168 The Cabinet Novel, [Aua. 



Chaplain. Pray, my Lord, don't be angry. I think the good of the 

 country must justify any expression. Besides, your Lordship was not 

 intemperate. 



Marquis. Yes, Mr. Pounce, I was intemperate ; and I asked your 

 opinion whether I was right or not. 



Chaplain. Why, my Lord, as far as Christian feeling is concerned 



Marquis. Pshaw ! Mr. Pounce ! [Exit with some violence. 



XL 



SAPPHICS. 



"Stoi'y God bless you, I have none to tell, Sir." Knife-grinder. 

 1. 



Story why bless you, I have one to tell, Sir, 

 Of ruined chiefs and cabinets deserted, 

 And of one George qui micat inter otnnes* 



Actor of all work. 

 2. 



Pown, Tory down, thou minister dejected 

 Sensitive, trifling baby of the last age ! 

 People for change are clamorous, and eager 



For a reformer. 

 3. 



And beware you too, Protestant, my friend, who 

 Lord'st it in wealth, and pomp, and pride, and High Church; 

 May be you'll bend, and homage sadly pay th' Arch- 

 Bishop of All Souls. 

 4. 



Johnny, d'ye think, you'll get a jolly change in 

 Parliament ? Pray now, do ye really think so ? 

 Principle and virtue are they all to thrive now ? 



John, you've a gullet! 

 5. 



Fishes, and loaves, and novelties so tasty, 

 Kindle great zeal in such as are without them ; 

 But let 'em eat, and see how easy all's for- 



-got in a giffey. 



Counsellors take as many fees as ever ; 

 Clergy men their tithes very smoothly finger. 

 Gentlemen, much joy of the New, I wish you, . 



Administration. 



Micat inter omnesor My Cat means eclipsing every body. 



