may fure for a Solomon país, When a Nation is out of its fenfes."

XXXII.

WHEN Billy found he fcarce could ftand,
"Help! help!" he cry'd, and ftretch'd his hand,
To faithful Harry calling;
Quoth Hall, "My friend, I'm sorry for❜t;
'Tis not my practice to support
A Minifter that's falling."

XXXIII.

P. loquitur.

WHO real drinking rage inherits,
When out of wine will fly to fpirits ;
Now the direct reverfe was mine,
I, out of fpirits, flew to wine.

XXXIV.

PITT, that his words and actions ftill
May fuitably accord;

When feeking Democrates to kill,

Gets drunk as any

Lord.

XXXV.

IF the national bark in this war should be funk,
It will be a fair anfwer-the pilot was drunk.

XXXVI.

SAYS Harry to Billy

"I look very filly,
And think of my budgets with forrow;
From the Company's trade

I promifed you aid,

But, alas! for to lend, they muft borrow!"

Says Pitt to Dundas,

"Itoo look like an ass,

And

And folks at my furplufes laugh;
The wondrous supplies,

Which I fwore would fuffice

For the war, will not do by one half."
Says Harry to Pitt,

"The cause I have hit

That has brought us both into this trouble;
When we stated th' amounts

Of our diff'rent accounts,

By G-d we were drunk, and saw double.”

XXXVII.

D.-"How bravely our tried friends all ftand their

ground!"

"Do they?" fays Pitt; "I think they all turn round.”

XXXVIII.

Acceffit fervor capiti numerufque lucernis.

P." I can't difcern the Speaker, Hall; can you?" D.-"Not fee the Speaker! damn me, I fee two."

XXXIX.

The Apology by Minifters.

THE French are mad-then we've a just excuse
To drown our fenfes in the mad'ning juice;
By this we put the nations on a par,

For none but Drunkards make with Madmen war.

XL.

.-P. loquitur.

"I have no fpirits for this curs'd affair,
I can't encounter Charles's critic ftare.

D. refpondet.

"Pooh! ample reafons war itself affords,
Contracts for Commoners, and jobs for Lords;
Let wine then chace the lily from your cheek,
And fay your fpirits are too full to speak.

XLI.

WHAT hope in a war with these French can be put, When our leaders e'en now are so dreadfully cut.

XLII.

WHILE coiner base
From George's face

Each rough-edg'd beauty ftrips;
Pitt, who'd ne'er harm

One Royal charm,

His English only clips.

XLIII.

HALL drinks claret-Pitt fticks to folid Port,
And both potations take nor flow nor fhort;
But fure this difference can't be deem'd a fin,
When both are bent to dafh--through thick and thin.

XLIV.

FOR mothers and for wives we moan,
By tender partings fear'd:
Why Pitt and Hall were fairly gone,
When war was firft declar'd.

XLV.

Comfort to Mr. Pitt, on his being abused by the Faction for getting drunk.

THE party foam in angry tone,

'Caute Pitt, forfooth, was dumb;

Much by a man is under-gone,

Where he is-over-come.

XLVI.

Dundas loquitur.

SINCE ten is now the full amount

To which we've brought the Faction down, Welave no nofes now to count,

Let us well fuddle then our own.

XLVII.

Mr. Dundas's Apology on mistaking the patch on Mr. Serjeant Wat fon's wig for a devil'd biscuit, thereby pulling it off. "I beg your pardon, Sir; indeed, I fear I've got for once the wrong fow by the ear."

XLVIII.

Defence of Mers. Pitt and Dundas, by Lord Mountmorres. ALL the perverfions wit can put,

I value not a feather,

Since they but fat down, foot to foot,
To lay their heads together.

XLIX.

"IF you touch pot, we touch penny,"
Is a good faying, fure, as any;
But then a man's a little loth
To fee our Minifters touch-both.

L.

D. loquitur coming into the Houfe.

SAYS Hall," I declare I'm a fon of a whore,
If this body of mine can perceive where it goes;
Never mind, my friend Billy, as you go before,
I have nothing to do but to follow my nofe."

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LI.

TO Pitt fays a Being that looks over Lincoln,
"I'll give you a hint, my good patron, to think on;
No Perfian of old, till he fuddled his nofe,

Any measure in Senate was wont to propose."
Pitt lays up this hiftory fnug in his noddle,
And makes it, next meeting, his practical model.

We cannot here clearly make out whether the author means to allude to the Devil, or the worthy Bishop of the Diocefe---the latter, indeed, Dr. Prettyman, is more particularly known as his friend.